“Oh, no! Our children are just fine!”“What about the children, does he abuse them? Verbally or physically?” he pressed.“No, never! The child...en adore him. He’s a wonderful father!”“Okay, so that isn’t the problem. Does he spend enough time at home? Is he away very much?”“No, Doctor Barnes, Jack’s a professional man. He’s home every night by six, or even earlier sometimes, and he does very well for himself, so it’s not money either.”The therapist scratched his head. “Then you will really have to. She smiled back at me.Then she replied with “Did I ever say that we had an ongoing sexual relationship?”I thought back ... and yes ... she hadn’t made any such commitments.“But I thought...” I stammered.She cut me off saying “You thought that you owned me ... owned me because you had stuck me with your big fat black cock”.“You seemed to enjoy it” I countered.“I did ... but an ongoing relationship has to be based on much more than sticking me with your ebony monster” she retorted.“What do you. She just shook slightly in my arms and tried to stop me saying that my dad might come back soon.I said, “Don’t stop me now, mom. Please. We will stop it as soon as dad knocks on the front door.”Mom: I don’t like to stop it in the middle Abhi. I want myself to be finished and satisfied.Abhi: Leave it to me, mom.Mom: Acha, Please make it fast.Saying so, my mom turned towards me and held my cock in her hand over my sweat pants. I felt my cock getting stiff, hard, and erect in her soft hands. I. Later I began to notice that our play was lacking in intensity, I was not sure if it was me, her, or the fact that we knew each other so well. I made attempts to change up our routine it was better but still not the usual intense sex we had before. I was beginning to think I was losing it at the age of 46. She was 34 and I thought I was the one that was not at my peak. One Saturday I was running a few hours early and when I got to her place, I noticed something through her windows that was.