I didn't have any hold on him. There were times you and he were in your room and I got jealous. I'm the one who seduced him, got his virginity, convin...ed him he could bed me. It was like I did all the work and then you'd pass him on the way to the bathroom and grab his cock and just kind of detour him into your room. We didn't promise to love each other till we died. I felt that way but I never said it. And I'd hear you screaming and go 'I want that.' I was never mad at Wes. I always knew you. "No, no, Amanda, you are very attractive. Gorgeous! I'm just married to Andy! If I wasn't I would be," warning claxons were going off in my head but I ignored them.What has that bastard told this little gal? "I would be all over you."She peered deep into my eyes. Like she was trying to read my soul."But I am not attractive. If I was then," she wiped a tear from her eye, "then my husband would want me. He'd give me a child!" She started to break down."No, no don't think that," I said, not. It seemed to me like she was going to pull her underwear up and cover the lush triangle of her thick, dark pubic bush, the thought of which sent me into a tizz. “No, please,” I said, blurting it out. “Don’t be embarrassed.”“I’m your mother,” she said in a way which did nothing to calm my fears. “I shouldn’t be bare in front of you. Not like this. It’s perverted and dirty. I only agreed to let you see me so you’d stay away from Bronwyn.”“I … I know,” I said through a gasp.“So get on with it,” my. " I'm going to hell for this, but who the fuck cares." I said to myself. "I'm enjoying heaven right now."I tickled her clit with one finger, had one in her pussy,and now my ring finger was resting on her sphincter. She gyrated her hips as my fingers played with her pussy and ass. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of arousing her twat. I took my hand away for a brief moment. Pushing her long haired bush up, I dove my head down to her wet luscious pussy. I began.