"You might wanna get a boob job Steven!" I instantly added and everyone burst into laughter. "Ah Steven, you better do that fast or your woman will st...rt hitting on ours!" my Mark echoed. That was followed by about fifteen jokes that went even more downhill from there.While everyone was laughing, our eyes met several times, and while the first few were short and impossibly riddled with discomfort, we always seemed to gravitate back towards each other, and I eventually smiled at her hoping. ? Susan would never email or call on her own.? I maintain the contact. ?"Oh" she said. ?Months went by. Vacation plans came up and Wifey wanted to go to Europe with her sister. Being her typical sweet generous self, she asked if I wanted to go to a tennis camp, or make skiing plans, or or or .? I said I was fine, and I was.? ?"Do you want to go see a Mistress?" she asks with a couple of drinks in both of us.?Boing!!? That got my attention. ?"Yes, please!" in my best imitation of Mike Myers. What on earth was happening to her? Why did her mind always make those twists and turns, ending up in those humiliating, sex ridden scenes? Why did her pussy always feel like it was on fire? And why did she all of a sudden start thinking in such words? “Pussy”, “Cock”, “Fuck”. She needed to lay down and try to get control of her thoughts.She had an agonizing hour on the sofa while her husband watched over her. Her mind kept on derailing her thoughts and she had to force them back on track. She. His finger finally reaching her crotch. It touches her clit ever so slightly as he runs past it."Matthew, you can't touch me down there. I mean it," she warns him.He turns his hand around, grabbing her pussy through her sweatpants. His mother cannot help but groan and let out a light moan."That sound you just made didn't sound like you meaning it, mom," he says quietly.He begins to feel her out. Rubbing her pussy as she lets out more quiet moans.Matt gets his mouth close to her ear. "That's it,.