I stood up. We hugged. I complemented her on looking extraordinary and she complemented me on my new shirt.We had a few drinks and were having a nice,...relaxed, romantic time. She was nervously going through her drinks like a weed eater, especially since neither of us really drank that much these days.Then after she found her courage she 'out of the blue', looked me in the eye and said. "Tom, I have a proposal for you."I sat my drink down. She slid her hands over mine. I had no idea what was on. Let me know (: Id greet you at the door as you come home from work.. Wearing a short French maid outfit just waiting to do whatever u ask. You walk in with a hard cock and push me to my knees and tell me to suck.. You put your hands on the back of my head and slam your cock into my mouth and start fucking my throat. Its so tight and feels so good that you cum pretty fast, over my face and tits just the way I like it..You go up for a shower and tell me to clean myself up while Im licking your. There was one more thing driving her frenzy, one she would never acknowledge, but a very strong one: her sexual attraction to her son. That attraction was no small factor in her desperation to see him and talk to him. She would never admit to it, and would never consciously act on it, but it was definitely there."Come on!" she shrieked. "What are you waiting for? You must want to fuck me! After hearing your Dad do it all those times, don't you want your chance?" She stuck two fingers into her. Well, we're doing fine, but I don't think I felt this emotionally distant from him when we were just friends. I know you're probably going to want to compare what you guys did to how he is with me, but sex with him is just, like, primal. Like it's so intense, but it's completely empty." Actually, I never really had that problem with him. He made my, and I guess his too, first time feel really special. And I clung to that feeling for two years, despite sex with him becoming more like a chore.".