He'd always kissed her like a lover.That was unfortunate, because Jodie's resistance to sex was very low at this stage in her life. If she'd been back...in college, dating and fucking all the attractive men she wanted, she'd never have been vulnerable to her own son's flirtation. But she had only one man in her life right now, Craig, and he wasn't giving her the fucking she needed.So as Dane pressed his hard, hot body against her and drove his slippery tongue into her mouth, Jodie creamed right. I felt the hot cream spread on my scalp. Oh shit, I could feel my pussy getting wet. Thank God mom and Miss Tate had a hold of my hands or I think I might have had to touch my lady bits right then if I could. Aunt Terri wielded her razor leaving me smooth as you could possibly imagine.Aunt Terri walked behind Miss Tate. I could feel the heat in Miss Tate’s hand. She was squeezing my hand with her sweaty hand. I could tell Miss Tate was turned on. Her pussy was probably as wet as mine. Miss Tate. Emboldened no doubt by my docile complicity, my husband next undid the string tie completely so that the nightie hung completely open. He took a few more photos, then leaned towards me and eased the nightie almost off my shoulders so that my breasts were now fully revealed. Again he clicked away with the camera, and once more I made no complaint that he was now photographing me half naked.Having taken these much more revealing photos, Rob pulled the computer over and began loading the new. Get up in the morning, eat, go to work, come home, eat, go to bed and then repeat the sequence the next day. Weekends were nothing special either, although I did hang out at a local bar on Saturday afternoons. It wasn't as crowded as the night time, and the regulars all had about the same story that I did: failed marriage or business, sometimes both, bland life since.Every once in a while I would get really plastered and cry myself to sleep. Usually on my daughter's birthday or my wedding.