I sat on the couch and turned the t.v. on. Mom came walking in wearing her short shorts and t-top. I noticed she was rubbing her lower.“Mom you ok�...“My back is bothering me”“Want me to massage it”“It is tightening up so yeah”She laid on her tummy, her ass and legs were so beautiful.“Where’s it hurt again”She slid her shorts down a little.“This area”I got down off the couch, straddled her legs and sat down. I began to work my hands around her lower back. The memories of the other night came upon. I want to taste her until she cums…over and over again. “Mmm...fuck me, daddy. Fuck me now!” Jenny’s excitement is intoxicating. And she doesn’t hold anything back as she pulls me on top of her and lifts her pelvis, making it easy to find her pretty little snatch. I can already sense the heat radiating from it, sending signals straight to my cock. But I couldn’t have prepared for the special warmth swallowing my shaft, inch by inch. The lubricated walls of her snatch hug around my throbbing. What I was really looking for was normality and good intentions among people. I needed relief from the nuttiness of work in the computer business as well as from my wife's anger. I decided that just being in a crowd, like in a mall or at an art exhibit, wasn't quite enough. I needed more reassurance than that. Fishing back nearly thirty years in memory, I thought I recalled that church people were likely to be friendly, or at least not threatening. People with a focus and with good intentions.. He leaned in close to me and said I think Mark and your wife are messing around. I looked at him and said What? He said I saw them both go in the house and it was almost twenty minutes before they came out. I told him he had to be mistaken. He said OK maybe I am and he walked away. I caught my wifes attition and she came to see what was up. I told her what Joe had said. She smiled and said she'd handle it. In a few minutes I saw her and Joe talking , then she started up the walk to the house as.