I was relieved it would save my embarrassment.“No,” he said, grabbing my face and kissing me, “Yes, I would like you marking me as yours and no,...I don’t want to wear a top. I wear my wounds with pride.” He gently caressed my cheek for a second looking into my very soul, “All of them.” And then that damned smile.Just as soon as we walked into the kitchen, Diane stood up and marched me back into our room. I stopped in my tracks.“What’s up?”“I just thought you have brought me back into our. "She slid through his arms until her tiptoes reached the floor. Reaching down, she slid his penis from her. He felt bereft until she turned and put her hands against the door. Her bottom wriggled as she spread her legs and the pink opening among pale hairs invited him to enter.The heat and slippery tightness of her vagina and the feel of her firm buttocks beneath his hands excited him to a groaning climax."Come back to bed," he urged, as they stood, panting."No!" Her eyes were wide with panic.. She wants to fuck me. She told me how much she wanted me to be hers and said, “I am for you baby, for my sweet Ishy…mommy’s pussy is only for you baby…I’m your lover, your mommy, I’m your pussy.”She pushed me I fell on the bed, then she came with a bed cover with which she wanted to tie my hands. Finally she tied my hands to the bed. I was on the bed with hands up position. Then she pulled off my shorts. Now I was naked with maximum erection of my rod. I was ashamed and embarrassed. But mom -NO. She didn’t tell him, because he didn’t ask, that Trent had spent a happy half-hour between her legs while she was out. He noticed that she was slippery and she simply said that his interest in her was turning her on. That was at least part of the truth.A couple of weeks later the subject hadn’t been mentioned and her sex life had slipped back to its previous level, both in and outside her marriage. “Has he forgotten about our talk?” she wondered. As they undressed for bed that night, her.