How do you know I am not”she quickly came back with ,tilting her head.I lifted her arm up “because if you were my wife there would be a ring and ... lot of gold bracelets here”. I then kissed her hand “besides Tina said you just broke up with a guy”. When I set her hand down it landed on my hard cock”well maybe I have never had a guy that knew how to use this”she said giving it a squeeze.”The last one could use it but thought he could use it with any one he wanted.She then kissed me removing her. Mom turned her face up toward mine and sighed. "Peter," she murmured. Then she kissed me. Not a motherly kiss, but one that lingered and became heated, with soft tender lips and the heady smell of perfume and makeup. The feel of her breasts. God help me, for some reason I responded, tightening my hold on her, my cock swelling in my pants. Her hold on me drew tighter and her mouth opened. I'd never even guessed Mom would be a tongue kisser, but she was very good at it. She moaned into my mouth. Tell me, Baby... have you ever sucked a man's penis... your husband, Steve's perhaps?" N-No... never!" Karen hissed, but God knows she'd thought about it enough, the idea never failing to excite her desirous mind! Oh... why was it their love making had never reached that beautiful, heated intensity... ?"Well... you've just about missed the boat entirely, haven't you, Hon?" Barbara sympathetically intoned in her soft, throaty voice. "In that case, I can pretty well imagine the rest," she went. I should have felt triumph, but all I felt was heartbreak, our heartbreak. I still loved her you see. I resisted the temptation to rush to her, cuddle her, and tell her it was all OK, to not worry about it. It was too late for that.I waited, as there was no way that I was going to say the next words. What she said next could just make a difference.After a while, she looked up, and whilst still sniffing back the tears, said, "I love you Jim." Then burst out crying again, the grief wracking.