Leeching my eyes onto his I move my head forward, his hands relaxing and freeing my head. He watches my lips as one would a hypnotist’s swinging cha...m, intently, as I slowly impale myself onto him. He touches the back of my throat, my lips pressed around him tightly and I gag. I take him out, covered in stringy, viscous saliva, stretching from my lips to his cock like threads of a wet cobweb.‘You can’t imagine what a beautiful sight it is,’ are his only words before I swallow him again and now. …………….All day my thoughts was what I had done in front of my son last night in the shower, but it was not enough, I wanted the feel of his cock in me, to feel the warmth of his body on mine, to eat him up with motherly love, was that going to happen, yes, you bet but I knew I had to be a bit more forceful to get him to have sex with his mother.……………When I said for the third night in a row that I was going to take a shower I see his face light up, I knew he would be there, hand on cock and. Money was never a scarce commodity for us. What we longed for was love. We never got to feel what parental love was. Our parents pampered us with almost everything that any one of our age would dream of.Dad gave us an ample amount of pocket money but never spent the time to take us to the nearby park. Such was our life. At our home, I and my sister were the only ones who seemed to care for ourselves.. She wouldn’t talk to boys at college. But she was quite frank and normal with me at home. At. My hubby made me and took me to heaven all the time s when he fucks me. But when he gone I was so stressed but whenever I feel like I want to have sex. There was a big threat before me it’s that society. But as time goes by I searched for job and started working for well being of my son. Then as years goes by I become a manager of a well known company. By now my chances of getting safe and secure sex has diminished as if my reputation gets shattered if any one comes to know. I was deeply sick.