Quickly remembering the drink I answered 'Of course. It'll be my pleasure. Come on in.'Ann followed me to the kitchen and as I opened the wine she tol... me why she looked so down.'John has just rung to say he is going to be late. Again.'I said little as Ann talked about her marriage and how since the pregnancy was confirmed they'd drifted apart.'It's as if I'm a different person.' She complained. 'He hasn't touched me for three months, not even a hug. How did cope? Did you have an affair? I. My cock slipped right in. She felt SO good. I told her that I wished I didn’t have to use a condom. She said, ‘I get checked quite often and most of the men I see, unless I’m pretty sure, I make them use a condom. But I’ve heard that you are married and haven’t had sex in a very long time. So it’s up to you if you want to use one…but I would prefer that we didn’t!’ ‘Really?’, I said. ‘I would love to take it off…to REALLY be inside you’! Almost without missing a beat, she rose up as she was. Her futa-dick prodded at my fertile cunt. “Devour her.”“I love making my mommy cum,” I purred, staring up at Mom with my hungry, green eyes.“And you’re so good at it,” Mom said, releasing her nipples. She grabbed my pigtails, guiding my face to her hungry snatch.I loved it when Mom or my sister used my pigtails during sex. Holding them, pulling on them, making me feel like their naughty slut. I shivered as she pulled my face into her furry snatch. Silky pubic hairs caressed my face. And then my. So, to Clark Fork I went looking for my mother. Last time I had been in town was when I was sixteen years old, almost ten years before, so the risk of someone recognizing me as the grandson of the Sorensen's was almost nil. At that time I was a young city boy who spent his summer holidays with his grandparents, now I was a man of twenty-six years who appeared to be forty.And considering that my features have changed, in some way disfigured, with much gray in my beard and hair, the scar on my.