"I know my family's view of me regarding women, but they do not know the reason why I am a forty year old Bachelor. If you are interested enough I wil... tell you my story. You will find that it has many echoes with your own."I was intrigued by that statement. Since he had never married, I could not see any similarities possible with my bereavement. So I smiled at him and said,"I am always willing to listen Phil."Phil looked at me thoughtfully for a moment or two. It was as if he was trying to. ‘May I have this dance?’ ‘No, thank you.’ He shook his head, looking down to keep from weeping. ‘But I had hoped that you would dance with me. All the girls say that you’re the best.’ Martin slowly turned, looking up into Chantal’s face and stood, taking her outstretched hands. He pulled her to him, giving her a deep, heartfelt embrace. ‘I didn’t think you’d come.’ ‘I thought about what you’d done, Martin, and I know that you were just trying to protect me but I don’t want to be protected like. ” He devilishly smiled back at her.“What? How ... you jerk! Are you messin’ with me?” she sputtered.“Yep.”“Why would you do that?” she, fortunately, said with laughter as she beat on his arm and chest.“Hey, don’t hurt me. I just wanted to see how you were in a fight. So far we’ve agreed on everything except you like that stupid ‘Bachelor’ show and I think reality TV will be the death of modern civilization.”“Don’t do that again. I thought you lost your marbles.”“Sorry. Come here and give me a. "Does that feel good Sweetie?" Ummm ... oh ya Ma ... that feels super." I couldn't believe my mother was actually feeling my cock, even if it was through my pants. I kept my hands on her ass and kept feeling the marvelous two globes. Lifting her head again she stared into my eyes again, a questioning look at first then even in the dim light the question seemed answered and she squeezed my cock and said."Kiss your Mommy lover. Without thought I bent to her mouth. Her soft, pliable, delicious.