“Oh, Bob, give it to her!” she mewled. “Stick your cock in Mother’s cunt and fuck her! I wanna see you fuck her, fuck that hairy cunt, fuck th...t wet, hot pussy! Do it, Bob! Ohhh, please, fuck Mother’s cunt!”Bob wasn’t hesitating out of fear or reluctance. He was hesitating because he was fascinated by his mother’s cunt. Although he had seen it the night before, and then again this morning, his fascination was still as great as ever. He loved the thick soft hair that framed it, the way her clit. I was unsettled, conflicted by the urge to bury my head between her tits and the real possibility of a slap to the face for doing it. It was a vague and distant sense, yet the insistent feeling I had, other than surging lust and desire, was that the whole situation was most definitely wrong. The tiny voice was a long way away at the back of my mind. Muted and easy to ignore, what it told me was this was wrong in a moral sense. Wrong in a way that my mother would not be pleased to know. Omdat je weinig aan hebt verschuil je je een beetje achter de deur. Het is even stil en je staat perplex. Wat doe jij hier, zeg je verbaasd.Je ex staat voor de deur en zegt: "Zwart met een beetje melk is het toch......"Je begint te lachen en weet direct wat er bedoeld wordt. Af en toe stuur je je ex nog pikante berichten. De laatste was een kort filmpje waarin je lekker met je kont zat te draaien terwijl je je blouse langzaam onhoog trekt. In de tekst gaf je aan dat je je koffie drinkt met een. He looked a little sheepishly at me and stuttered “I’m sorry……. I didn’t realise……. Until I’d put my head out of the back door to say Hi.”I gave him a big smile and said “It’s absolutely fine”. He immediately looked more relaxed. “I did put my little sign on the door handle to warn you” I said.“Oh. Oh yeah” he said, finally registering the little tin sign hanging on the door handle. “Honestly it really doesn’t bother me in the slightest” I reassured him. To help make light of it I asked him.