When you slipped it into me the last night I realized that it had been far too long since I had had a cock inside me. But I don’t want just any cock... I want your cock ... my son’s cock. It’s so wrong, but I can’t stop it. The fact that you came out of this pussy over eighteen years ago makes it so much more exciting. That is crazy I know.”I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was nothing left to say. I watched as my mother slowly lowered her hips until the head of my cock was touching. "Don't screw it up tomorrow, okay?"I had a quick supper with Leli and Alistair, everyone else having eaten earlier. Afterwards I couldn't justify sending Alistair to bed alone; I was still a little emotional, and I needed my husband. We went to bed early, not even bothering with the fiction of separate rooms. We spent a couple of hours just cuddling and kissing and talking, before we made love and fell asleep entangled.I left in the morning only to get clean clothes out of my room; I had no. She repeated the process of wetting me down, but instead of using the cloth, she soaped me with her bare hands. She smiled, complimenting the beauty of my breasts. I returned the favor as I admired hers. They looked firm like some of the fruit at the markets I'd seen earlier as we passed through town. She invited me to touch them and I swear I turned as red as ruby from my breasts up. She stopped washing me to lift my hands up to touch her breasts. I balked at first, but her sweet words. ‘Me too,’ he whispered. ‘You’re so fucking tight. Mmm…’ For a while, it was just the sound of him pumping in and out, and both of us breathing hard and moaning. His fingers suddenly tightened around my waist and I knew he was about to come. Right when I heard him start to let out the kind of sound only an orgasm could cause, I felt myself go over the edge. My entire lower body clenched and unclenched wildly, and my legs tensed. I let out the kind of moans that only an orgasm could cause, and.