Well at seven they started pouring in , our dead end street was lined up both sides with cars and four wheel drive trucks. The stereo was banging out ...ool country music and the blender was wide open. I was busy chatting with some friends I haven't seen in a while and catching Hell about getting old. Around eight thirty my wife walked by me and all she said was I'm at four already, and kept walking. The lady I was talking to asked what that ment, well quick thinking me said that's how many. An offer for a real soda and some home made cookies enticed her life history with such fervor that I found myself at a loss for words. She needed a refuge to rebuild her self-esteem, and she needed discipline to cope with the many personal defeats that had previously all but destroyed her. Not about to enter into forbidden territory, I coaxed her parent’s phone number from her, and while she took her first shower in days, I gave them a call. It was brief, and the message was quite clear,. Yes, yes please no more. He begged. I let him up then we both got out and dried off. Lucky followed us back to the bed chamber and we were sure to be quiet so we didnt wake any one up. I checked my watch and it was way later than I ever usually stay awake. Come on squirt we need to hit the sack. Ill see you in the morning. I said rubbing the top of his damp head. He found his spot on the big bed and laid down with Lucky curling up next to him. I went back to my spot to and laid down. Now that I. With an audience as her I felt proud in wanking, fully aware than she saw me in my sexual frenzy. That day I came buckets. I saw my mom flinch slightly at the sight of my load. Her lips were quivering again. Without her knowledge her tongue swept across her lips.Then I heard her go to the washroom and she came out only after half an hour. And when she did, she looked exhausted. I knew she was upto. She herself had gone to masturbate. Masturbating about her son. Imagining him fuck her like a.