I started stroking myself with my eyes shut then started fingering my asshole. I was pretending it was him inside me and I started to stroke faster an... faster. I blew my load within minutes then just continued to lay there and soak. All I could think about was him. Who was he? I kept asking myself. I couldn't stop thinking about him.A few weeks later and a week after prom, I got up the nerve to go back to the bookstore to buy the anal plug I wanted. Scott left for the Summer for work so I had. I told him I was ok, and not to worry - I wouldn't be anything. Apparently this freaked him out even more, lol, but that all settled down. About 5 years later, they fucked again, at a wedding in Ireland, after everyone else had gone to bed. She ended up sitting on the sofa, sucking his cock while he stood in front of her. He grabbed her head and really fucked her face, then he picked her up and fucked her standing up, he came in her pussy. I've long suspected that they fucked again since then,. " Mark said. Gently, Heln took his hands in hers. "Oh darling, it isn't that. I love you so much." She squeezed his hands. "More than I should." "Then I don't understand. What are we doing wrong if we love each other? It's not as if my Dad is around anymore." "Mark. Mothers and sons do not do that sort of thing." "Not even if they love each other and it feels good?" "Not even if it..." Helen stopped, shaking her head. "I'm not debating this with you, Mark. This is WRONG!" She pulled her hands. She eyed herself in the mirror before she bent down to open her dresser drawers and find something to wear; nothing looked unusual, but for some reason today just felt…different. As she bent over, her eye caught the calendar on top of her dresser, and she noticed the red lipstick print over today’s date. Oh. Oh yeah, she thought to herself with a grin. Instead of pulling clothes out of her dresser, she instead opened another drawer and pulled out an odd-looking machine. It had two hoses.