“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smi...ing at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the. I did my best to allay her unexplained concerns. We made a date for the following Saturday. Since my leg was in the stupid cast, there was no question of us going dancing. So we went dining and drinking.During the few weeks that it took for my leg to mend, I fell hopelessly in love with her. I was gratified to learn that she had felt the same way about me from virtually the first moment we had met in the examination room at the clinic. This was a major boost to the ego of a man whose prospects. Gina & Tom have a swinging lifestyle, wife swapping, 3somes and parties. I know this because she has tried to get me to go to their parties, she say's that Tom fancies me. I have always refused as I believed that a couple should be faithful to each other.Gina said to me "You know Pauline, the guys will be having a stag night." Well yes, I suppose they will. It is traditional after all." Yes it is traditional, traditional stripper and traditional whore for the 'groom to be' to fuck."Oh no! Phil. It was late when he got home and pulled up to the curb. He sat in his truck for a few minutes after cutting the engine, finishing what he thought was his last smoke. He flicked the dead cigarette out the window before climbing out. Instead of going inside and going directly to his room, he slammed the door of the truck and walked to the front of it, looking her way. Her kitchen window was dim but not all the way dark. Light from somewhere deep in the house cast a faint glow.