“Well, this is nice,” she said.“Yes,” I agreed, peering through the net curtains onto the street directly outside her window.“Are you enjoyi...g the cake?”“It’s delicious. Thank you.” I picked a crumb from the corner of my mouth. “Did you make it?”“Yes. I take pleasure from baking, even though my hands struggle with the mixing. It’s the arthritis you know.”I smiled sympathy.“I haven’t liked to say so before my dear, at least not outside in the street, but now we’re in the privacy of my lounge and. I love more of this Jim." She gasped making a hissing sound.I repeated my "red hot piston" trick. I kept my cock inside her until I thought it has lost its heat, then I took it out and heat it up with another hot towel and pushed it in again. I did this for three or four times and her pussy was dripping juice. Next I started fucking. My cock felt a bit numb but mom's orgasm came after five minute of sharp, short jabs, the way she liked it."Wow, this is the real Hot Rod. It sure feels. (She was amazed she could have that effect upon a man!) . . . and now, at last, we had made love. We snuggled blissfully. We didn't sleep much that night either! We were married within the year.Nine years later it's 1997. I love her just as much - in fact even more so, because I know the real depths of her beauty as the person - and lovely mum, now - that she is, as well adoring her still slim and exciting body. I still want her body just as hungrily. I am certain of her love for me. But,. Being low on confidence from being bullied at home and in school Burt was also very shy and saw himself as a big brother to me. As we became teenagers it soon became apparent that the term “BIG” certainly applied to Burt. Aged fifteen he was only two inches taller than me, but on the first occasion we slept over at his house with an early morning fishing expedition planned I discovered how BIG Burt was when his giant Male sausage escaped his underpants, his prick even longer and thicker than my.