“Melanie...”“Please go away.”“Melanie, it wasn’t my fault.”I took five large steps away, hoping to catch my father’s eye. Alex grabbed my wrist.“Please, give me five minutes,” he hissed, keeping a smile on his face for those who’d begun to turn their eyes to us.I laughed bitterly. “Absolutely not.”“A minute, then.”“Alex,” I said, and then swallowed back the lump of emotion his name gave me. “Alex, please just leave me alone. I don’t want anything to do with you, okay?”“Why not? What did your mother tell you?”“God!” A tear dropped down my cheek and I met his eyes straight-on for the first time. “You broke my heart! And this is inappropriate, and you know it! So just stay away from—”“I didn’t send you away,” he said, eyes sparking. He was breathing heavily. “It wasn’t me.”I looked anywhere but him. “You fucked her that night.”He laughed and my eyes shot up to his in disbelief. He thought it was funny?“We were married, Melanie, it’s like I could be like ‘no, gotta be faithfu

Mother looked up from where she sat on the stool before her vanity mirror as I approached from behind. Without my shoes, I walked softly across the hard wood floor like a memory out of my youth. She watched me with her wide green eyes, a smile pleased, but nervous, smile on her full red lips.It had been a delightful evening. Just a mother being spoiled by her loving adult son. We dinned at a fine restaurant that mom would never have been frugal enough to enter if I was not paying - we danced to ancient tunes played by an ageing piano player and his young sexy lounge singer. Mother drank at least six glasses of fine wine - most of the bottle that I had bought. And we ate several courses of exquisitely prepared food.All according to plan.I stopped my approach as soon as I stood behind her, staring back through the mirror at her questioning gaze. I slowly brought my hands up to lay upon her thin white shoulders - the blouse from earlier in our evening already discarded. The elastic st

Stepping back I reached forward and roughly spun mother around by her waist - the stool before her vanity being an old wooden affair with a free-turning seat and no back. It had been my grandmothers, her mothers, and it had aways been something special in my moms life.I gripped her knees, which she had again pressed together, and stopped her spinning as soon as my mom was facing me. Her eyes were looking at me with something like guilt mixed with pleading."How long has it been since you have been with a man mom?"We both knew how long - she had revealed it to me over dessert - five years. She looked embarrassed when she had told me, but I was not sure if it was because of telling her son that she had been sexually active after her divorce or that it had been so long since she had sex. She had asked me about my recent experiences - and starred wide-eyed as I told her about my current girlfriend and how she likes to do it in public places."Do you always use protection Jason... ?" She

Never before had I felt such a rush of power, such an immense joy in the giving of pleasure. She was completely at my whim - anything I wanted I could take. To show myself just how true this was, I slipped my index finger between the sweaty cheeks of her ass - pressing upward into her very tight anal ring. Her gasps only got louder even as she tried to press her sexy mature ass down to drill my digit further into her own body.Only after I could see the tears rolling down the sides of her face, over her sweaty heaving tits, did I know that the time was right. I drove that neglected clitoris wild with my mouth, as my finger fucked her ass, and did nothing less than mother screamed in response. It sounded as she she were being tortured and was in pain - but for the wide smile, the way she shoved her hips up, her hands clawing at my hair to pull me down, her soft sweaty inner thighs clamping unconsciously against my ears.I felt her body jerk as if she were a man, muscles throughout her

With effort I nodded negatively and saw the desired fear-filled reaction rise up within my mother. What was she thinking, that I could deny her now that I had tasted the forbidden fruit? Foolish woman!My tongue was sore and my lips and mouth dry, but I gasped out, "Not possible mom." My hand reached out to grasp that large heavy sweaty breast. "I don't think the lingerie stores open before tomorrow morning." Her eyes reacted before the rest of her face, but her reaction was anticipated. "I hoped you would wake me tomorrow with a blowjob... then we can see what else we can do... OK?"Her practically glowed with pleasure, her eyes even tearing up. The hand upon my chest boldly slipped down to my tired shrunken cock and grasped it possessively. "Oh Jason... that sounds delightful!" Then a playful glint came into her eye that I recognized from my childhood - but this was no child's game. "I think mommy should clean you up before you fall asleep." Mother used to give me baths back when I