In this story I inject an element which some who are offended by blasphemy/religious heterodoxy may not care to read. None of the characters in the st...ory are under 18.The Joy of Momdom Part Three: The Education of a Goddess.My strap-on dildo wasn't any bigger than two fingers put together. My son Jesse’s full lips wrapped around it as he sucked. My fingers grasped his dark honey blonde hair as it slid back and forth in his mouth. Being new to sucking cocks, or at least their representatives. Or maybe the first stop for an evening that wasn’t going to end well for someone. “No, no, no,” I hastily assured her, stepping back from the cool vibe we had going. “I arranged the whole thing. Really.” Returning quickly to ease, Simone was still a bit curious. “Is this some sort of hall pass thing?” she asked almost mockingly, as if the gig was up. No, I told her, this was a fantasy I had for a long time, and my loving wife was living it with me. She was a bit shocked at first, and slumped. When your wife of ten years, drops a statement like that into the conversation completely out of the blue, your first reaction is wonder whether your ears have just deceived you. ‘I said that I want a divorce. I’ve found someone else and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.’ Yeah well, what the soddin’ hell could I reply to a statement like? Remembering of course that there were two impressionable eight-year-olds — one of whom was our daughter – sitting there at the table with us, to. ." I know I shouldn't be thinking like this... and we probably shouldn't be holding one another like this.. " and she reached down and and into my shorts grabbed my rock hard cock... "and I know this isn't going to happen... " then she slowly raised herself up, looked at me slowly.. I was frozen... believe me... I was frozen... and she looked down at my exposed cock... and as she jacked it, and just looked at it... then she looked back into my eyes, and as if under a trance.. her.