This was plainly brought home one late summer afternoon as she was taking Christopher for a walk in a nearby park. She heard the first indications tha...t he was hungry and so, looking around, spotted a bench under a beautiful mimosa tree. Taking him from the carriage, she sat on the bench and unbuttoned her blouse as usual. Her eyes closed momentarily as the young one's mouth closed on her left nipple while his tiny hand sought and found her right breast and nipple to caress. The afternoon sun. I would always ask her about him when we were fucking. She would get so wet and aroused when I mention his name. Once I suggested that she fantasize about him and pretend that I’m him. I told her to call out his name as I fucked her and she came so quick that night! So one day I asked her if she wanted to fuck him for real. She asked me "should Ii?" I told her “yes”. We both came really good that night. She asked he how far should I let him go? I told her to let him do whatever he wanted and. And terrifying ones. It was, of course, all I could think about while at work. Good thing it was cold and cloudy. If it had been a nice day, my distraction could have endangered lives. Thankfully though, the place was so empty, I even managed to jerk off at work. Twice. Both times, picturing my mother committing incest. But not with her father. From then on, I saw her in a new light. Well, truth be told, I'm not sure it was just my perception that changed. At first, I caught only very fleeting. And just to think that youstarted it!"Epilogue:A couple of weeks later a parcel arrived from Germany clearly addressedto Mrs Mary Robertson. John didn't dare open it until Mary got home fromthe shop and she kept him waiting until they had finished their eveningmeal.Mary's first action when the parcel was opened was to look for the keyswhich she immediately put in her pocket. They marvelled at the shinysteel of the belt, contrasted with the black rubber edging. Much to hisown surprise, John.