Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. The music came from the kitchen. I found my wife, Karen, in there, surrounded by grocery bags, and stirring a pot. The plac...e was a wreak."Karen?" I said."Oh. Hi, Steve," she said.She had on a blue dress with white, lacy trim. It complemented her chocolaty dark skin. She looked like a black Betty Crocker, or maybe it was a young, hot Aunt Jemima."What's the occasion?" I asked, and moved behind her, pulling out her hips and holding them firm. I shoved my crotch into her. As she stepped forward she caught a glimpse of herself in a full-length mirror in the corner. What she saw made her stop and move towards it. No longer was she dressed in her khaki shorts and cotton t-shirt, she was now dressed in a long skirt and a tight tapestry bodice. Looking down she saw that she was in fact wearing that exact outfit. After admiring herself in the mirror for a moment or two she turned toward the bed. Whoever had come in here could only be there. Her heart began to pound. You could see the shock then joy on Mikes's face as the cock slid into his tight hole fulfilling that desperate need to be taken. Slowly at first then building up speed and force the Latin guy began fucking his lovers hole. I could no longer contain my lust, I needed physical contact, and as we were both getting so excited by gay sex, I though some lesbian contact couldn't hurt. I moved over to Kate and helped her slip her panties off her legs, she was leaning on the balcony wall now so I. She had a well paying job in the finance department of an international electronics company and with a substantial inheritance from her father we lived comfortably. I was born with a powerful sex drive and beginning when I was 8-years old had begun sex play with the 6-year old girl next door and by the time she moved away 4 years later we had advanced from fingers and hands to fucking and sucking. It was about then that I realized I had begun lusting for my mother. The fact that it was.