You have to do what you feel is right for you. Your dad and I can only offer you the benefit of our experience, that's all." She picked up the box. "A...t least you're sensible enough to take precautions." I could feel tears welling up as I sat there trying to keep my emotions in check. "I know," I sniffed, "I wanted to say something but I..."She reached across the table and laid a hand on my arm. "Listen, I'm not just your mother. I'm your best friend. We should be able to talk about anything,. My hands, like my body are long and slender; my entire hand up to my wrist, was now fully inside her hot love holeShe let out a sigh of pleasure and then said. “Sweetheart, make like a little fist inside and slowly start fucking my cunt; oh god that feels so fucking great. Okay, okay, now as your fucking my cunt rotate your fist as much as you can. Oh fuck yea.”Here I am, fist fucking a woman that I just recently met and at that point in my life I realized one thing from the words that came out. .. it was almost revolting! And still. The inner image of her prone on the bed, thighs wide spread and Tom pounding his cock in and out of her... he shied away from the word cunt but the word refused to leave him alone. And she liked it too, judging from her shrieking and randy laughter! To his shame he again got an erection at the thought.Thankfully the school made the image of his mother, naked and fucking, shrink to a back corner of his mind. Not forgotten, but temporarily shoved under the. Those urges do reduce as we get older,’ was my answer, sticking my tongue in my cheek and looking in the mirror to be sure Helen saw me do so. ‘When those urges go, they would be missed, of course,’ I added. Looking in the mirror I saw Helen point a finger at me, then rub a finger over it from the other hand. Damned if she wasn’t giving me the old grade school ‘Naughty, Naughty’ sign! What I had to say next was still difficult even after two years. ‘I’m afraid Jamie can’t come with me on.