When dinner was ready Barbara put it on the table and they sat down to eat.As they ate, Tommy glanced at his mother several times. "Mom is something w...rong?" he asked. Barbara had tried to hide the emotional upheaval she was experiencing inside her, but apparently, she hadn't hidden it well enough."No hon, nothing is wrong. It's just been a long day and I'm tired," she said. She didn't like lying to her son; they had always been able to talk to each other openly and honestly. That was what she. I was actually the stud pleasing her, but it was right then that I discovered I was equally enjoying this pursuit.I definitely was ramming my pole inside my mom’s dripping twat. I looked straight into her eyes for the first time since the erotic task began. I was fucking my own mom! I finally conceded!There was still disbelief, reluctance, and even an ounce of anger. But I had crossed all stages of sanity. I just had to think that I was giving a woman the time of her life, and I had equal right. My husband had left with the children, just an hour earlier when I was at the airport picking up my ticket. I walked towards the departure lounge, my mind a confusion of varying emotions.I seemed to be in a daze and doing things mechanically. I was on the plane and the engines were roaring preparatory to take off.It was only an hour's flight, and the plane seemed to be descending to land in no time.Most of the passengers had made their way off the plane, but I still sat there, my mind. ————— The wedding was less than a month away when I took Lady Catherine on a coach ride through the city. I was cut a fine figure in my dark suit, ornamented with just enough silver piping to suggest a uniform. My sword completed the ensemble nicely. While many noblemen dressed in a riot of colours like prosperous merchants, I chose a martial look, and it tended to make me distinctive in a crowd. Still, I paled in comparison to the Lady Catherine. Her dress was a beautify contraption,.