”I glanced up as I unrolled the map, “He is dead now and the wolves will probable move away in search of food.”I traced the route over the pass ...and then across the plains before nodding and rolling it up and pushing it across the table, “Thank you.”He had been staring at me and reddened before smiling, “Useful aren’t you.”I grinned as I looked towards the stove, “Do you have enough or...”He snorted, “My son Edward brought home a bison so we have plenty.”I nodded and relaxed as his wife. On some women they stand up all the time, but on most, they only stiffen with arousal or a chill. Mine are old and gristly and baby-chewed -- and they like to be chewed and squeezed and pulled and twisted -- but a young girls may be tender..." He was experimenting, so I offered advice, as it could only add to my pleasure, "Go ahead and bear down some ... Yes, like that..." The resulting manipulations made me wet in the depths of my womanhood. "Every man seems to consider a woman's breasts to be. I played with the skin licking the insides of the skin and sucking just the skin.I tried to deep throat but it was so thick and only a half could go in without choking me. So, I sucked only half of his cock and massaged the other half with my hand.He took his cock out and sat on the chair. He pulled me closer and moved my head to his cock again. I was sucking his cock by grabbing the other half with my hands. So he took my hands away and placed it on his thighs.I continued sucking the sexy cock. We collapsed into each other's arms, both of us completely spent. Our hearts were beating fast, our breathing was deep. Slowly and silently we calmed down, and began to return to normal. Then it hit me. "What had I done! I had just fucked my son! What kind of mother was I! But wait, it was William who had started everything. He was about to rape me, when I consented to his fucking me! And what had he said…he wanted me to be his wife!" My mind was racing with questions. I was so confused. How.