I wasn't the perfect housewife or mother anymore I was my son's.That night was so hectic and all I can remember more than anything was looking at my s...on so peaceful and innocent after depositing another five loads in me that night, I felt undeniable love. It was like I had my youth, finally, my hands were unhandcuffed.Once my son had fallen asleep, I rationalized it rather simply. I loved my son with all my heart, and giving him my body was a natural extension of our mother-son relationship,. I mean who could blame her when after her husband demanded that she stay home to wait for the cable guy, saying her job "wasn't important anyway", she had found herself bent over the arm of her living room sofa being plowed from behind by that very cable guy.Cable boy really. But that was six months ago, and incidentally it was the last time she had an orgasm that wasn't self inflicted. No, she had been good, and who cared if even now as she browsed through some sexy new outfits her husband. Built on a large hillside overlooking a rocky terrain that gradually descended to the built up areas surrounding Praia da Rocha, it was three stories high. The spacious ground floor consisted of a utility room and two large garages, one which had been converted into an office. There was also a living area consisting of cloakroom, lounge, study, dining room and kitchen. It also had a large patio area which contained a swimming pool. The next floor held a large en-suite master bedroom and two. I had never married again, but I did not feel sorry for myself. I had been very lucky to have twenty wonderful years with the woman I loved. "I'm sorry" I said weakly. She looked up at me, smiling sadly. "Do not be sorry for me, James. I was one of the lucky ones. My husband loves me very much. He is very good to me. And he is faithful and loves our children with all his heart. He is a good man." There followed a long silence. Finally she spoke again. "But........." she said.