When eventually I did get to sleep it didn’t last and I was soon awake, tossing and turning. After putting up with this for what seemed like hours I... got out of bed and sat in the kitchen sipping listlessly at a cup of coffee. Rebecca came in. ‘What’s wrong Mum?’ ‘I just can’t sleep.’ ‘You’re worried about you and Daddy aren’t you?’ ‘I guess so. Oh Becky, I don’t know what to do.’ ‘If you don’t love him anymore why don’t you leave and divorce him?’ ‘That’s just it, I think I still love him,. Instead of being jealous, I was curious – and fascinated to hear of his sexual past.It turned me on because, of all the women Jim had been with, he chose me. I was the benefactor of all that practice and experience. And it gave me incredible mind candy for my masturbation sessions – picturing Jim in various sexual positions. The thought of seeing him with another woman, of sitting next to him while she sucked his dick, or Jim eating me out while I watched him being swallowed could make me cum. Every sexual urge, every dark taboo desire told me to stay and that is what I told my mom.When she was done she told me to spread my legs and then she sat down between them resting her back against my chest. She reached behind herself, grabbed my cock and placed it standing up against her back. She looked over her shoulder, grinned at me, “I wouldn’t want that poking me in my back. This way I can feel you getting hard again as we watch the movie.” She looked forward for a moment then turned. Unlike him. I had a wandering eye for a few women. They just always made me smile in a way he could never understand. It was more natural. More relaxing. I felt I could fall into their arms and sleep forever. I smiled at this thought and turned the music up louder. After 20 minutes of curvy street roads I was home. To my own place. He never wanted to move in together. That was another argument. But in the end it was a good decision and less of a hassle. I opened the door to a neatly ordered.