It had near driven Gabriel insane. The more he tried to avoid it, to fight it, to resist giving into the perverse love of his mother’s smelly, stink...y feet ... The more he found himself wanting them, craving them, needing to feel their wicked, naughty aroma going up his nose.It was then when Gabriel had committed his first grave sin. Up to this point, even though he had been ashamed and confused about himself, he had not truly felt guilty yet. It was as if some higher force was at play there; he. His and your relationship? What do you mean, she said. Well, I have the feeling that you arent comfortable with Tom and my sexual activities. You mean Im jealous? She asked incredulously. Im not jealous! Why would you think that? Well, I notice that you dont really like to talk about our I mean Tom and my relationship, I answered. Her eyes teared up again, and she said, Im not comfortable with cocks. I know you like them. Im fine with that. I know Tom is your husband. Im fine with that. I know. Are my seams straight?"I turned and saw she was wearing old-fashioned nylons with seams up the back and she lifted her skirt for me to check them out. To this day I don't know if they were straight or not. What captured my attention was the perfect ass that wasn't covered by panties. I mumbled, "Looks okay to me" and hurried out of the kitchen before I could get myself in trouble.When it came to flirting she always managed to stay one step ahead of me and take it to the point where I had to. She thought of a picnic in the middle of nowhere, under a shady oak tree with perhaps a few picturesque songbirds. She rested her head on the rim of the tub and closed her eyes. Something cool and slightly rough brushed her bottom lip. She moved her head slowly, her lips caressing the sweet-smelling shape. ‘Open.’ His voice made her shiver. She smiled and parted her lips, deliberately not far enough, and lightly sucked the fresh bumpy shape. He hummed appreciation, traced her bottom lip, then.