You haven’t been inside me since your were born. I remember a few times, when my father was away traveling on business, when I’d assume the role of “man of the house” and spend a night or two in their bed, and on at least one occasion, my own nocturnal fantasies took a turn for the practical when my very body acted them out on her sleeping form, with mixed results. Sex vedio I nearly climaxed right there, but I settled in to a rhythm. Her top leg slid onto mine, and I felt her pantied crotch against my thigh. I stopped immediately and tried not to panic. She took my hand and pushed it down against her slimy crotch, which radiated heat like a furnace. “Yes, Mom, I know. Soon the threat appeared to have evaporated completely, and we both forgot all about it. So I returned to her bed, and fought for sleep. Just moans, coos, eventually soft words of encouragement, even a little dirty talk. Did it feel wrong?”
“No, Mom. So I made her a salad, and she opened up a bottle of red wine.
