Chapter 1

《《I am a sweet lady who has had certain experiences in life and for a long time I have repressed some memories. However, many of them inspire me to share these stories with you. 》》

Her husband snored next to her. Mary couldn’t sleep. Something had been bothering her for days. At first she thought it was her imagination. Then she became convinced it was real. And she got confirmation that very afternoon.

Thinking about it, she couldn’t sleep. She elbowed her husband and accidentally hit him right in the kidney, and Matthew jumped into bed.

--Damn, Mary. Be careful.

--I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. But ... I have to tell you something.

“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?” Matthew said, tired and trying to get back to sleep.

--No, it can’t. It’s just that...

Matthew turned over. He knew that when his wife got something in her head, nothing in the world could take it away. The sooner she was done, the sooner he could go to sleep.

--Come on. Let it go.

-- Our son ... looks at me.

--What do you mean, he is looking at you?

--Exactly. He looks at me. For days now, I’ve noticed him looking at me, at my cleavage, at my legs. And my ass when my back is turned.

--Hahaha And how do you know he’s looking at your ass when your back is turned?

--I can feel his eyes on me. Besides, I saw him yesterday through the reflection in the living room window. --Hahaha. What a kid. Well, he’s not a kid anymore, he’s 18 years old. But you’ll still call him a kid when he’s 50, right? Hahaha

--Don’t laugh, damn it. I don’t find it funny.

--Woman, don’t be angry. He’s young and you know how shy he is. You’re the closest woman to him, and you’re pretty hot. It’s no wonder he’s looking at you.

--Fuck, Matthew. I’m his mother. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that.

--Nah, it’s nothing, woman. He’ll get over it.

--It’s just ... it’s gotten worse.

--What do you mean, more? --Yeah. This afternoon, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him touching himself.

--WHAT WAS GOING ON?

--Yes, he was sneaking his hand over ... you know...

--To his dick.

--Yes.

--So he took his dick out in front of you.

--Fuck, don’t be stupid. Of course not. He just ran his hand down his pants.

----Did he have it hard?

--Matthew! You look like an idiot. What do I know? As you can understand, I didn’t start looking at your son’s crotch.

--I’m sure you did. I bet he got a hard--on looking at your ass.

--Oh, I don’t know why I told you that. Go to hell.

Mary turned off the light on her nightstand, leaving the room in darkness, and lay down, turning her back on her husband. Matthew stayed, face up, thinking about what his wife had told him. He remembered his youth, back in the village. He thought of those moments when he first noticed his mother. It was a small town, without many women. His mother was plump, but that didn’t stop him from looking at her for a while, trying to see something. A bit of breast, a nice piece of thigh. But that passed. He thought it was a phase most boys go through, something natural, unimportant, that just stays that way and is forgotten.

Besides, his wife was much hotter than his mother, so he understood Paul, his son. Those big tits, that great ass. He reached under the sheets until he found it. Warm, round. Soft to the touch because of the silk pajamas he was wearing. He began to caress it.

--Matthew, what are you doing?

--Nothing. --What do you mean, nothing? You’re touching my ass.

Matthew pressed against her. Mary immediately felt her husband’s hard cock pressing against her ass, and one of his hands reached around and grabbed one of her tits.

--I’m horny, Mary. Let’s have a quick one.

--No, stop it, -- she said without much conviction.

Matthew began to kiss her neck, the lobe of her ear. He knew it was her weak spot. He felt her shiver. Then he slipped his hand into her pajamas and covered one of her beautiful tits. He felt the hard nipple. He squeezed it between his fingers and she moaned. No doubt she was horny too.

There were no more preliminaries. He pulled down his wife’s pajama pants, taking one leg off. He pulled his own down, made her lie on her back, climbed on top of her, positioned himself between her legs and stuck his cock into her cunt, all the way, with one thrust.

--Agggggggggggg-- Mary moaned, rolling her eyes in the darkness. --Ummm, Mary. But you’re soaked.

He began to fuck her with deep hip thrusts, thrusting his cock all the way in and pulling it out almost to the tip. You could hear the smacking, the crunching of the hard rod of flesh inside her soaked pussy. In the darkness of the room you could only hear the moans, the thumping of the bed, the kisses.

--Did you like it when Paul touched his cock?

--Ugh, shut up ... how do you ... come up with ... those ... things...?

Matthew reached out, still fucking his wife, one hand groping for the bedside light switch. He turned on the light. He looked at her. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips dry, her eyes half closed and the pleasure reflected on her face. He thrust into her fully and held still.

--Come on, woman, tell me it’s nothing. Did you really not like to see him? Don’t you like knowing he’s looking at you?

--Don’t say that ... don’t stay still.

--Tell me. You’re really hot ... Are you going to tell me that it’s not, even a little bit, because of him?

Mary bit her lower lip and looked at her husband pleadingly.

--Fuck me my love ... fuck me...

--Tell me.

Mary’s head was spinning. She stared into Matthew’s eyes. She felt his cock in her pussy. She needed him to move, to fuck her until she came. She closed her eyes and said, barely audible:

--Yes.

--Yes what?

--Yes, I ... liked it.

--The fact that? --Don’t be bad ... you know what ... fuck me...

--Not until you tell me.

Mary couldn’t stand this torture any longer. She needed to be fucked, now.

--I liked ... to see how ... oh ... my God ... how he touched himself...