Thinking About Mom

This morning my wife asked me what I was thinking about... I told her the truck, need to get a ladder on there, some other bullshit. What I was actually thinking about was the way my mom used to breathe so deeply after we had sex together, and how good she felt inside, hot and wet, and how her body made me feel those few times we fucked, and how hard I came in her hot welcoming c**t.

That was a long time ago now. Times were different. She remarried and only fucked him after that, I moved to Atlanta, and now to here, thousands of miles away.