Far from it. Mature sex As I felt his mouth latch back on to that which his own regressed memory was now recalling with no impediment, I let out a sigh of extreme pleasure. After some five minutes of exhausted silence, with him lying still atop me while I just kissed him, playing with a few locks of his dark brown hair that had fallen across his forehead, he raised his head and smiled the most beautiful loving smile. I just looked at him. Raising my face, the last thing I expected was for him to kiss me – and on the lips at that. Instinctively I rubbed the swollen teat between my thumb and forefinger. . . … I just looked at him. Realizing then of course that he had condemned himself out of his own mouth, he continued, “S’pose you knew I saw everything that day too, didn’t you mom?” I nodded. It wasn’t the time for me to be looking at that particular aspect of life.
