I don't know if anyone loves to fuck as much as I love it. I'm 30 years old, married, attractive, and I think that sex is absolutely wonderful and is probably the main reason people exist at all. But I didn't get in on the action until I went away from home. I guess I was a late bloomer. My body didn't develop until I went off to college, an east coast girl's school where my roommate introduced me to the world of sexual pleasure. Theresa initiated me by devouring my puss late one night and I was hooked. We were drinking wine, talking, and I'd admitted I was a virgin. Theresa took that as cue to make a move. I was willing. She felt my titties through my nightie and pretty soon she was diving into my wet puss and I was hearing angel violins and devil trombones.

My jaw dropped. It couldn't be! I come home from college to visit and this! How could Mom not see it?

Next day at work Lucy seemed in radiant form, but walked a little funny. Cathy noticed and asked her at coffee break.

"So tell me about it, what happened?" Cathy smiled.

I thought life was pretty bad before Mom brought Edward home. I would learn over the next months that my life up 'til then was heaven compared to what life with Edward turned out to be.

The court case went well. The fact that Joey didn't seek other women before his wife's hangups put the sympathy his side, and he turned out better that most husbands from the divorce.

The weekend came and went. Steve tried many times to turn his mother on. He walked naked into her room while she was dressing to 'borrow' some underwear. His cock was hard. Lucy was indeed turned on, but gracefully handed her panties to him and asked him to leave. Steve wanted so much for his mom to at least jack him off, but Lucy thought better of it. Steve finally got the message and didn't bother coming in to her any more.

After the previous day's encounters with my mother I was really riding a high. I felt strangeand a bit guilty about what I had done but a lascivious and power hungering desire consumed me. It was as though all my normal wants and needs had taken on an erotic element. I found everything was stimulating me. It was too much to take with a sober mind.

Lucy worked well Friday morning and met Mr Smith alone Friday afternoon. Cathy showed him in.

"And hold my calls Cathy!" Lucy said as Cathy left.

I was in one of those moods where nothing is really wrong, but yet nothing is really right either. You know the feeling. I didn't have any firm plans for the week-end and all the things I should have been doing were most unappealing, like cleaning house, washing the car, writing long overdue letters, and all the other things that I seem to allow to wait forever. Just when I had almost decided that nothing was going to help perk me up I remembered that I had promised to meet Janice at the museum to see the new exhibits. I really enjoy her company and we always find things to laugh about.

The next day Lucy explained the whole thing to Cathy. She had come to trust Cathy with everything, and they told each other everything.