Not sure which I miss most. The incredible slow mond bending hamd jobs my deceased mother in law gave me, or the always beautiful missionary s** my deceased mother gave me. Each knew what the other was doing and they got along well together. I used to joke with them that a 3ome would be heaven for me. But the closest I ever got to that was one of them telling their counterpart that it was time for me to go see the other lol. The MIL hand jobs were more common than visits to my mother’s bed. If I got too whiny with either they would tell me to go see the other. The irony was that with my mother I would behave as simply an adult male lover. In my mother in law’s arms was when I would be sometomes be told to c** for mommy. And with MIL I was often allowed to latch at her breast as she slow stroked me. With my mother I felt like a man. With MIL I was soothed and nurtured. One thing that they agreed on. That my wife was a hypocritical prude who cheated on me, and that it did not help that I am on the loser end of male endowment. I knew for a long time that each was doing what they did out of sympathy. But it let me feel loved regardless.