As we drove to the movies on the outskirts of town I couldn't help but glance at my mother's fabulous legs and imagined, as I often did, what it would...be like to have them wrapped around me. What would it be like to be my father and have that pussy to fuck every night?"What are you thinking about?" Mom said with a smile."Me, oh-uh, nothing much." I answered."You have to be thinking about something." She said."I was just thinking how pretty you look tonight." I said."That's sweet of you to say.". .."How was it?" It was OK but I was looking for something a little bit more like that..."I put my right hand on her left cheek and leaned in, closing my eyes and passionately kissed her on the mouth, for what seems now minutes on end, when it was over, my little friend down south was dancing on its own, making my underwear wet."So, was that better Myriam?"She just sat there, eyes closed for a second, then she finally opened her eyes slowly."God yes, that was the best thing ever Jason." I know,. I moved my head faster and faster, and pretty soon my mouth was full of Kevin's cum.Then I heard laughter from the front seat. That's when Kevin woke up and realized what was going on. He looked around frantically, trying to see if anyone had seen what was going on.I sat up and saw Amy looking over her shoulder at us. She saw me look at her through the rearview mirror, and winked at me.Then I heard a police siren, and I could see red and blue flashing lights bounce around inside the car. I felt. ..”“It doesn’t matter. If she touches you, she has complete control over your body. She can make you feel anything, control your muscles, make you cry, laugh. But the worst part is...”Russell faltered, so Doyle said, “Fear. She can make you feel so scared that you wet yourself. So scared you have nightmares for weeks about it.”I glanced at Russell who simply nodded. They both were emitting so much raw fear, I was starting to feel it myself.I asked, “Then why would you risk that?”Doyle said,.