Did she mean something by that statement? I started wondering. And I decided that the answer was -“yes”. It was my drunk mind giving me ideas and ...iving me permission to fuck my mom.As my mom had gone to the bedroom, I was sitting alone before my drinks. Then I took out my tool from my shorts and examined it. I was preparing myself to fuck my own mother. Well, I had already decided that she was ready to take her son’s cock into her cunt, or my half-conscious or drunk mind decided so.I decided. I walked beside the couch and looked at the photographs of her family on the wall, old, new, many. They looked weirdly bright in the dim light of the chandelier coloring the room with a shade of yellow.I pointed at a picture on the wall, “Your dad is an exceptionally handsome man.” She stepped beside me and nodded, looking at the photograph tenderly, putting her left hand on the wall for the support. I longed for this moment.“Close your eyes,” I told her. She was a little confused, “What?” I. I gave Lana an open invite, whenever Jerry was home. She kept herself abreast of him for hours at a time. I was jealous, but also, I could see her breasts growing. The effect was that pronounced. I overheard him snickering with Caroline. “Every day she feels heavier on me.”I gained another four pounds that week.My son’s ‘virgin’ girlfriend didn’t visit much. He tended to visit her. I talked with her mother, every few days to touch base. “They just talk and study.” She kept telling me. I didn’t. “Look at me” he said after a minute. “Is he forcing you somehow? Are you under duress? Does he have pictures or something that could ruin you at work? I ... I...”Talia shook her head. “No, I swear ... it’s just...”“This is really your fantasy then? You wanted him to make you do this or something?”Talia nodded, blushing as it was clear she was asking for this from her brother, her friend of all these years. Talia knew it was not the most normal of things, but Talia trusted him more than anyone.