. you’re supposed to relax for our pictures to be real and completely sexy.”With that, his mother lowered her hips, and engulfed more then half of...his length. She was so turned on by how kinky she was letting her self be, and letting her son get to be her stand in male model.She relaxed her legs, still wearing her hot orange pumps and moved further down his erection until she sat completely on him, grinding her hips in very tiny movements, just enough to pretend she wasn’t completely enjoying. We had never interacted with each other before now, we had banter and dirty jokes, lots of innuendo, and my indiscretion with a dead man's cock, to fall back on, and the strange thing is I always felt Stan to be like a brother as opposed to a possible sexual partner, and now here I was massaging his family jewels while he committed the big R, on one of the hottest pulses, to walk God's Earth, or so she thought.I stopped squeezing him and he remarked for me not to stop, instead a feeling of. Everything had got back to normal for about a week. I was doing laundry and Alex had just took a shower. He came in the laundry room waering only a towel asking for a pair of sweets. I reached in the basket and handed them to him. He said thanks mom, He said dont look and pulled off the towel. When he was looking down to put his feet in them i looked. My heart skipped a beat when i saw my son's soft dick. It swung between his legs like big long snake. I looked away as he stood up and. That evening, under cover of darkness, some braves helped me move the last of the stash of ingots to my dad’s farm. We left them in the barn and then I said farewell to the Indians and went up to the house alone to surprise my folks with my visit.Eliza and pa were glad to see me, and even ma seemed to be more accepting, but Johnathon was surly and distant. As I described the good fortune of awaiting a second child ma and especially Eliza became excitable and happy.Then I outlined the problem.