Incredulous I asked if she REALLY wanted another baby, at her age, and to be bred by a lad young enough to be her son. What she told me chilled me. Sh... said she felt VERY young, and being under 40 was still in 'c***d bearing' age range. Jason MADE her feel young again. My dad was never interested, but she said, 'just as well your dad wasn't interested - Jason could give me a c***d FAR FAR superior to what your dad ever could!' I was obviously devastated; obviously she was implying that I was. We sat and had coffee. We talked a bit. He then slowly rubbed his finger quickly over my hand and bit his lower lip. He said he was growing restless and horny. I asked him, what we would do next and whether we can move to a private place. He said lets meet in the loo. He walked away, asking me to walk few steps behind him. We stepped into the loo, few guys were in the urinal. He stepped into the toiled stall. I was at the washbasin looking into the mirror. The moment the crowd cleared up, I. I continued by walk towards the bed, and couldn’t help but feel my pussy yelling at me to hurry it up. I kissed John on the forehead, as was my tradition since as long as I could possibly remember, and then placed a hand on his comforter to pull it up all the way over him. As I did, I noticed a faint outline against his inner thigh. “There’s no fucking way” I thought. “I can’t check out my own son’s cock for Godsakes! That’s just wrong” On the other hand, He was sort of my creation. I figured. I have breathed him in, have felt him at my side since childhood and he is like the well loved blanket you never quite can give up. I feel the smile against my lips as he moves back to survey his handiwork. It makes me grin. I know how I look, luxuriating here on the black bedspread which shows up my too pale skin, the lightly sagging breasts and stretch marks after Janna’s birth. I look like the woman I am, close to middle age, a body that shows signs of life. It does not matter, not with this.