”Carol and Rhee worked on it for a couple minutes. At one point, both breasts were bared and Rhee apologized for losing hold of the tails, but they ...ventually got her put together.At that moment, the garage door began opening and about a minute later, Mom walked into the kitchen, then came to an abrupt halt. You know that phrase, “her eyes bugged out?” That describes Mom’s reaction to a T.“Oh,” she said after she recovered, “we’re ... uhh ... dressing today? Is that the correct verb?”Carol. Just as she felt an orgasm building, Andrew grunted once and came inside her. “Fuck!” She cursed in her mind, “So fucking close!” Andrew completed the sterile ritual by kissing her forehead and making his way to the bathroom, to wash the sex off his cock. Heather reached between her legs and rubbed her cunt hard. Electricity shot out from her clit. She pinched and rolled it between her fingers. Her other hand squeezed one of her large breasts and an orgasm tore through her as she thought of. She realized this was becoming an obsession yet she could not help herself. The thought of fucking her son made her wet and hot. She could not even enjoy masturbating unless she was indulging in this fantasy. The thought of it made here hotter than anything else could. Then she asked me if I would pretend to be her son. I agreed.She liked to play out different fantasy scenes with me. In one I would hypnotize her as part of a school project and then take advantage of my power over her. In one I. Susan and the kids crowded into the back, since they bend more easily than I do. “The town looks the same,” I said. “It looks the same every holiday.”“I know, Mom. I feel like a kid again every time I come here,” Dave said. He parked in the little lot behind the old hotel and took my hand to help me out of his car. We went in the side entrance next to the lounge.“So good to see you, Mrs. Hudson,” the man behind the desk said. “Your rooms are together on the second floor.”When Dave.