Do you want your usual?"I looked over her shoulder, first noticing her abundant cleavage. I rested my head on her shoulder wrapping my arms around her... I spied the online menu she was looking at."How about, we get an Extra Large Brooklyn Style. With Robust Tomato Sauce, Sausage, Salami, Black Olives, Pineapple and Mushrooms?" I don't like their sausage," Mom said turning her head to me."This Saturday you'll get my sausage. What's the diff?"Snickering she said, "You are amazing, Danny. You got a. Denise stood in front of her with her hands on her hips and nodded. A smile crept over her lips and one of her hands came up on her nipple; grasping it easily between the strands of the string vest and squeezing it tightly, before rounding it with her fingertip.The warmth from the exercise and the sun heated her nipple underneath her touch.“I love sex after a good exercise – don’t you?”Melissa nodded.“Get on, I want to watch you ride.”Melissa walked over to the bike and swung her leg over the. I think it was really just the intimacy that I was looking for that night. He was happy with a blowjob and we agreed to meet at a nearby coffee house. After the last email we agreed to meet in 30 minutes and I remember panic setting in. What the hell was I doing? Was I really going to go? Was I meeting with a psychopath who was going to kill me? I changed out of my pyjamas and put on jeans and a shirt. It was late and I didn’t have the time for anything fancy. I don’t believe I’ve yet described. I carried him for nine months. I gave birth to him.I created him.And now I wanted to fuck him. A depraved switch had been flipped, turning my maternal love into lust. I shuddered, moaning, my head rolling from side to side on my bed as I kicked off my covers. I licked my lips, closing my eyes.Fantasizing something so taboo.In my fantasy, I walked naked down the hallway, passing my eighteen-year-old daughter Jenny's room. My breasts bouncing, my hips swaying, my pussy burning. I reached my son's.