. As Chelsea morosely left the kitchen, Emily craned her head so she could peer into the office down the hallway – Jack had left the door wide open,...so the pretty blonde teenager could kind of see what was inside. She saw that a large video camera was set up on her father's big mahogany desk there, next to the computer ... and that there were a number of Jack's special headphones scattered all over the desk as well. Some of the headphones looked identical to the ones Jack had so thoughtfully. ‘Would Beth like to come to the movies with us? If she wants to bring a girlfriend or something, that’d be okay, too.’ Beth emerged from a hallway at the top of the long staircase leading upstairs. She’d made a noise to make us all look up. Mrs. Lang watched her younger daughter dance down the staircase. It’s hard to imagine she didn’t notice that Beth wasn’t wearing panties. Beth made sure I’d notice, though, flashing her too-long brown dress shirt, flaunting her soft breasts, and pink pussy. It was greatly appreciated. Thank you. Well......Here goes nothing. "Who are you calling?" Chris asked. "Shhhh! Quiet! Its ringing" He answered. "Hello?" "Hey you!" I coaxed. "Stephanie??" "That's right! How's it going?" "How'd you get my number?" "I got it from your phone when you weren't looking, and I put my number in." "Okay great, thanks. So, why the call?" "I was just thinking bout that kiss, all of them. It got me so hot; I just had to hear your voice." If that didn't get him, I don't. It was an i****tUOUS handjob. "God that feels so good," he moaned. "Stroke it harder mom, faster."She heeded her son's words and gave him what he wanted, what he needed to feel in order to cum. She gripped him tighter and stroked him. She loved how his eyes went from being glued to her open vagina, to being closed shut because of the i****tuous pleasure he was receiving from her. And most of all, she loved having complete and utter sexual control over her own son."God...I'm going to.