"I always wished my legs were that long and sleek. But wiggling around in shorts and a see-through--have you gotten yourself a lover, mom?"Laughing, L...nda drank some more, and spluttered when her brother said, "Yes; mother has a lover, and a good one." Damn!" Linda said, with feeling. "I was kidding around, - but-- you, mom? Making it on the side with another man?"Betty took a deep breath, but her head was still a little fuzzy. "Is that so difficult to believe? Does it shock you that much?"Her. " He looked across the room at the lone stem. "I think the rose really made you feel special. Then you saw Salinger and the comp lit professor together at the restaurant. I thought everything was going to fall apart for a while there." A sad look flashed across his face. "But something changed as the meal went on. Your mood shifted greatly, and the look in your eyes..." Ben bowed his head, feeling a little self-conscious about what could be perceived as a less than manly confession. "The look. "So you must be Timothy. Welcome to my house young man. My daughter tellsme that you are a very nice little boy, so I hope you are going to enjoy yourday with us." Timothy could only blush as Constance spoke to him. Her referralto him as a nice little boy made him feel even smaller and more humiliatedthan he could have ever imagined. It was no accident that Constance had chosen to address him as a little boy,or that she had earlier suggested that Gail should place him in the centreof the room.. My mother was gorgeous. These images forever ingrained my my head(s). My fantasies became more and more elaborate with each rub and tug. At first the sight and thought of her body were enough to get me off, sweaty boobies bouncing was enough. But then I needed more. The first time I saw her bush I could feel my heart palpitating in excitement. That again was enough to further my efforts. Then I figured out what porn was and what was supposed to happen during sex. A whole new world of fantasy.