I saw him flinch slightly in surprise. He gawked in shock and silence as I unbuttoned another one, then another. I stood there slowly and silently str...pping off my clothes. He stood with arms folded across his chest, watching in surprise and delight.I peeled the halves of my blouse apart, pulled it off each arm and laid it over the back of a wooden chair. I undid the belt and button that held up my skirt, and let it drop to my ankles. I kicked off my loafers and stood there in nothing but bra. . and being wrong about it? I knew that would turn out badly. In fact, either way it was going to turn out badly. And, to be honest, I just didn’t want to know right then. I was in shock.So I didn’t get up.I should have. I don’t think I slept at all that night, as tired as I was from the trip. I’d had some clues. Maybe you, the reader had already figured it out by now. But it just wasn’t something I’d contemplated.I contemplated the hell out of it now. They’d always been close. They didn’t. ..fuck me, baby...fuck your own mother...I want it...fuck my pussy..." the words bubbles from her mouth now. For the first time in his entire life he hears his mother swearing. He never even knew that she knew all these words. His stiff cock is making his mother swear, God... There breathing is in unison now, hard and fast as he pumps his mother from behind. He is still moving slowly. He loves his mother and really don't want to hurt her. Her canal is so tight. Almost like a virgin. I must be. They've already got independence. Why do they have to fuck up the rest of the established order? They'll never be satisfied until their bloody blue and white flag is flying over Westminster." I've got estates in Scotland," said Lord Morgan. "You have as well, haven't you, Norman? I know what the Jimmies are like. They're ungrateful buggers. We're well rid of them. But what do they do now but sanction a flood of workshy immigrants through the tartan border into the country. All those bloody.