She couldn't believe her ears. Her son wanted to spank her. She thought the idea was delightfully erotic but played the demure slut for her son."Why? ...hat have I done?" she asked breathily. She was almost unable to speak, her climax approaching swiftly."Because, Mother. You are a cock-slut. An incestuous whore for your son!" Yes!" A horny son-sucking, toe-fucking whore!" Oh God! Yes!" she screamed, her orgasm beginning to wash over her like a tidal wave."A bitch in heat for her own. She put it to her ear as she tried to calm herself. “Hello?” she answered. “Hey, Babe,” Lindsey said on the other end. “Oh, hi. Lindsey, now isn't a good time.” “Are you okay?” Ellie's mind was racing. She didn't want to lose Lindsey. “I am just not feeling well.” “Okay. I love you. Call me if you need me.” Ellie hung up and looked back at the pregnancy test. Everyone would hate her. Her world would be turned upside down. She tried not to sob. This was all so much to take in. Some one knocked. Most other women would be screaming at her ‘Go. Just drive off and go’. What is that saying about fleeing from the devil? Her own thoughts were telling her to go; her own thoughts were telling her to flee but there was something else inside her driving her. Something else that made her want to ignore all the voices and switch off the engine and step out of the car. He was there waiting for her; inside the hotel foyer sat the man she had met on the internet three months earlier. The invisible. The exotic patterns gave a rich feel to the place.The furniture was made of solid wood stained to a rich darkness. The seats were covered with comfortable looking cushions that softened the lines of the furniture. The tables were massive with nicks and dings that suggested they had seen hard use for a century. The damage only increased the esthetics of the overall room.“The room is magnificent,” Edwin said, “but it pales in comparison to you. You look like a queen.”Mercedes blushed at the.