Well of course she is. Why shouldn't she be?A low rumbling started in my chest and gradually made its way up to my throat, emerging as a snarling grow....The professor shifted uneasily in his chair. Lilly, sitting next to me, reached out and slipped her arm possessively around mine, clutching fingers tightened around my bicep."Professor, in your opinion, what is the best computer security company in the state?" she asked him, tightening her hold on my arm, adding her body weight to mine in an. His mother appeared, paused, then pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold. She smiled, her eyes dark and sultry. She leaned against the door frame with her arms folded under her breasts, pushing them up until they strained against her blouse. "Ready for your big day, Jason?" she asked in an eager and husky voice.Each time Jason saw his mother, the less he saw of her. Even the way she stood, so casual and flirtatious, looked nothing like the mother he knew. She wore the same clothes. Sometimes when he would pick me up from school I would slide into the front seat and he would start driving and as soon as we were halfway down the road he would move his sweater off of his lap and his cock would be sticking out of his pants and I could play with it and fondle it on the way home. Sometimes he would tell me to come help him with something in the garage and by the time I got around the car where grandma couldn't see from the windows he would have his cock out. Grandpa used.. It will wash right off.” He took one wrapped cup from his stash and started to hand it to her. “I have to drop it in a bag.” He pulled her blouse out with his right hand and dropped the candy from the dyed one. She saw right then that she should change from her office clothes. She had her own plans for this night. He would stay close to the door and answer every ring of the doorbell. She didn’t mind; it was a subtler form of bondage.By the time she was back dressed in one of his old shirts and.