We are a son and mother fucking and enjoying sex. We need to remember that. That is what adds spice to this forbidden act. That is what makes it wild ...nd wicked. There can be a hundred Snehas and a hundred Adis. But we are a mother and son, in sexual union. That awareness makes this special. In fact keep calling me Ma as frequently as possible when we are doing anything sexual” she replied. Strange logic. Erotic logic. But for her cunt I would accede to any logic.She took my whole cock head. “Cold is numbing so it won’t hurt as much when I put the bandage on”. “I wouldn’t have bothered with that either”. I was holding her foot until I could feel the heat coming through, took the wet towels off and hook shot them in the bin the other side of the room. I picked up the bandage and stretched it. “Okay. Can you point your toes forward like a ballerina please?” Zoe did this and a started to slip the bandage over her toes.“Let me know if this hurts”. I slid the bandage beyond the ball of. Not only was it sinfully wicked, it was illegal. Against the laws of man and nature. What a horrible son he was. In his selfish rage, he wanted her to place her soul in jeopardy for him. Risk spending eternity in the bowels of hell for him. Why would she consent to such an act of depravity?"I'm going crazy," he mumbled out loud, watching his big, bloated penis bob up and down evilly.Then he heard his mother moan softly and turn in her sleep. As she did, the sheet covering her slipped down. If in doubt, shoot, don’t think about it. Dead prisoners, I explained, were okay while dead friends weren’t. Pam and I walked down the road heading toward the center of Bartlett such as it was. We kept off the road and watched and listened for any sights or sounds. When we started to hear sounds, we were well toward the center of town and could see the farming area in the distance.I told Pam, “We will ride the bikes down to here tonight and then you stay with them and I will go have a look.”.