Every strand of blond hair was perfectly coiffed, every bit of expensive clothing was perfectly selected, every part of her body was perfectly proport...oned. When Tabitha looked at herself in the mirror, on the other hand, she saw an absolute mess. Crappy teeth. Stringy, kinky hair. Acne scar-cratered black skin. A face that was too large, and boobs that were too small. Ill-proportioned, poorly dressed, constantly depressed Tabitha White. The bell on the door rang, and Virginia sprung from her. Mark wanted to thrust his hips up at his mother in the worst way, but he sat still, letting her take the lead.Helen wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and held it tight as she pulled her head back and stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip. She looked up at her son who was still staring wide-eyed at her. Then she closed her eyes and put her mouth over the head of his penis. Her hand moved up and down several times rapidly. That was all it took.Mark thought his head was going to. She was, but didn’t want to admit it for some reason. And when my hands started wandering where they shouldn’t, she didn’t react then, either. Things progressed in this fantasy to the point that I got on top of her and, as I slowly penetrated her, I kept shaking her and telling her to wake up. Basically, she fantasized that I raped her. Except she didn’t want to resist what was happening.Things can be incomprehensible when, as she tells you this story, she removes your clothing, making you as. She’d never had a real man’s cock in her I guessed! ‘But what about your husband,’ I asked her, ‘What about my son!?!?’ ‘That’s the thing,’ she said coyly, ‘Edward doesn’t fuck me anymore. He doesn’t do anything with me anymore!’ She got up from the table, seductively making her way over to my side of the table. She rubbed her pale, skinny body up against me, groping my already hard cock with her delicate hand. ‘Amelia,’ I said, half heartedly in protest, but I didn’t have anything to finish.