“Ryan! That is fucking gross! Why would you want that I’m your mother!” I continued “Now I have to be at court in half an hour let’s just fo...get about this for now and we’ll talk tonight about this.” I finished and then left. I didn’t have to be in court really, but I have to admit I was getting turned on by the thought of my son touching me. It’s been 10 years since I divorced Ryan’s dad and it’s been 3 years since I’ve had a man in my life. Later that night…… “Ryan are you home?” I called. She left me in the kitchen and headed off towards the back of the house.Within two minutes she was back.“Holy fuck” I muttered to myself. She has changed into what looked like her pyjamas - baggy shorts and a separate matching top - with a print of Minnie Mouse on the front. Her legs were long and bare, with her sexy bare feet attracting my eyes.“That feel so good to be rid of those constricting clothes” she commented.I could see that she has dispensed with her bra - her full rounded breasts. I walked up the path with my toolkit in my hand and didn’t even have a chance to ring the bell as I was met at the door by Tina, she stood there with tears in her eyes dressed in a very skimpy robe which was probably a little too short and was tied around her waist. She had shoulder length dark hair and big brown eyes, quite pretty actually. “Thank you for coming so quick” She said tearfully, I reassured her that it was probably something simple and not to worry. As she showed me into the. And this satyr was dancing in a wellspring belonging to my people. My patriotism, it comes and goes. And right now it was in full bloom. I had to think about what to do. This satyr was no easy victim to a child like myself. I slid back down the path quietly, resting at the bottom of the hill the path led up. In a bower of branches I lay back and stared at the high and far away forest ceiling. The canopy I grew up under allowed limited light to get through, how all this greenery survived I.