I gasp, pulling out a dress so sheer that I’m pretty sure my mother would ground me for the rest of my life before letting me leave my bedroom in it... “Unc…Sean! It’s beautiful, b…but I can’t wear this!” I exclaim, looking at you, shocked and excited. “Why not? You’ve growing up into a beautiful young woman, Allison. You can wear it here when you come to visit me.” We sit there on the couch for a moment, me clutching the dress to my chest, you staring at me levelly. “There’s more in the bag,. I said, "I guess this was easier than your boyfriend problem."Brianna replied, "Much, except my boyfriend possibilities are limited by age." Can't Cathy help?" When I told her the rules and limitations, she said she would work on it." So, she's going out there to find some guy fifteen or younger who wants to make out with you on your bed? There will be a line out the door."She stood up and said, "I have some sense, Jordan. I am not yet a slut. I don't tell Cathy everything, asshole. I asked for. Drink and drug abuse rumours abounded for a while, then the tabloids simply ignored him.I had that same relationship with him. He’d ignored me since I was about 8, 14 years ago. He didn’t invite me to any of his three weddings and I didn’t invite him to mine, or my divorce a year later, a year-and-a-half ago.I tossed the unopened package on the bed and washed my sorry face in the sink. A shave, I needed a shave for the interview this morning. Aww! Bugger! The blade’s blunt as a witch’s nipple. He kept his hands squeezing on my breasts while he continued his hard pumps on my pussy.My thoughts shattered and I couldn’t think straight anymore, my mind, lost in the pleasure from my son’s loving caress. My wet pussy and hard nipple breasts felt so good under my son’s manly embrace. I was moaning so loud that I even forgot that my husband was sleeping in our bedroom not far from where my son and I were fucking.Although I was still a little away from my orgasm but I felt that my son was.