He lit a cigar and kissed me with the smoke. "You can feel your IQdropping" he said as I lay there in total acceptance." You struggle to have coherent...thoughts other than about sex, clothes,make up and pleasing men." You are my whore, my slut, my thick bitch who can't do hard sums orcomplete long sentences without getting confused." Feel your brain get cloudy and dull as the need to think goes away." Hewas right, it was hard to think.I woke the next day and got ready in my best slutty outfit. Her hands slid up and down my body as she drew herself as close to me as possible, pushing herself against the bulge in my pants. I helped her out of her long sleeve shirt as she took my T-shirt off, her hands running down my bare chest before she moved in to kiss me again.Her tank top and bra were the next casualties, followed by her pants and panties. Finally she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, dropped to her knees and helped herself to my cock. My pants and boxers slid down and were. That box has already been opened, Ms. Pandora, and we have to deal with it. Now, when we're through talking, if you decide you never want Harry to know of this conversation, that's how it will be. How you feel about him is your business and I don't think any of us would have a problem helping you keep that a secret. But we are going to have to talk about it." Oh God ... I'm sorry, it all seemed so much easier and so much sexier when it was me and my imagination planning this conversation and. I was getting aroused. She was dancing right in front of me, bending over and giving me a quick flash of her knickers every now and then. She pushed me back in my armchair and started to give me a lap dance. My cock was hard now and she must’ve felt it. She pulled her dress up and rubbed her bum against my crotch. I put my hand on the inside of her thigh as she was grinding against my cock. She leaned back and said “It’s a shame I’m your mother, otherwise I’d help you with your problem” as she.