I worked it quickly in and out feeling it rubbing the vibrator in my ass through the thin layer of tissue in between. I let my back fall back on the b...d, propping my feet on the side and lose myself in the sensation. My orgasm was so close I could feel the crest approaching. I felt the phone drop off my shoulder and my eyes closed before I heard his voice calling to me. "Corrine, stop now!" It took me a few seconds to realize what I'd done, and quickly picked up the phone and sat up. I winced. My senses peaked. I could smell all of you, as if I was transforming into some ancient, primitive animal, driven by some sexual need. Even the smallest moan or sound from you, was magnified, like an amplifier, wired straight into the recesses of my brain. I grabbed the inside collar of your shirt and pulled. The buttons busted free, flying yards away. I did not stop there, I continued shredding it and tossing it aside. You were scared at first, not recognizing me but something inside you. I grabbed my phone and Googled mother and son incest. I got a lot of hits. Stories. Videos that claimed to be incest but were probably fake. Comics.There was so much out there. I couldn’t believe it.I jerked off again. That thong wasn’t big enough to take two loads of jizz.I became restless over the next week. Horny all the time. I kept stealing Mom’s panties. She had so many different types. They were all sexy. She had one pair with a bow on the front, another with little holes in the fabric. Well, I was well-motivated, thanks to you.”“Same. English will never be the same.” She laughed.She kissed me on the cheek, and got up. The world slowed down as I watched her walk over to the fridge to get a juice. I couldn’t help watch her body. Oh yeah, English would never be the same. The girls in the group weren’t as hot as Heather, but they all were magnificent. Thank god I got in this.“You want anything? Chris. Chris!”I was caught staring.“Oh, uh, no, I’m good. Thanks.” I blushed.She.