It had an attractive white cover with reddish-purplish butterflies below the title which seemed apt considering what was jumping around in my stomach ...t the time. The word Orgasmic was in bold print and coloured red and it brought my mind back again to my irritated clit. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat."What's up? " Cara was looking at me oddly and I hoped my cheeks weren't flushed red also."Nothing." I assured her. I had a look at the back of the book and read down the list of statements. Oh, how she would have loved to have her son's gigantic cock thundering up her fuck-hole! Wild, incestuous desires raced through her fevered mind and her fiery body responded. Her nipples shot out like rockets ready to be launched and a tide of pussy cream filled her slot. Her clit felt like it was being pulled right out of her cunt as it swelled and expanded. Her tongue slowly slid back and forth across her lower lip, flicking like the tail of a hungry cat that was staring at a feast. She felt. ‘Sorry, mum’ was the reply. ‘Well’ she said’ ‘It’s to finish, today, right now. We both know it’s not right. We’ve must forget the whole thing happened’. As she spoke she leaned forward and brushed her hand across his chest, a movement that could be taken as either a reassuring comforter from mother to son or was it was really meant to be erotic? Her hand came to rest on his stomach, fingers gently stroking his body hair, reassuring yet stimulating. As she’d leaned the neck of her housecoat. The leather fell away, a belt of stinging and painful burning left from behind from its ministrations. Sobbing now she placed the foot slowly back to the floor, then wet eyes sought him once more, and with a barely perceptible nod she gave the permission he so eagerly awaited. The arm pulled back his eyes and hers, fixed on one another, locked this time as the arm began to swing, and that leather gained momentum. She knew what to expect now, it struck her above her right hip, curling in a.