It is because it’s so wrong…so taboo…that’s why I am going to sink this cock…” I held my cock up so she could see it… “into your fuck ...ube…the very tube that gave me birth…now please undo the rest of the buttons” I could see mum’s eyes pool…but her shaky hand continued to pop the remainder of the buttons. When she reached the last one and her dress hung down naturally her tits and cunt were not visible. I just nodded my head in her direction. She knew what I wanted. Her hands grasped the dress. “What did you say your name was?” Stephen asked. “Silmiya” I jumped as both looked my way. “Silmiya, yes,” Stephen smiled and turned to her, “Shall we?” He held her hand and got her up the sofa. “Please?” She pleaded still.“My baby is sleeping in there,” she cried softly whispering her words. Stephen stepped closer to her and whispered. “You can stop crying now.” He hugged her slowly and pulled her shawl off her. I shivered literally and watched hopelessly as Stephen molested the girl I. I grinned at him."So you have seen these before on your mom then?" I asked teasingly. He truly was blushing now, nodding his head."Yeah, by accident," he explained. "I once walked in on her while she was getting undressed," he told me. "She happened to have that very same pair on at the time," he then added."Funny you mentioned that," I now said implementing the second phase of my plan. "It just so happens that the chapter I'm just starting to edit deals with an experience similar to that," I. Having done this thing many times before, we were equipped and ready to move in: portable tables, sunshade, coolers, lawn chairs and assorted contraband. Because we were "with the band", we got primo parking on the lawn, maybe a hundred feet from the stage. It's a rough life.In an hour or so the music started and the crowd moved in toward the stage. Many were as toasted as we were the night before. And on the mobs of Southern girls, it looked good. These were sensible women who knew enough to.