We begin to chat again and as my son and me chat my horny son moves his hand up to one of my big breasts and rubs over it through the material and toy... with my big hard nipple, I say nothing at all to my son, because as I told you at the start of my side of this story, I knew that one evening or at some point my son would try to feel me up again and not just flirt with me, and it has now started. As I said nothing to stop him, one of his other hands moves over my knee rubs over my knee gently. ”“And if I were with you I would snuggle between your legs on the couch, lock my eyes with yours and take your throbbing cock in my hand and wrap my lips around it so tight and slide it in to the back of my throat.”In between talking dirty and trying to see who could arouse the other one more, we were both really getting ourselves worked up. He was stroking himself off and giving me instructions of what he wanted me to do next to myself, at the same time pretending he was with me. It was so. Carlie was always telling me how smart you were, how well you were doing in school. She'd read to me sometimes from the letters you wrote her. None of the secret sister stuff, of course. She looked forward to getting those letters. Carlie didn't want you to be like her, she wanted you to be you, and be happy with the woman you were going to become."I could hear her sniffling and struggling to hold back tears. "She really was proud of me?" Charlie, you never had a bigger fan than your. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom where she had him undress as she sat on the bed watching. 'You had me very sore last time.' She said, standing up from the bed, a wicked grin on her face. 'I want you to do it again.' Then turned and lay across the bed, still standing when he stepped up behind her. 'I think I would like that Tammy.' 'I'm sure.' She said, parting her legs a bit as he stepped between them. 'I want you as deep as you can go this time. Just start slowly and it'll be.