"This is the kind of shit that excites you, a mother that lets her son do that to her?" She went on. "That's sick you dirty little bastard. I suppose ...'ll need to make you an appointment with Dr. Washburn" {Her Psychiatrist} She says disappointedly.Her eyes never left the television once as she belittled me. I was speechless and felt like a pervert. I felt like I'd been caught peeking into one of the neighbor’s bedroom windows late at night. I could just picture her telling my Dad and all three. You're clean. Nothing yet, at anyrate. Did you swallow on an empty stomach?" Maybe?" Digested the little fuckers. That happens. Can't count on it, though.All it takes is one fertile egg or one fruiting colony. Bam. Arsepreggers."*********It was sleeting outside, with gale-force winds. Chastity stamped herfeet on the Thank You mat in the mud room of Lao Fan Hospice. She saidhi to Nurse Debbie and got two coffees from the Debbie at the DebbieDoes Sausage cart. She pulled the sock off her pony. I kneaded her tits gently. They were super soft, contrasting the nipples, which were now hard, and pointed. She clawed my knee, and was deep breathing. I now inserted my other hand from under her shirt, and caressed her little paunch, and her belly button. Both of us were now wreathing and extremely aroused. My cock was killing me with pain, but I couldn’t risk freeing it, as we could get caught.Then I removed both my hands and let her calm a bit, as the sounds we were making would surely get. Fortunately, one of the maids had anticipated the arrival of her mistress and, by the time Henrietta returned, the great fire was already roaring. Henrietta did not believe in central heating, preferring to keep old fashioned fires glowing in the rooms she inhabited while letting the rest of the house stay cold. In fact, the great fire in the hall was so powerful that, when the logs were heaped upon it in the depths of winter, its warmth radiated throughout the house. Henrietta joked that any.