I stepped into the front room but she wasn’t there. “Paula?”“Back here.”I found my way past the kitchen to the rear of her house, only one d...or was open, my sister’s bedroom. I paused at the jamb “Hey, you in here?”“Yeah, come on in.” She was sitting on her bed, her back resting on two of four pillows wearing a thigh length flower printed night gown. Her fingers were laced over the swell of her stomach as if she were feeling the baby. She had pulled her long honey colored hair into a pony tail. The plummet from eight thousand feet had charged them both, happy to finally be free of the confines of their STRIKER DT. His legs were firmly seated under the Dragon armor of the saddle, and Isra hardly ever used the twin shoulder spikes as hand holds anymore. He wore his full armor, the helmet covering all of his head except for his eyes and part of his mouth and lips. Many of Mjolnir's Hand had decorated their helmets in different styles with crimson colored paint, and Isra's helmet bore. She has no clue about what I have for her tonight. We agreed that she will come over and that she will be at my will and my command, but we have not discussed what we will be doing. We even did not discuss what will be the limits and red lines.She had taken off her jacket and she is now sitting in a black shirt, having a couple of buttons open, and I can see the top of a fine cleavage, and a lace black bra. I am sitting in classic grey pants, a white shirt which contrasts my dark skin. She is. My son began to casually be naked in my presence, my eyes naturally following that perfect organ between his legs. Not long after that, he was masturbating within my vicinity - his door open wide, his moans haunting me for days, my sex reacting like it has never done before.What was happening between us shocked me, horrified me. I spent long hours looking at myself in the mirror, wondering what my teenage son saw in his old mom - or was he just teasing her, humiliating me in some diabolical.