My wife wore a black bustier with a Rocky Horror Picture Show theme. Her breasts were brimming over the top. The party was at a beautiful house. The f...od was fantastic with a lot of good wine and pot. During one of our dances the bustier slipped and her nipples were peaking out. Tom, from the pool party, came up to us and asked if he could have a dance with my wife. She took his hand and molded her body to his. She rubbed her partially exposed nipples on his chest, put her head on his shoulder. ”“Scared?” She gave me a knowing smile at this.I shrugged and smiled. “A little.” I must explain this. I’m starting at State in the fall, working on a degree in Communications. Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve wanted to work at a TV station, and I had managed (okay, Daddy had managed) to wrangle me a job as a summer intern at a station downtown. I started Monday.Mom smiled back. “You’ll be fine. Besides, why take four years of classes just to find out you don’t like it? Need any more clothes. Any time it was about to drain, it would be refilled with fresh and newly produced baby-making juices, with such love and care, millions of seeds wriggling their way towards my egg and with only one goal. To make a baby inside of me, inside his own loving mother.I caressed his head, pressing his head in tight between my soft naked breasts."Yes John, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with our child John. You're going to be a father..."I held his head in my hands, and looked in his eyes."I thought you. I made sure to stress the very disappointing 'deflowering' I'd had in a few hurried minutes in a backseat of a car. I threatened massive lack of sex unless he made many wonderful memories for a girl he might be rounding third base with. I also made sure that every time he left on a date he had at least one rubber. I was way to young at 21 to be any kind of grandmother! I also told him over and over that what he took for granted between his legs was definitely above average. DO NOT, I stressed,.