No matter the physical nature of our relationship, I will always love you as my son AND as my lover. Even if we never make love again, you can't erase...what we've shared."I felt better, at least a little. I hate getting all weepy. I'm not one of those "Real men don't cry" types, but I still hate when I do. I get all snotty and my eyes get all red. "I love you, too, Mom. Thanks for letting me get emotional on you." Hey, that's what moms are for." She stood up. "Now get up. We don't want to waste. Margaret lapped it up, sucking and slurping, her belly aching as she imagined herself gulping down a really rich load of jizz. After five minutes of steady hard, wet sucking, Walter's prick had grown as hard as iron. He writhed as he stood over her, wincing and pulling her hair, on the verge of spraying her tonsils with spunk. Margaret alternated rapidly between puffing her cheeks up and caving them in again, hungrily sucking cock as hard as she could. Her fist was a blur as it. " She said softly. "Now try this one for size."She quickly spun around on her fathers body, and began to kiss and play with his slowly erecting cock. Her own crotch was not many inches from her fathers face, and Adrian began to play with her once more. When she felt his tongue on her she shuddered lightly, and then spoke. "No. No tongues. Fingers only. For now."Adrian was glad to comply. He loved receiving blow jobs as much as he loved giving them, but he was always wary about sixty-nines. Many. Heart pounding, she started to search the shelves.?Can I help you love,? the guy asked, wondering what this woman, who wouldn’t have looked out of place in an English summer’s day picture postcard, was doing in his shop.?I want to buy a chastity thing,? she replied while avoiding his gaze?For you?? he asked.?No! For a guy.??OK... what about this chastity cage???Yes, I’ll take it.? she quickly replied.After a few more questions, Hannah left the shop as quickly as she could with her eyes fixed.