Do you want me to talk to him again?" Patrick shrugged his shoulders as if to say he did his best."At this point I want you to try anything that might...work," Lani declared, her temper rising. "Do you know he actually threatened me?" Really?" Yes, your son threatened to spank me if I didn't start wearing dresses." Well, this is serious," said Patrick trying to hide a smirk."You don't suppose he'd really try doing something like spanking a woman and especially his own mother, do you?" I can only. .. "I know who's in that chair... I know who watches me eagerly every night... I know who can't resist the image of my body... can't resist my voice... comes to me every night to watch, to touch himself while I dance for him... do you know?" No... no..." My protests are weak. The answer is obvious, but I try to resist it... try to resist the siren call of my mother's body... to resist the seductive image of her... her mouth... her legs... her breasts... her pussy... her hot, wet, inviting. It was not to be the only thing she would share with me that night, and every time since.Snowballing, my beautiful wife explained to me while my erection pulsated in her soft hand, was when the man would reach orgasm in the woman's mouth, but then, instead of swallowing it, she would pass the load back to the man via a passionate kiss, and he would swallow it.As I mentioned already, I had not heard of this before, and despite my state of near-orgasmic arousal, it did not appeal to me. While it. "I'm glad she could help," I said.We made out for another minute, then she had to stop."Should we be doing this? I mean she is right in there and what if she comes out? She may get the wrong idea," Marry said."Don't worry about her. Besides you two had sex, why can't we?" I asked."Good point, but you really wanna have sex with me again?" Marry asked."Yes," I replied.I think both of our heart rates were through the roof, we were being incestuous, and we were loving it. Eventually my hands went.