” He smiled and launched himself at her with arms wide open, they embraced for a good five minutes before separating.“Now we can’t do this anymo...e, from this moment on we are Mother and Son as it should be.”“But what about you?” Charles had worry on his face.“I’ll just have to accept that until I get over my phobia and issues with men, I just have to get used to not reaching a climax.”“Mum I want to help you, promise me that if you ever need help with your sexual tension you will ask me.”“I. When he told me that he would finish the massage on my legs I anticipated with pleasure his reaction to the view between my legs.As soon as he began to massage my legs I parted my thighs slightly allowing him a near perfect view of my pussy, and he had barely begun treating my calf muscles when he moved to my thighs. Allowing him room to manoeuvre meant opening my legs a little further again, and when he reached the top of my legs I could feel his hands brushing gently against my labia. I was. Just before everything went black he saw an old man in a blue robe leaning over him and pressing a black glass globe onto his forehead. Consciousness and life perished from his body.He awoke looking at a plain white ceiling riddled with cracks. If this is heaven, he thought, it sure does need painting. He closed his eyes and drew in breath. Somehow, his lungs didn't fill all the way with air.As he sat up, he became aware that there was weight on his chest. He looked down to see two perfectly. If Joen was muscular, then she was nothing compared to Cinnamon. Cinnamon(or Cinna as he liked to be called) was naturally muscular, or so he toldpeople. His body was well-built to almost feminine standards, but Cinnamonwas able to use his fashion sense and move gracefully enough to counteractthe feminine structure of his body. It seemed to work, as the girlsappreciated his slutty appearance.Today was no different: Cinna wore a yellow criss-cross ruched halter top,matched with a pair of denim.