Later at 8 pm they came outside and had food. They rested for an hour by seeing TV again. They started to kiss. Then my son and my wife went inside th... room and locked the door.I saw that scene and uttered what a scene a beautiful 40-year-old big breasted mother and 20 years handsome big dicked son going inside the room and locking the door naked. As the days go on I adjusted that now the man of the house is my son and the woman of the house is my wife.Whenever I leave for a trip I would think. It would take mere seconds for me to come this way combined with the intensity of him sucking and licking my nipple rhythmically. I moaned my breath quickened. I whispered his name. It flowed freely from my lips. It always had. I began to feel the familiar wave of passion sweep over my pussy. As if on cue he deftly reached down and slipped a finger inside my sopping pussy. My back arched, my legs trembled as I came in his hand, his finger deep inside me feeling my pussy as it milked his. You're being an ass, Mr. Price. You saved the Prince's life and his father wants to reward you. He wants to give you a woman and an allowance that will maintain you and her. Only an idiot would turn that down." Did it occur to you that slavery is illegal in the United States?" I asked."I know that," Wainscot replied testily. His fingers drummed his desk and he scowled into space.Miss Beavers and I studied each other. Big, submissive, blue eyes behind oversized, round, black-framed glasses. Part of me didn't have much of an appetite, but part of me knew I should eat. I stared at my food for about a minute.Mom apparently intuited what was going on. She broke off a hunk of bread, stuck it in my soup, and held it near my mouth. "Just try a little." I opened up, and she popped it in. Once my taste buds started functioning, the despairing nausea in my innards backed off enough to let me eat.On the couch in the basement, I settled in after lunch with the same notebook I had used to.