Of course there were the prestigious parties and events they all went to.The marching soldiers were the low end of the social ladder; they weren’t e...titled to be called princes or other prestigious names. But they were not going to work in the oil fields; that was nasty, hot, dangerous work so the military was the place for them.They spent days cleaning equipment, barracks and practicing whatever. Of course they looked good all decked out and lining the routes when important visitors came.They. Everything was fine, we were chatting and laughting but when was getting late and my parents more and more drunk, they started behave more seductively.It was getting cold so mum went to home for a sweatshirt, when she come back I noticed that she doesn't have bra and her nipples are getting harder.Mom was flirting with dad, smiling to him,touching his ass and arm so I realised they wanna be alone.I got up and left them.Of course I immediately went to the kitchen where I had great view to them. I had to relieve myself. I'm so sorry, mom. Please don't hate me." Jim, please, I don't hate you. I just can't understand why. How can you be physically attracted to me? I mean, I'm your mother!" I leaned in and put my hand on her leg."Why, mom? You're a gorgeous woman. I know you and dad don't sleep together anymore. You deserve better. You can have any man you want. Do you think because dad doesn't want to sleep with you anymore that you're not attractive?" Jim, please this is a conversation. He felt the pelted hands of the wolf run around him, a familiar lust drawing into the air, as Jack's maw kissed his neck."Mmmnnn, can we wait a bit? I just need to finish.. the table...." Matt felt his own body begin to convince himself, the eager hands of the wolf making him felt needed, he eventually fell to the hunger from within. "Fuck it, there's no resisting you" so he turned and matched lips with the beast. They sat with tongues clashing and fighting over one another as Matt slid his.