That’s why it’s your fault.”Now I was confused again.Mom explained, seeing my expression. “It’s not coincidence that I came to enjoy mother...son incest stories too. I read the books, well . . . the dirty parts you had the pages marked for, and I got turned on by your thinking about screwing me. I got turned on then also, thinking about me fucking you, and I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about it ever since. So it’s your fault.”She continued, “It’s not my finding out that my son has. " He paused a moment. "Ok, why aren't you asking?" Because I want to hear it in general when I get there, and then each person's side from them. I don't want anybody to think you were campaigning." Makes sense, I guess. Watch the root, there. We're pretty close anyway."She could make out quiet murmurings and see muted lights about 20 meters ahead. As she drew closer, she could smell faint traces of Indian take out. "Do you know if they left me any vindaloo?" There was some left when I headed. With a little smile on my lips, I slid the drawer closedwith the backs of my thighs. Taking him by the wrist, I took two stepsto my left ? to my side of the dresser. I opened my top drawer, glanceddown briefly, then withdrew a pair of sheer black nylon bikini panties.I slipped two fingers from each hand into opposite sides of thewaistband, then held them up for my mate's inspection. I raised oneeyebrow and smiled, challenging him with my sapphire gaze."Indulge me," I purred.We were at a. He wanted to perform anal sex with her. Recognizing his advanced state of drunkeness, she proceeded to tell him the price. "What's good enough for me sir is good enough for you. If you wish to bugger me I wish to bugger you". She held to that demand without letting him argue and eventually he agreed. Thinking he would simply slide into her ample behind, cum large and withdraw he figured he would be gone before her knickers were up. She lay upon the bed spread wide open so he could see her.