“I feel the same way, Radney. Please, make love to me?”In a quick flourish, Radney swept both of them inside, locking the door and adding the ‘d... not disturb’ hang tag in an afterthought, showing her the plush bathroom, mini bar, and balcony view of the Mardi Gras revelers several stories below, while he prepared two drinks—non-alcoholic of course.“This is a spectacular view you have,” Lacey murmured, feeling the revelry from down below all the way up here. “But there’s another view I’d like to. I quickly moved my right hand to grab some of my mother huge left blouse covered breast and caressed it. Mom struggled but cooled a little as I let go her lips and she said “NO! Ajith! You are my son!”“Forget I am you son for a while mother!” I added “You need me and I need you now!”“No!” she said again “This is wrong!”“I don’t care mother! I want you!” I interrupted. Before she could say anything “I know you need me too mother!” I quickly moved my right hand to part her saree tangles and. As she tried to regain her composure, I moved back into my chair and pushedPLAY on the vcr remote. I had a tape already cued up in the machine, a nastylittle porno flick called Rough Sex. "Watch these whores eat ass," I told Jessica sternly, moving her to facethe tv. "You might learn something." "Yes, Sir," she mumbled. She kept her arms in front of her, trying to coverup her belly. I smacked her face, and she understood, moving her hands aroundto the small of her back. "I see you for the pig. .. I came so hard in her, Mom. Like I do with you.”“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You can’t fall in love with a slut.”“Why not? You’re one. I love you, Mom.” His fingers found my nipple. He pinched and rolled it, sending shudders through me. “You’re amazing, Mom. You convinced Leyla to be a whore. And that made Kimmy into one. And ... And it was so hot watching her, Mom. Thank you.”I pushed his hand away, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. I had to fix this. I had to solve this.