This was such un-Brenda like behavior, that it confused all of us at first. We didn't really take what she was saying seriously enough in the beginnin.... When Brenda finally came to me, asking that I use her money to repay the company for the funds my Dad had used to make good on Walt's defaults, I knew we had a serious situation. I went to Joyce and asked her what she thought we should do.Her advice was to wait and do nothing, and this was what I did. I told Brenda that I'd look into it, and. "What about that one?" she said and gestured to thestriped shirt. "That has a pattern."Eric looked down at the shirt. It was true that it did have a pattern.It was also true that he liked it. How in the world could he explain tohis mother, who assumed she knew all about what he liked and disliked,that this was an exception to the 'no pattern' rule? When it came tofashion, his mother lived in a world where everything was black andwhite. You either wore the same styles everyday or you looked. We've been fucking for like three hoursand you still want more!" Is that bad?" I asked quite earnestly."Not bad for me!" he said with a smile, "But it's pretty unusual. Mostbottoms need to be broken in. I think you came fully assembled withbatteries included!"I couldn't help but blush at his strange compliment."You were like a quiet little straight boy -- the first time we weretogether you could barely look at my dick. Now you're eating my cum andbegging to be fucked." He said and looked at. 'This can’t be happening.' I thought to myself. 'It's adultery. It's incest!'Even so, I remained still, erection pressing against my pants. Even the way they spoke their names to each other was hot.Mark took off mom’s panties and gave her vagina bush a little tap. He then grabbed her arms the same way he carried me into the room and pushed her onto her back. He rubbed his enormous penis against her bush, mom licking her lips, then he penetrated mom’s vagina to the point his own pubes were in.