"Blake's cock jerked. "Hmmm," he said innocently. "I don't know... might be here awhile. You might have to go right there on the bed."Meg's cheeks tur...ed red. "That's not funny Blake. I'm serious." Me too," he snickered. "Be right back."Meg grimaced. He MUST be joking.Heart thumping in his chest, Blake skipped through the dimly lit house toward the front door. He quietly opened it a crack and whispered into the night. "Justin?"He heard a faint whisper back. "I'm here." Blake stepped out onto. As he’d grown older, Mom had moved to the background of his dreams, replaced by cheerleaders and models and starlets. When he’d finally gotten his hands on Playboys he’d almost entirely forgotten his fantasies about his mother. Almost. When he went away to college and began having sex, something had changed. He still lusted the girls his age, still chased them and bedded them, but he missed his mother and somehow that slowly translated into desire. After that first year, seeing her again was. She took my pants down and while kisses me was rubbing my cock up and down, wow this felt amazing the way she moved on my cock was almost as good as me, she wet her finger and while looking into my eyes moistened the tip of my cock, she went down my cock with her hand and with her nails tickled my balls, she noticed i wasn't fully erect, so she got down and told me to put my hand behind my back, as i did so her tongue touched the tip of my cock a very slowly she went all the way down with her. Because of the article, though, we started conversing about. Then the conversation faded away, replaced by other issues of day-to-day living.Then, a month later, Chris brought the topic of porn up again over dinner and wine at our favorite French restaurant. She said she was still curious about watching pornography and she found the idea of doing so like going for the "forbidden fruit." After some more wine and chatting, she surprised me when she asked if I had ever fantasized about sleeping.