He stopped for a minute and I smiled, I knew what he was going to do, then his testicles appeared over my face and he used both hands to open my pussy...up again for his mouth, I held each testicle in turn and sucked them gently,"That's so fucking good mum" he whispered into my cunt as I probed the dark little hole of his anus, I gripped his penis, brought it to my lips and he groaned as I closed my lips over the swollen dome,"Mum" he gasped, "You'll make me cum!" I intend to" I laughed and then. .. Fuck the vagina through which I brought you to this world..yes yes yes...aahhhhhh fuuuccckkkkkkkkk!"I came so hard that I was practically bouncing on my bed. I couldn't stop coming. This isn't the first time I have done this though. A single mother needs her release. And what's better than thinking of your own son while fucking yourself?My son Timothee was a MAN. At the tender age of 20, he was almost 6 feet and 170 pounds with a body of a Greek god. He was a hunk. A fucking masterpiece I. One that was a little more difficult to look at. There were four subjects in the portrait, just like the last one, though only three of them were Scyftan. The fourth? A little white phenidae named Vixa.Our mother looked absolutely radiant. Radiant in a way that only a pregnant woman can look, and that was certainly on full display. It seemed like the portrait was a sort of tribute to the first portrait we had seen, as all three of us were wearing almost identical clothing to what was worn over. ”“And you knew this all along?”“I was sworn to secrecy, and I can’t afford to lose my severance when they do get around to laying me off. I’m sorry, my old friend, but I had no other choice.”“Jesus, Don. I didn’t know. You must feel awful.”“I’ve given this company twenty years, and this is how I get treated? Who’s gonna hire me at my age? I give this company the best years of my life, make countless of dollars for Huffington, and who does he shit on? Me. So when you said everything in this.