" He nodded towards the house she shared with her mother as he spoke. Again, he wasn't asking or seeking confirmation. It was as though he was remindi...g her of something she had forgotten. "She kept you shielded from the rest of us. She's kept you locked away in your world of flowers and beauty. But you know that your cage, gilded as though it may be, is still a cage."She wanted to protest, to defend her mother against the accusations this, this, person was making, but she found herself unable. On my part I wore briefs around the house, sometimes allowing her to see impressions of my penis through my briefs, without feeling ambarassed. The thing was, until that fateful night when we discovered the sexual attractions between us, neither of us think about the other as anythying else but mother and son. I did not fantasize about having sex with her and she never acted seductively towards me. The sexual excitement I felt about her body, which I wrote about in the earlier part of this. She was wearing a long, navy skirt, with a white design throughout. She wore a white sleeveless shirt and white sweater over top. Her hair was up, and on her feet were the black heels that she was wearing when Ryan fucked her at the doorway the other night after the bar. Pussy buzzing, she drove over to Ryan’s house, and got there just after three. The mall where she worked was only five minutes away, so she had plenty of time. She gave his door a quick knock, and went inside. She was. ..” Bonnie was approaching me with a bottle in her hand. “I couldn’t find what I wanted but this cooking oil should do,” she said. “Stand up, Gary, so I can take my turn.” I stood up, legs still a little shaky and she tapped the insides of my legs to spread them open so she could sit down in front of me. She poured some of the oil on her hands and began to massage my cock and balls, soaking them and making them slippery. Maria and Sara were lying next to each other on the floor watching while.