You look very nice yourself." Demarcus wore a custom made tan suit, a light blue starched shirt and tie. The suit made him look distinguished, intelli...ent and professional. It also accentuated his strong, powerful build Jen looked gorgeous. She wore a black and white, halter style, sun dress with black, open toe, heels. I immediately noticed that she had painted her toe nails, something I had never seen her do before. I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy at how good she looked. I turned to. ” “SEE?” “OK, OK! Saturday night!” “Good! Here’s his number. His name is Darin and he’s very nice.” Becky winked. “And by nice we mean nice.” “OK, he’s nice. I’m going. Can we change the subject please?” “So,” Terri conspired, “Did you ever peek at Chris when you were growing up, you know, when he was looking at porn?” “UG! Go watch your own brother!” “I did. He’s not as pretty as yours.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris Chris’. I have to remember that, though, later on. Because the angercomes back and you can get mad at things that you've forgotten havealready been resolved.In the end, I guess the big lesson I learned is that it's not Marcia'sfault, or mom's fault. It's not my fault or even my birth mom's fault.It's not really anyone's fault. Accidents happen. We're all human. Buteven knowing that doesn't heal everything. It's like if you break a legvery badly. It heals, you can walk on it just fine, but that. I suppose you'd like Mommy to help you with that big hard-on before you go to school today." Henry just nodded, shy and horny, his cock twitching in his pajama bottoms as he stared at his mother's body. Margaret wrapped up the sandwich, then walked out of the kitchen, leading her son back to the bedroom. She hopped on the bed, sprawling on her back and spreading her thighs wide apart. "Take off your pajamas, honey. Mommy wants to see your big cock, again." Henry obeyed his.