I get so aroused when I'm with him or think of him. I masturbate to him, imagining us doing all kinds of things to each other. When I cum, I call out ...is name. Then I feel so guilty about it. I shouldn't be having thoughts like this, but I can't help it. And then you come to me in here, a normal, healthy, attractive woman, a mother and a grandmother I presume. And calmly admit to having intercourse with your son. When you said that, the weight of guilt just flew off me. I'm so grateful to you.. Pam was absorbed in one of the books and just looked up as we parked. I walked around the car and opened her door. She smiled, marked her spot in the book and gathered the others. We unloaded all the groceries and her CVS bag and entered the cabin. Pam put her purchases in the bedroom as I put away the food and loaded the beer in the fridge. I brought in more kindling and used old newspapers to get a new fire going. She walked up behind me as I worked but waited until the fire caught. Once. Back at Toms place, which was in a very very nice apartment downtown , with a beautiful view of the city, he offered me a martini which i gladly accepted , we talked and talked , but i couldn't keep my eyes off his body and his sexy bulge, he suddenly said if i liked the olives in the martini i said they are alright i like the booze more lol, so he said to me , here try one and he took one with his fingers and gave it to me directly in my mouth , and he "accidentally" stuck a finger in my mouth. I went up to my room for a nap and found all my boy clothes gone, replaced my girly clothes but somewhat slutty in nature, I hollered down stairs and they came up and asked what's the matter, "Where's my boys clothes mom" I threw them out since your my daughter then she and Karen kissed me and told me to take a nap , "We have a big night ahead for us girl". At 7 PM I awoke to find a french maids outfit all laid out with a note pinned to it, "Dear Tammy put this on and meet me in my room love.