" She said, taking her son's hand. They stood facing each other at the foot of the bed."Do you wanna take off your shirt first, sweetie." Michelle ask...d suggestively."Sure." He said.Michelle helped her son peel off his shirt so that they were both now bare chested. "I just thought it might be more meaningful if nothing were between us." She said.Michelle stepped in and embraced her son. Her big tits became sandwiched between them as they held each other tightly. As the hug lingered, Michelle. Carrie's just outside the door with a towel around her body and one around her head. She reaches out for my hand and simply says "follow me." Finally we head down the hallway were Millie disappeared. We pause in front of a bedroom and she says "that's my room", and I let go of her hand and lean in just a bit as if I'm interested. As I turn back Millie appears out of the bathroom next door wearingtwo towels just like Carrie . Without saying a word she slowly steps forward and reaches under my. I didn’t realize it but she had stopped doing her crunches, sat up, and pulled her short leg back up. Once again I felt like a jerk off, but she didn’t say anything and we got up and continued our routine. After an exhausting workout we walked home, stopping by the shoppette and grabbing a couple of waters. Once back in our neighborhood, we parted once we got to her house and I headed home to shower. As I soaped up my body, all I could think about was the up-short view I had. Was it. The tentacle responds immediately in her hand just like a human cock would. It only disgusts Mercy even more, but she doesn’t let her revulsion show.Yet even repulsed by this thing and its appendages, Mercy’s body responds differently than her mind. It’s as if she has lost control over herself. Her hips rock to the rhythm of the tentacle rubbing against her nipple and the tip of another brushing against her neck and ear. Her breath is coming faster and she soon feels her other nipple stiffen.