“Your mother can cum, but not you.”My eyes widened.Ms. Petrov grabbed my hips. As she drew back hers, she pulled on mine. My cock slid backward th...ough my mom's tight flesh. Her silky walls massaged my cock even as Ms. Petrov's dildo stroked my inner depths.“Oh, fucking no!”How could I hold off cumming when I was fucking and being fucked?Ms. Petrov rammed her dildo back into me. Her crotch smacked my rump, driving my hips forward. I gasped as I buried back into my mother's incestuous snatch. My. He also knew it would crush her, and could well cost him their relationship. If he'd had time to think ... to talk ... to slow things down, he might have avoided the collision this trip had fated for them.But he couldn't think past not wanting to hurt her."Yes," he whispered. In agony he tried to do something right. "It shouldn't be. I mean this is wrong. I thought you were asleep. I didn't mean for you to see." I know," she said softly. "I know you love me." She frowned. "I mean I know you're. My minds discussed it, and we decided to pretend to have no clue while we let him make his attack. I would move to a few inches to my right when he punched my left side, to make his punch miss in a way that Wayne and Katelin would see. Then as soon as he launched his kick, I'd duck beneath it, catch it, then raise it over his head, putting him on his ass. Then I'd take a couple of quick steps away, and see what happened. Ideally to talk him into calming down, otherwise to trip him and punch his. His stomach was flipping and his head wasspinning again. He noticed his hands looked smaller than they should be.He held his stomach and it was definitely smaller than it should be. Thisfelt familiar. He looked at himself closer and realized he had become histeenage self."Fuck yea! Now I can beat your ass twice as hard!" Not so fast, we are not done yet. Besides, who would want a malesecretary?"Mike did not like the sound of that. The feelings were back now. Now theywere everywhere. He was.