"Hey, where's the kool air?" I shouted at the young black boy behind the counter."Power drain," he said, looking up, "we had to shut down the air cond...tioner to keep the rest of the things running."His eyes widened and a smile creased his lips as he looked me up and down. I looked down at my saturated blouse, clinging to my big tits; my hard red nipples exposed for all to see. Luckily, there was only me and the young black attendant behind the counter. I loved the way he was staring at me. I. I was wondering if, well, you ever thought about having more children." More children? Well, your father and I discussed having one more child but I guess we never really committed to it. I think it's too late at this point in our lives. Why are you asking?" I dunno. I guess I wish I had a little sister and I'd love to see you in a maternity dress knowing that my baby sister was growing inside you. Sounds dumb, huh?" It's not dumb at all, honey," said Lani. "I would have loved to have given you. She was further shocked that Robert actually thought that something was going on between them.Apparently he'd thought that her "thank you for firing the bimbo" blow job was the beginning of some kind of relationship. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Robert couldn't compete with her husband on any level. He wasn't as attractive. He didn't arouse her in any way and she didn't like him nearly as much. Except for on a purely intellectual level, they had nothing at all in common. He. A lot of sons hug their mother as well, but probably not as often as Jason does. Of course, when he was little, he did it out of sheer attachment. Now, it was partly that but also because of a certain weight against his chest he's addicted to feeling.With her arms up, Jason embraces Isabelle, wrapping his arms around his mother's back and locking him against her. Isabelle likewise des the same but more gently. She hums in delight, snuggling her head against her son's shoulder.Likewise, Jason.