When Jegan looked up at his mother, she didn’t look right. He inquired what happened to her. She responded saying, “My shoulder and back hurts, I ...hink I over did it this morning.”“Amma, let me give you a back-rub.” Offered Jegan. “That will make you feel better.”Jeya initially refused but was later on made to lie on her stomach on the sofa by her loving son.Jegan began to rub the back of his mother; it felt good to Jeya, very good. She didn’t seem to notice when his hand lowered the waist line. ”“Do you like my tits?”“Yes, you know I do, stop cupping them. Noooo. Oh shit!” She had distracted him by cupping her left breast and then dropped her pants with her right hand. She had smooth skin, and a sparse covering of curly hair that didn’t hide the slit that had barely shown lips yet. He was hard as a rock and starting to relish the prospect of fucking that tight wee cunt. She reached out and held his cock. “Ooo, that is too nice. Look I really don’t think you should.” She started to rub. She walked to the end of the table and picked up the microphone and proceeded for the IV bottle. Noticing that it was almost empty, she quickly changed it out for a fresh one. This bottle would last about 2 hours, or at least that?s what Her medical training had taught her. The slut would definitely need that much to sustain him inside his immobile prison. Once the new bag was attached, she turned a switch near the IV bag and the sedative stopped flowing. The soft music that had been piped. Another new turn on for me. I had a lot to drink(who didnt) and we lay there in the beds not talking much but his hands and mouth on my breasts and finger fucking me, and me playing with his cock. The other two were doing the same and he whispered in my ear if I wanted to leave my panties there on the wall. I nodded I did but was concerned that the pics would be there for everyone in the house to see. He told me that wouldnt be a problem. He got up and took a pic of me naked to place inside the.