After all, that is my name."Sex with you!?! But ... but ... but you are my mother! How can I have sex with you?"You can rationalize it any way you wan... to, but I WILL have sex with you. It was certain a few days ago when you entered my mind with the instructions on how to feed you. I have held off because I know how limited your physical abilities are right now. But I can't help it—I am COMPELLED to have sex with you. However, there is no parallel compulsion to have your children, so I will be. She smiled, “remember in the shower last week?”“Another blow job?”“No, the pinky thing.”“You want to try anal?”She nodded happily.“It’s probably going to hurt... a lot”“I think I’m okay with that.”“I think maybe you should let me play with it and see how you like it?”“I trust you, bubby.”I flip her over and put her on her hands and knees. I lean down and gently lick her pussy top to bottom and lick her sweet little rose. Once I’m hard and she’s wet enough I get behind her and slowly push my. Then his arms went around me, and as he kissed my mouth, he unfastened the bra strap around my back. Then he lowered to my knees and, after giving my flaccid, little dick a kiss, he pulled the garter and stockings off me. Then he guided me to the tub and I got in. The warm water and bubbles were just what my over-taxed body needed. I inhaled a more potent version of the same powdery scent I’d smelled on Sam once he’d showered. Now, let me stop here just a second and point one thing out. . As we devoured the pizza, I kept looking at Scott, and his scars. I hope there was going to be time later to hear about those scars. ‘You guys said that you were leaving tomorrow. What time? I don’t want you to be late for your wedding.’ Mary piped up. ‘It’s more than just me, Scott here is standing up for it. He’s the best man, kind of. We both have to be there. It won’t be a formal wedding, just in my parent’s back yard. He won’t be in his full uniform. All three of us are out or will be in.