Maybe he wanted to make me feel as if we were now some how more than mother and son. But what those words did was make me wonder how he knew a good bl...w job from great blow job. "For Christ sakes how many times as my son had his cock sucked to compilation?"I sat there looking at my son. Andrew was once again stroking his cock and it was once more alive and growing. I thought he wants to fuck me. He wants to put that cock in me and fuck me. My son wants to fuck his mother. I was still thinking. I study marketing, and I'm building a retail display. Tanner is assembling some hydrology report and PPT that's 50% of his civil engineering course grade. Mitch is painting for his fine arts studio. No nudes; just shapes and colors that mean nothing to most, including me.Since what we are doing for our degrees often entails making tangible, visual objects, rather than taking 4 or 5 final exams at the end of the semester, only a little mind cramming at the semester's end is required for us. As. After all, I was the younger child, easily corrupted. Greg would be seen as the catalyst to the whole thing. Besides, my old man was a cop. He would understand about trying to cover up a wrongdoing. He would probably even respect my actions."Okay." I finally said. "I'll do it." Great." She said. She then took a good look at herself. "But I can't go home like this. I need to wash these clothes and take a shower first." Yeah," I agreed. "I know the feeling." Can you run these through the washer. "He's even jealous of you. Can you believe that? I told him about you, and I don't know why he thinks you're a threat to him. Men are so silly. I mean, he knows I don't... you know, like, do it with girls. How dumb!" Right," Laura smiled. "Dumb."And yet all the while she was looking longingly at Cecilia's exquisite dark smooth long neck, wanting to kiss it, wanting to suck it, wanting to hear the girl yelp with a hot, uncontrollable sexual excitement that she, Laura, caused. I'm jealous of him.