.." Shhh, remember there is no talking. I will be right back, Carl."I strain to hear what is going on, all I hear are soft footsteps coming up the sta...rs and into the bedroom. The sound of a zipper being pulled down and soft moans fill the room. The sound of clothing being removed and falling to the floor can be heard as the moaning continues.I hear Nikki’s voice, “Watch his cock grow long and hard, my love.”There is movement on the bed, someone is straddling my face as the familiar feeling of. She didn’t care if the general society would say that she should feel ashamed about what she did. Looking at something like this from the outside vs. actually being involved, were two very different things. Society’s view on i****t was so narrow, the expression of Love is so different in every family… who is to say what is right, or wrong for each family, she wasn’t exploiting or abusing him. What happened was an expression of her Love for her son. She knew, if her son felt the same way, they. We never keep anything from each other. “It was wonderful. He is a very good lover, my Casanova.”We were holding hands when Kevin and Casey came out to join us. An attendant was wheeling a large cart behind them. Kevin tipped him nicely and we all sat down for breakfast. There was everything that you could imagine, from eggs and bacon, to waffles and muffins. There was a fresh pot of coffee, juice and we finished with a few cups of Espresso. It seemed that we were all famished after our wild. “Hey, baby, ain’t you fucking gorgeous! What’s a little girl like you doing out here?”Kayla walked faster, as fast as she could on the wooden catwalk on her high heels. It made matters worse that she didn’t quite know where she was going; it was a huge construction site, and her boss was somewhere in it, waiting for the blueprints she carried. Soon she was past the nasty, hairy thugs who were leering at her, though, and she shook out her long, thick hair in self-satisfaction.At 19, Kayla was.