"Are you okay baby?" I asked looking at him in concern. I don't know why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother's love I ...uppose."Yeah Mom, Are you okay? You started shaking violently and then I think you peed on me." He answered wiping liquid off his chest."Oh! I'm sorry baby. Don't worry, mommy is fine. That wasn't pee baby, I promise. It's what girls do if you do things like stick your face in their crotch. It wasn't a bad thing, I promise." My Son looked at me. What the hell? How did this happen? At worst, I had expected twenty to twenty five. The Phoenix egg I used... wait... the old mage said something about the old ones using it to get their youth back. So thirty six to fifteen wouldn’t have been out of the realm of possibilities. All my scars and accumulated damage had disappeared as if they were never there to begin with. Hell, long before I hit my teens, I had scars from the insane training that all my family went through. Even the slice from. She reached up and pushed her fingers through his hair, scrunching and teasing it into spikes. It seemed to please him calm him as she did this. A familiar look of contentment appeared on his face."Just enjoy the moment. Right here and right now means something, right?" she said as she continued to play with his hair, "Let's not worry about it, for now." Really?"Lynn nodded. “We be discrete. We be respectful. We be mature,” she instructed, “We're not going to go out for ice cream or text. She could only manage a few short, gasping moans, gurgling at the lack of air. She rode his cock harder, hoping somewhere in that dark soul of his he would stop if she could pleasure him. But he didn’t. Alex smirked at her wickedly, loving how she was just like all the sluts her took.After a few more struggling, choked moments she began to feel lightheaded. The pleasure and the lack of oxygen bringing on a black out that she would never wake from. Her last efforts was to slide her weak hands.