She glanced at the digital clock on the dresser. It read 11:33 PM. "Michael, come on, dammit! You're three minutes late! I don't know how much longer ... can wait here!" she said aloud to no one. As if on cue, the telephone rang. Anna answered it on the first ring, switching the call to her hands-free headset. "Michael?" "Of course it's me - who else would be calling you at this time of night?" Trying to suppress a smile, she teased, "Well you never know, baby. You keep leaving me alone to go on. For instance, your head must be pretty painful right about now. If you focus on making the pain disappear, it shall.”You are shocked at what you are reading, this must be bullshit, but, your head is hurting bad enough right now to warrant any attempts to make it stop. You focus as hard as you can on making the pain disappear, and to your surprise, it does! You continue reading.“This power will give you control over the manipulative forces that exist throughout the universe, as such, you may. As she started rubbing her head to dry her hair mom casually turned around to face me giving me un-interrupted views of her womanly figure. Again sheer terror washed over me waiting for mom to realize I wasn't dad but yet again she didn't.This respite allowed me to again take more views of mom's sexuality. I was right about mom having a very hairy fanny. Although hidden mostly by mom's tits which were drooping as she leaned over I could see that her bush was extremely thick and of course black,. Placing one hand on Peter's shoulder, he wrapped the other around both their cocks and started jacking them together. The feeling shivered throught both men, and very shortly, Peter was gripping his father's shoulders and panting heavily. Mike, who had already beenprimed to cum before, was ready to shoot his load. "Do you know what cum is son?"he grunted. "Huh?" "Sperm, semen, jizz, do you know what it is?" "Yeah." "Have you ever seen any?" "No." "Well hold.