Her breathing had calmed somewhat, but she was still obviously quite anxious, not knowing what I was up to. After a while I got up and fished under my...bed until I found my digital camera. I set it to use the available light—mostly from my desk lamp, which I turned on her like a spotlight—and took a full-length picture of Carol tied to the wardrobe with my underwear over her face. She reacted to the quiet click the camera made, but said nothing. I walked closer to her and said, “Open your. At the breakfast table the next morning, I couldn't help noticing thatDr. Abrams couldn't help staring at me. So, I asked her why."I still can't believe what happen last night," she told me. "I was uptill 4am, looking on the internet and my medical books to see if I couldany other cases like yours. I didn't find any." If you think you have a problem with," I then asked, "What about me?"We went on like this for the next fifteen minutes while we ate.As we sat in Dr. Abrams living room, she asked. I felt my lips quiver at the mere thought of kissing her. I positioned her such as she would have the support of the pillow. I lied on her. Her head tilted down, eyes closed and her breasts heaving up and down in pace with her heavy breathing. I could feel my heart popping out as I slowly massaged her hair and gently began to stroke her hair.No words were spoken. Only the chirping of the birds and crinkle of the brook in the TV could be heard. I held her face in both my hands and turned it up. It feels like it’s getting bigger and harder in his trousers. I do something no good mother should do and part my legs slightly, just to give him a glimpse of my legs and stockings. His breathing increases and I decide to part my legs some more, this time my nightie slides down my nylon covered leg revealing my stocking tops.Justin gives a couple of deep breathe, shuts his eyes, then I feel his cock twitch and a steady pulse as he comes in his trousers. Shit I’ve just made my son come with my.