Gwen made a enormous game stew for lunch with boiled potatoes, carrots and mashed swede and a Dundee Pudding to follow, then afterwards we all spent t...e afternoon collapsed in the sitting room and watched a re-run of the John Wayne film, ‘The Alamo’, just like a normal family. Except that Gwen and I were not husband and wife, we were mother and son and our passion for each other had to be carefully concealed from Emma who thankfully seemed totally obvious that anything had changed in our. At the center of the room was situated a worn wooden table flanked by two mismatched chairs. Tucked into the southeast corner of the room was a solid wooden bedstead. A tall linen press stood to the right of the bedstead, and a rugged ladder stood against the wall beside it so that one might climb to the loft. Crocks, baskets, and pots were tucked in every corner and on every shelf. Garlands of flowers, herbs, fruits, and vegetables were draped from the rafters. It was a cozy and entirely. Ron's mom wasdispleased with her son right then for she had to. She taught himbetter. Ron knew to admit to one's actions."Then why are you lying to me now. That is it young man, this Fridaynight you will be in a dress so Sylvia can look up your skirt. See howmuch you like it." That is bullshit, mom. I did not look up her skirt. It is my wordagainst your friend's and you are taking the wrong side."Leah did not like the tone of voice her son used talking to her. Alsoswearing in that manner in. I guess it's strange to be all cock-hungry, but at that point in the afternoon, I wanted it, and when I walked out the bathroom with my pussy curls all fluffy, I wanted to see Donnie waiting for me with that cute dick with the bend, sticking straight up in the air. I went back to the bathroom, took Miss "D" out and sat on the toilet, trying to figure out what I was going to do next. I've been horny lots of times, but this was ridiculous. I got off the toilet, after I had cried for a while, and.