Pretending to be fucked by her son her greatest turn on... the idea of i****t with the young man she had raised from a baby so taboo it always got her...off."Come for me, Mommy," Gerald ordered, knowing his wife was close and that she craved being told what to do when they were in the bedroom."Come inside me, son," Sarah ordered back, the idea of her son really ejaculating in her cunt always adding to the forbidden sin of fantasy i****t."On three, my Mommy-slut," Gerald instructed, close to. Remembering his brief forays into anatomy, he shifted forward and turned his damaged arm behind his back, struggling to remember the exact angle the joint was set at. After two attempts of slamming himself back and downwards against the wall, a sickening click rang in his ears, and a feeling of warm and immediate comfort ran down his arm. He moaned with relief, and was answered by a shift of the dog at his side, which lifted its head into Hester’s lap. There was no more to be done, Hester let. ” Eugene looked to Anderson. “You have your own kitchen staff here?”“No Sergeant Syddahl heard that I was going to be in town this morning and insisted that he provide a decent meal. He is quite accomplished. I have had the most amazing rat stews that he created.”Aghast Eugene exclaimed, “Rat? A rat stew? My god man, why?”“Well, we were kind of short on rations. Andersonville was not at the head of the supply chain at that time.”As the coffee was brought out and served, the Colonel continued.. " She pushed Mom out of the way, got up and left the kitchen."Come on, Dino." He got up, looked at the rest of us, then followed her out to the couch.Sara pretended to cover her mouth with her hand to prevent being heard."She's just mad because she has to eat soup."That got another laugh out of everyone.I got up and went into the bathroom, voiding myself more than normal. Something about homemade chili makes a really big dump almost mandatory.I came out of the bathroom and Jill was waiting.