He put back my both hands over my butt.The scene was as if I am bowing before my son with hands in back. Now I am more vulnerable in front too. My all...intelligence failed. My son pushed my head down little more. He collects all hairs on my side. I get unbalanced and my head fell on my son’s “Steel Rod.” To balance, I move out hands from panty but he quickly catches my elbows and stopped my hands from moving out.Touching of mother’s forehead made his spend dick to become hard again. Pulsating. The room appeared to be a hollowed out part of the mountain she entered hours before. There were two doors breaking the monotany of the walls. One door on the side she entered and another on the opposite side of the room. Neither of the large wooden doors had handles one door was painted green and the other red. She shifted her weight in the chair as she waited for someone to come meet with her. She understood there would be papers to sign and that more explanation would be given to her at that. He thanked me and said he would be up shortly. When I got back into my apartment and closed the door, I had to lean against it to get my breath. God, I would like to have some of him. I threw the coffee on and went to the bedroom to change. I put on one of my husband’s shirts, fastened a couple of the center buttons, then tied the two ends together at my bellybutton. I did not want to over do it, so I didn’t change my jeans. I knew that if I moved just right and bent slightly, he could get a. ” He reached for the wrapped box, opened the lid, and took out a dildo vibrator. “I brought a little tin horn just for you.” My eyes widened, wondering exactly where he was going with this. “But then, I’ve been a good boy this year myself, so you also get one of these.” He pulled down his pants and whipped out his huge, erect penis. I felt my loins squish between my bare legs at the sight of his male member. “I think the real Santa calls his a rooty toot toot.” He hopped onto my bed, hovering.