Karen couldn't stop giggling but also couldn't take her eyes off it. We got him into his bed and he asked for some coffee.Karen was able to find the c...ffee and brew a few cups. After 15 minutes or so and a cup of coffee Shane was coming around. He starting laughing as he remembered how clean his cock must be after Karen washed, and re-washed it so many times. This got a good laugh out of all of us.Then Shane politely asked us both, if Karen would like to touch him more? Karen looked at me and I. I went into the kitchen to get the wine and bring their glasses. Mom wouldn't have cared if I had some too, but I didn't want any. I wanted to keep my mind on business.I started the music after I gave them their wine glasses and then I squeezed down to sit between them. They'd almost left me enough room, but I didn't mind that I had to press my ass down between theirs. They sipped their wine while the first two songs played and when Mom finished hers, I asked her to dance, trying to act like we. It just hadn’t really come up.Donald takes Emma in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, the other holding his hand, his around her waist holding her tight, they begin a slow dance. Emma almost swoons being in his arms like this. She has never danced with a man before. Oh, her father danced with her at father-daughter dances when she was young, and at wedding receptions now and then which they attended, but never has a man held her in his arms close twirling her around the room.She tries her. It was impossible to believe that this was happening.She knew she had to stop him. And yet, her arms were weighted down on the bed my tons of cement, unable to move.Suddenly, she felt a wave of disgust wash over her as she felt her instinctive sexuality beginning to assert itself. She was aghast to feel herself growing wet in response to her son's disastrous fumbling. While she was aghast at her son's actions, she was even more appalled by her own lack of protest. The whole thing was.