‘I would ask her not to try to make any noises at all. Just to keep the thought in the back of her mind that it’s all right. That she has my permi...sion, and my welcome, and that I will enjoy it and approve very much when she does. And then she might find, very soon, that the noises just come out of her, surprising her with how good it feels when she can’t help but make *that* sound, the sound she always makes when she finds what she’s looking for…’ His eyes dipped down and hers did too,. It repeats this a few times, before switching to the other nipple all while the rest of the tentacle tail squeezes her breasts.The woman’s cries begin to sound like moans, but she still fights back. An internal conflict rages within her. This is a violation of her body and yet what the creature is doing feels so very good. That is until the tentacle tail suddenly ceases its attack and slides away of her, leaving her...Wanting more?How could she want more? It is impossible to want this. And then. Unfortunately the son woke up long time back and was observing us playing the sex game with each other. We went to sleep since the time was only 3 a.m. The next day at 10 in the morning the boy came to me on the road and said that he had seen the whole incident of sex of myself with his mother in the bath-room and also bed room. We two laughed at it profoundly again and again and I touched at his naked penis this time and he touched my naked vagina again and again. That night the boy and myself. He could forget about talking to his mom about sex. She knew even less than he did. That particular fact had been a big surprise to him when he began to pay attention to such things. Despite having given him birth, she knew almost nothing beyond the basic mechanics of intercourse, and that only in a hazy, indefinite sort of way. She was painfully shy around men. Strangely, her sexual desire was stronger than any other woman he had read, but when she thought about sex, her thoughts were vague.