"Son, we would not ask you to do this, if we felt it was not possible or that you could not handle it." Peter wanted to throw in his two cents, "Arria..., although Miranda does not really recognize it yet, she is falling in love with you. You have given her something she hasn't had in a long time, you have looked after her by willingly risking your life to save hers."If Arrian looked pale before, he looked ghostly now. Sam's mom was falling for him!"What about Mom?" That is were Peter and I come. Most of the gals they starred in action movies with years ago can’t say the same. Oh, they try to retain their youth and vitality. They go to great lengths for this. Affairs with younger men make them feel rejuvenated, and it’s called the cougar phase. They have look-enhancing plastic surgeries if they can afford it, do a nip here and a tuck there. Anything to keep themselves from looking like the old hags they know they will eventually become. Men don’t mind getting old. Women just can’t seem. With your arms folded under your breasts like that, somehow or other, your thumb started to move, almost unnoticeably, across your nipple. I got hard as soon as that nipple did. It wasn’t hard to see when it began poking through the thin material of your camisole and blouse. My hand slid between your arms and your breast. No one else could see that my knuckles began to replace the stimulation of your thumb. You smiled and leaned forward making it harder for others to see what was going on and. He had driven his uncorrupted maleness into her ring of fire, setting his soul on fire with the blasphemous flames of incest. She had taken him inside her as a boy. How would he re-emerge? A man or a ruined boy?She was being fucked by her own son. As he held himself buried inside her, she could feel his cock jerking and spurting out its lethal load into her. She was a ruined woman. Ruined by the perverted desires that she couldn't control. She would never be the same. She was a jezebel.But even.