. sometimes she squeezed my hand tighter to her bosom, then slid it under her blouse... the warmth of her breast on my hand, the little bud between my...fingers, that erected, when I played with... "Is there more wine?" She moved back up, took a sip, gave me the bottle to my mouth and kissed me, kissed me, long... While we kissed, I could feel her hand looking for a way into my jeans... The empty bottle rolled across the deck and splashed into the water, my hands were lost in her jeans, massaged. Oh boy, what is she up to today?My hair was getting longer than normal so I thought I would stop at mybarbershop today and get a haircut. Little did I know the "hair cut" Iwas really in for. So I decided to get dressed in my normal "manclothes" for the trip to my barbershop. I threw on my clothes. Boy thatwas quick, no woman clothes for going to my barbershop and wentdownstairs.Cathy took one look at me and with a very stern face asked me "What areyou wearing or not wearing"?? I said, "I am. Just let Mommy stroke and kiss you, get you in the right frame of mind for this. You’re my golden boy now, aren’t you? My special, sexy young man!” Zoe came on rather strong, scaring Nick a little at first, though his boner loved it.“Mom, are you hitting on me? Are you wanting to fuck me, your own son?” Nick exclaimed with absolute astonishment at this prospect.“Hell, yes, boy, and you know that it’s going to happen, so don’t fight it, okay? Let Mommy fuck you good and hard! Let Mommy use your. I thought a lot of irrational thoughts during that walk to our cell. I refused to look at the other inmates; I could feel their eyes piercing me. I felt so humiliated. Jerome and I made it back to our cell. Jerome told me he had some gifts for me and to just wait for him. As I sat there on our couch, (yes, he had a couch in one of the cells) I was trying to come up with a way to ask him if we could not try the anal thing. Also, I wanted to tell him that I would not want any cum in me what so.