The driver, a teen-aged girl, had been texting and didn't realize what she had almost done.The officer came over to me and the woman I'd just saved. "...re you alright ma'am?" he asked. "Oh my, you're pregnant. How far along are you?"A voice I'd heard more times than I ever wanted to admit and never wanted to hear again answered him and I took a look at her for the first time.Her face was distorted by the pain, but it was her without a doubt. I placed her down on the sidewalk near the officer. I wanted to tickle and circle my cunt withMy fingers. And pull and squeeze on my littleEnlarged clit. I’m nothing, what the hell am I doing: letting my own sonBlack mail me?I taught him better, but I knew it wouldBe almost impossible to talk him out of it. His tongue slid backDown to my clit but he didn’t start sucking it. He circled it knowing that it was just as tender as my clit and I wanted him to Suck it now! But it wasn’t him that turned me one.The very thought of being sexual with my son. I didn't need to be here, and its value as a facade for my real intentions seemed to be fading fast. I told the cross country coach I wasn't going to come out this year and spent my free time rock climbing or working on my modified grav pod project at the old DeWitt street labs. The pods themselves were pretty much where they needed to be. The next piece was to create the grav field generators for the actual flight suit, and for this effort, I borrowed heavily from the technology that was used. He asked me to go with him for a date that night. I said I would. When he asked where I wanted to go, I told him, ‘Anywhere you go, I want to be right there with you.’ I couldn’t believe myself. Anyway, John took me out to dinner and we ended up finishing the evening in a room at the same hotel. He is still the only man I have ever slept with.’ ‘We went out just about every night he was home. When I told Mom, she went nuts, saying I was throwing myself away on a soldier who wouldn’t appreciate.