Amelia rolled the mouse over Estelle's bare stomach, manipulating the cursor on the monitor. Estelle seemed to quite enjoy her predicament, although e...ery once in awhile a giggle would escape her due to the rollers on the mouse touching a sensitive area on her lower tummy."Oh that tickles, does it?" Amelia said as a grin spread across her face."Hey," Estelle retorted, "be nice... or I won't play at all."Amelia obviously took this as a challenge as the mouse began to creep its way from the lower. I was as petrified as her, my arms limp at my sides, the suitcases forgotten; I was waiting for her reaction.She just stood there, with a numbed expression on her face; I had to say something to start the wheels of life turning again, so I told her, "Its true mother, I'm Pierce, the son that refused to see you year after year"That seemed to take her out of her paralysis, "But you made love to me, we made love, you knew I'm your mother, and we are going to have a child together, that's. It was quiet once more. We’d be through with this in a minute. She’d finally understand, and leave. She’d get on with her life. I could do what I needed to do. I waited for her to tell me to fuck myself, and to gather her things. I was expecting almost any sign of outrage. What I wasn’t expecting was no sign at all, and I never expected what she actually, finally said. ‘Wouldn’t that be my choice?’ ‘Elizabeth!’ ‘Did you have to abandon me?’ This was never going to work. ‘Shit! Damn it. Did you flip your skirt up to keep from wrinkling it? She said yes and to keep my pussy from leaking on it. Why is your pussy leaking I asked her. She said David came by as I was dressing and he fucked me . So you have a creamypie under there I said. She said yes. As we stood in the line at the polling place she texted me. I felt my phone vibrate so I opened the text, it was from my wife. I glanced up at her and she had a wicked smile on her face. The text read " my pussy is leaking down my.