She writhed lewdly on the lounge chair as she felt the hot, incestuous thrill of her son's jism shooting powerfully into her sucking mouth and down he... throat.As the boy's climax ended, his mother caressed his still-hard cock as it lay twitching against her cheek. She darted her tongue out, licking up the few stray drops of cum that dribbled out of his prick.Greg slid his muscular body down over the length of his mother's trembling body and lowered his head to her cuntmound. His lips gently. That will be really tough." If she doesn't say something first, just say hi, and you've missed her. If she talks first, you're on you own. Just look her in the eye, and you'll be fine." If at any time she starts to cry, walk up to her saying, 'Mom, it's OK. It's OK. Put one hand behind her head and bring her head onto your shoulder. Then hug firmly and stroke, like we talked about." Now, what if things get more sexual, which they very well might. If she puts her hand on your cock, what will you. The same ones that only a week ago we tangled with our bodies in a reckless and repeated indulgence of hot flesh.Flashes still return to me. These silent drab walls were alive and listening then, when the stale air was ripe with moaning and the smell of bodily fluids. Oh how we fit together. As if I was the thick curved skeleton key to your soul's vault, the warm, wet lock below you. And when I entered I would unlock your most deeply held secrets. We brought them out and counted each one, then. " I wouldn't know, with your dad it was always something that was expected from me... ," Oncie sighed and let her voice drift off into nothing."I love no one except Bill." I guess to me this seems so strange, I've never even seen another man naked except your dad." Mom, have you ever wondered, have you ever had questions about other men" I guess I have always had that thought in the back of my mind. I guess deep down, I've wondered if all men are the same. I don't think that I've thought about.