"Itching in my pussy was reaching to its crescendo and I was not in a position to pretend anymore."Don't worry son, I'm not mad at you." I assured him... " I know it's quite natural. But, do you really like to fuck your mom, honey?" I asked in a low, whispery voice.Jonny stood, speechless; he could not believe what he was hearing. At lost he swallowed and nodded positively.I slowly lowered my hands below and slowly lifted my nightgown above my thighs making my hairy cunt visible to my son.. I'm trying to believe it, Ireally am, but it just sounds so impossible. I promise I won't make funof you, I just have to see, please. Besides we've already seen each othernaked, remember? If everything you're saying is true than you won't haveanything I can't see on myself. Okay?"I understood her concerns, and also her curiosity. We also have beenskinny dipping a few times, but that was before, well everything. I'vebeen this open with her, so I just nod slowly. I tell her quietly, "Youhave to. McMillan had an envelope for her, addressed in a hand she did not know in care of her late father in Annapolis.Sitting in her one-horse shay with the reins in her lap, face shaded by her wide-brimmed straw hat, she tore open the stained sheet of paper and found an unfinished note from Billy Fields. At the bottom someone had scribbled in pencil, "Billy died May 8, burnt they think, like the others. He was a good man. Buried with seven others." She held the paper to her chest, closed her eyes and. It’s been a real distraction.” She lifted her glass. “Cheers!”“OK.” Cerys took a deep breath and paused, biting her lower lip.Allison could see that she was nervous about what she was about to say. “It’s all right, Cerrie, I promise not to laugh or anything.”“OK. Well ... Well, have any of your boyfriends been into anything a bit – well - kinky?”“Not really. Unless you count a serious fetish for leaving the toilet seat up. I mean Jerry – you remember Jerry? – used to like me to keep my shoes on.