Instinctively I parted my legs, letting my son touch his mother’s pussy. He was soft and gentle, the opposite to my only time of letting a man down ...here, how dose he know what to do.I felt moist down there and he parted me, softly slipping his finger in between my lips. He starts to suck on my nipple as his finger starts to penetrate me. The palm of his hand was on my clit and I’m feeling the vibration coming from it, in rhythm with his finger.“Oh Edward, Edward” I cry out His cock is pounding. When he finished and was about to take his plate and put it in the sink, his mother grabbed his wrist. He remained in his seat."Matthew, you've been acting really weird ever since we got home and I'm worried about you. What's wrong?" she asked."Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired," he replied. She didn't release him."Please, Matt, you know I can tell when you're hiding something," she said softly. "I just want to help you." I can't tell you this. I'm sorry, I just can't," he said, getting up and. The closer I zoomed into these bumpy cells, the more I began to see why. The ones that got killed here were also ones where one of the energies in the multicolored blobs could merge to kill those cells. But for all those still splitting into two, I saw they had a slightly different shade and hue of energy to that of the ones that got killed. Now all the science class talks about mutations and “survival of the fittest” made a lot more sense.Somehow I made the connection that this was what was. She was about 5’6” 110lbs hair color was black and shoulder length. She had a modestly cut dress on that tried to hide her ample assets but did a poor job. I was guessing 32 c maybe d cup and a cute bubble butt and a narrow waist. Anyway she got all the pertinent information on Cindy. Height weight hair color what she was wearing when she left marks on her body such as piercings or tattoos (germaphobe said she would never let a tattoo needle near her body) when she had left, she asked me why i.