"I'd like to give you an unequivocal no on that, but I can't. I'm serious about my work, Dean. If what you do affects the volume or quality of my work... I'll ask you to find a new studio. With that said, I'm not opposed to a three-month trial period. By then, we'll both know if sharing studio space is workable."A darkroom. Changing rooms for models. Upgrading the electrical system for hot stage lighting. Flashbulbs popping. Long-legged, sexy women strolling in and out of the studio. Dean and. I wore my black 6 inch standard stripper high heels. So when I got home Karma and I took a shower and messed around a bit before getting ready. I had her get her outfit on and then I painted her nails gold, I had her put on my gold lipstick, and then I put a bunch of blush and eyeliner on her. She looked like a total slut on a porn set, looking back it was probably too much but too me she looked hot. I then started to get ready myself. Just after I put my red lipstick on I noticed Karma playing. I had been simmering all day.I needed to drown my son in my passion.I pushed him down to the bed, breaking the kiss. He panted as he did, his eyes wide. He stretched out on the bed. His chest rose and fell as he stared up at me. I smiled down at him. My eyes smoldered with such hunger.“Mmm, I'm going to enjoy this,” I cooed as I crawled up his body. “You're going to devour my pussy, aren't you?”“Yes, Mom,” he groaned.“Mmm, my sexy son is going to worship that naughty hole that brought him in. He then pulled his thumb out, which left my anus opened a little. I gasped out, as it felt I might shit. I clenched down. I then felt his finger touching my pussy lips, as he explored my bare mound. “Shit you are so wet, I knew you were getting off on this. I bet your are tight in there too.” I then felt two of his fingers slide into my pussy. I tried not to show, but my body betrayed me, as I shuddered and felt my juices flowing out. Why was I getting so turned on? I was being.