I found myself dressing in the most skin tight cloths I could find, showing off my assets. I could feel his eyes on me and saw the sly grins plastered...across his face. I couldn't believe how turned on I got around him. I lay on my bed and suddenly I didn't care if the thoughts I had were wrong, I hadn't done anything about it. Suddenly I head I faint sound almost like a slapping noise and a muffled grunt. My eyes grew wide as I realised theses sounds were coming from Matt room just a wall away.. She had come home early without me hearing her, and had come to ask if i wanted any lunch. She burst in just before I came. It shot to the other end of the bed. She caught sight of the picture on my laptop in front of me. It was her pussy with her very recognisable 'runway' of neatly trimmed brown pubes."Where did you get this" She said in an ice voice"P-P-Portugal" I stammered back"You took pics of me while i was asleep?" She said in her very quiet dangerous voice"Yes" was all i could manage. Your fingers slide into my tight, little pussy, your palm seated against my mons. Deep inside me, your fingers separate, feeling my hot, wet softness, stretching me -- readying me for your hard cock. You lift me up and off your cock and out from the blanket. I kiss you, sliding my tongue aggressively into your mouth. Fill me, fuck me, love me, please -- I beg. You sit me on your lap, tearing my lacy thong, tossing it aside and sliding your cock deep into me. Covered by our blanket, I rock on. ” You mother pauses and can't maintain eye contact with you. “Gosh, no… how can I possibly ask this of you, my only son, the absolute joy of my life! Oh, but I just don’t know what to do, baby! I’m so scared, and the doctor says that it will only get worse to the point that I just can’t even be cured at all.”“I'll do anything, come on mom!”Your mother grips your hands tight. “Aw, baby, I love that you want to help me in any way that you can, but I… well, you’re my own family… I’ll just tell you.