Ted's cock had pressed between the puffed and blood filled labia outlining the entrance to Connie's damp sensual opening. Moving just slightly, Ted f...lt his erection sliding into the hot wetness of his mother. Ted pushed his erection fully in his mother's body, and heard Connie cry out, "No, stop, Ted, we can't do this, you must stop, I'm your mother, oh son, stop, because I don't have the willpower to stop you." The head of his cock had slipped past the grip of his mother's grasping minora. ’ ‘I know. You’re right. But that bastard propositioned you!’ ‘And he’ll probably do it again. And I’ll say no again. Bobby, we can’t pretend I didn’t fuck him. We can’t pretend I didn’t chase him for four months. You can’t even count the number of times you saw me on my knees blowing that bastard. And you had to just stand there and watch me swallow a big, thick, creamy, mouthful of that bastard’s hot come, and then hand me your handkerchief to wipe the overflow off of my chin.’ Lynn was. I awoke to noises in the kitchen. I certainly hadn’t had adequate sleep, but with two days off, I would have ample opportunity to rest. I opened the door of my bedroom and was greeted with the smell of steak and eggs cooking on the stove. Being a professional cook, I felt inclined to chip in. She pushed me away and said, ‘Just have a seat and conserve your energy, you’re going to need it.’ I watched her moving about in my kitchen as if it were her own. Every move of her body was meant to tease.. I decided that the concubine had done nothing seriously wrong; he even protected himself from his sponsor without striking her.I suggested “Why don’t you punish him in another way and not recycle the concubine just because you are pissed off.”She said “That was what I was doing when I was making pasta out of his balls, he stopped me. I want him recycled.”I responded, “His balls are crushed. He is bleeding internally. He defended himself without striking you. That makes his only offense his.