I need to slow things down, to prolong the pleasure for both of us. I begin a steady rhythm of slowly pushing my cock half way inside then on the thir... stroke forcing it in whole with a powerful deep thrust. I keep this rhythm steady as I move a hand onto your thigh and squeeze as the other moves behind your back, pulling you into me as if we were holding on together for dear life. I move my face close to yours as our noses brush and dance together then I move in for a kiss. I place my mouth. It’s very refreshing to hear at least one voice agreeing with me.’ ‘You don’t like this?’ she says. ‘But… you made it? You’ve created it just the way you wanted it, haven’t you?’ ‘No,’ he sighs. ‘I had a whole stack of drawings, this one had gotten into the stack by mistake, and wouldn’t you know, they rejected all my good ideas, and chose this one!’ ‘You poor thing,’ she smiles. ‘I cry all the way to the bank,’ he says dryly. ‘Still, it must be great to make a living on creating something,’. And every single person we passed on the beach that afternoon knew it. They could sense it. Our bodies screamed out the news. Of course they didn't know we were mother and son, instead we were repeatedly greeted by friendly greetings - 'Hi Bonnie, hi Chris'. Everyone seemed to know us.They all looked at my cock. The women clearly envious of my mother, the men perhaps jealous. They watched mom. Lusted for her. Raped her with their eyes. She loved it!We didn't discuss what we'd done the night. " There were worse thing that could happen."Peter, I..." She took a deep breath. "I didn't call them. I didn't try to make an appointment." I think we both must have looked wrecked. "I'm sorry but I'm just not ready for a baby yet." Her eyes began to tear up. "I'm barely ready for you. I just can't believe you love me — still — and we're not even finished with school! And what if we can't find jobs or if things change or —"She was panicking which I guess was somewhat reasonable. It all was.