"Yeah, it could be fun. Beats running around and chasing Talent Scouts all day. If you have anything else let me know. Send it to Dan Davies at the ho...e office; it'll get to me." Thanks, Dan and have a nice trip back," Marlin shook his hand."Yeah, maybe next time we can meet at End-of-the-Line."Marlin sat at the kitchen table scribbling the draft to his latest report and sighed. For some reason messing with the lower level geeks at headquarters just wasn't as much fun as it used to be. It just. My apron couldn’t cover my naked ass and I knew my son would see me like this. I wanted to see how my young boy would react to his naked mother in the kitchen. I was such a naughty mother.Not long later, my son finally walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around me and tried to feel on my breasts through my apron.“Good morning, Carol.” He said.“Hey, young man, that’s mom to you. Just because I let you fuck me and sleep in my bed doesn’t mean you can call me by my first name. I am still. And again. She reached back, grabbing my hands, pulling them to her pendulous breasts. “Fuck me, Dot! Make me cum!” she groaned as we established a delicious rhythm. The feel of her stiff nipples against my fingers and palms, the pressure against my clit with each deep penetration, the music of our bodies slapping together, brought us both quickly to the brink. Pulling my left hand from her breast she guided it to her clit. I strummed it lightly as she babbled on about how good it felt. “Ohhh!. A few memories mixed in for good measure to make it all the more stable, sure, but that was for her benefit—not his. Perhaps she had gotten a little carried away with the stapler. Perhaps she had jumped off the deep end to see some curiosity satiated. She really didn’t have any expectations going into this, and so that made it all the more interesting.Movie night. That’s how it had started. As the others trickled away, Ehma had laid it on thick. A blanket of comfort. A dampening of the senses..