In a rush, all the books I’d read, all the jokes the boys had made, all the coarse references to women’s genitalia, all the disparate pieces of in...ormation I’d gathered, came together, and I realized that I was looking directly into my mother’s vagina, slightly open because of her position.Her pussy, her cunt, it, the place, her hole. The understanding of what I was seeing impacted my hormone-generation machinery with such force that I nearly fainted. I suddenly felt hot and prickly all over.. Without any hesitation I decided to act and give her the desire she wanted and I slowly moved my hands and raised her skirt, to my surprise she had not worn any underwear so from the position we found ourselves in anybody passing would not automatically realise what we were doing. My trousers unzipped, tata wriggled her rear end until the now moist tip of my penis was hard against her own swelling vulva, a few more wriggles and it was home and ready for action. No rushing matters we slowly. “Then, shall we get started?”“Yes, please, Sir,” I replied a little nervously.“You’re a very good girl, Jill. I want you to remember to call me Sir when we are together like this,” Michael said.I suppressed the urge to giggle. “Yes, Sir.”“Now, as lovely as that jade gown looks on you, Jill, I want you to take it off for me.”“Yes, Sir.”I slowly removed the dress, and when he nodded at me to continue, I took off my undergarments as well.I’d been naked with Michael before, so this was no. ”“Okay.”“What if it’s not a scam?” he asked.“What do you mean?”Ari looked at me and said, “What if it’s true? What if this is the Jeana Colosimo you used to date, and this guy really is your son? What do we do then?”It was my turn to shrug. “No idea, Ari. It sounds pretty far-fetched to me. A thirty-year-old guy pops up in the middle of a Presidential campaign claiming to be my love child? He’s probably just looking for a payoff.”He nodded. “Probably. I’ll let you know.”Ari left and I sat there.