I pull out my fingers and showed mom how wet her pussy is. “Are you sure you want me to stop, mom? Your pussy is wet. I know you wanted this too.”...I asked.Then I pull out my hard dick from my pants, pull down her panties, and put my hard dick on top of her well trimmed pussy. I started rubbing my dick back and forth on top of her pussy. “Please stop, I beg you, son. My pussy is already dripping wet, and it is so wrong for my pussy to get wet from my own son.” Mom begged.“I can help you sleep. Anthony, on theother hand, was not naked. Not even close. He was wearing the sexiestmost sensual clothes I've ever seen.He was wearing a wig, which made him look like Cher. It was his face,no question, but with eye shadow and blush on his cheeks and his lipscherry red and glistening. His arms were bare, and his torso was bareand shaved except for the delicious-looking black bra with tan cups.His smooth bare tummy led to a garter belt, also black with tanhighlights, attached by six straps to. "Either give me a goddamn reason why not, or get Mary Reed and explain it to her. Bullshit on my heart, I'm only still here because I thought they were dead." You really need to res-" The nurse says, but the doctor ... Standish? Stanton? cuts her off. "I can arrange that, but you need to talk to Mrs. Reed first."Mary was pushed a wheelchair into his room within minutes of being called on, but she intercepted him before he could get up. Not a difficult task – a week of immobility seemed to have. It reminded meof what a girl would wear to school. The satin felt nice against my skinand Glenn playfully pinched my nipples through the material. Another demonstration of Glenn's dominance was he didn't let me walkdownstairs. With ease, he lifted and carried me. For breakfast he feed me a bottle of a milk drink. My jaws were sore fromthe gags, so sucking the bottle down was hard work. While I was sucklingmy breakfast, Glenn went into his first floor office to talk on thephone. I should have.