. I wanted it.His lips felt soft against mine, and I tasted him, I tasted his saliva in my mouth ... he tasted good, I could even taste a hint of toot...paste. I don’t remember enjoying a kiss so much since I was a teenager.That thought brought me back. A teenager. I was kissing a teenager. My son, in fact. I slammed my head backwards, and stumbled off his lap to my feet.I was crying, again. I looked down at him. He looked crestfallen, or something, like he was disappointed. I knew he was. I knew. All while ding that he narrated that the girls had arrived and would shortly be knocking on the door.There was a knock at the door and Paul still holding the small video camera in his hand yelled out, “Come in.”The girls entered the office and closed the door behind them and stood in front of Paul’s desk. Paul leaned over the desk and shook hands with both of them and asked them there names as he continued using the small camera. Meanwhile Tuck was steady at the back of the room working the. Now it's your turn, Honey." She sat on my lap facing me, and I quickly grabbed her boobs and started sucking on them. I didn't leave an inch un-licked. Her nipples, her side boobs, her cleavage, her underboobs, I took advantage of the situation and went all in. While my Mom was erotically moaning, she said, "Ahhh! You're so good at this! You like my breasts, don't you? I love you, Son!" After I heard that, I stopped doing her boobs and started kissing her again; this time more wildly than the. I?ll do whatever I want. I could slit your throat if I want.? She put the knife to my throat and for the first time I was slightly scared. She put the blade against my throat and I kept deadly still. I could feel it pressing into my skin and breaking it. She rocked it back and forth around the contours of my neck until I imagined a line of blood trickling down all the way round the front of my neck. She smiled when she was done and stepped back. ?Very pretty. Want to see?? I nodded.