Through the lace Sean could just barely glimpse a thick dark bush, which it made his eyes widen.Ciara touched her son's cheek and kissed him on the li...s once again. It was a nice, proper and motherly kiss, but her big and bare breasts were now pressed against his chest, and soon she followed with a somewhat less motherly stream of kisses which slowly traced a pattern down his body.Sean whimpered: "Are you serious, mom? You aren't really going to..."Ciara kept kissing his stomach as she slid his. He kept his eyes open, afraid that if he closed them that it would turn out this was in fact the dream and that her dying in his arms was real. They stayed like that for nearly an hour. Finally Jacob felt at ease enough to let her go. “So, you gonna tell me what your bad dream was about?” She asked, although she could guess. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”“Probably not…” “We should get ready; we’re meeting Janie for dinner.” He told her.As they dressed there was a tap at the door. Jacobs’s. Their mouths are taped to keep them quiet. To prevent them ruing the illusion. A dirty, low down trick, of Maggie’s and Jan’s. Played on me, to coerce me into condemning myself to a thousand years of lamp slavery, to save my darlings.This was revenge. Their notion of justice. They asked me, shall they not have revenge for slights done them? My turn. Shall I not have my revenge?“Break their fucking necks, Mom! Send them to Hell!”“Can we discuss this first son, I feel like ripping their heads. He just held her for the longest time, getting ready, trying to emotionally prepare himself for ... whatever. He wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go all the way, if she even knew there was an all the way to go to. He had no idea. He knew he could do it, though, and judging by the hardness of his dick, he knew that he would be capable of it. Thank you, he thought to his penis, thank you for not letting me down. Keep up the good work. Keep up the hard work.Her mouth sought his, and they.