”“Really?” Rhonda asked.“Unh-hunh. You’re the only real cock allowed in me, so you’re the only cock who can inseminate me.”She was looki...g at Rhonda, so Bob asked, “You mean mine?”“To me it’s shared property, so both?”“Wow,” said Bob. “She does get crazy when she babbles.”“This wasn’t an adorable, out of control babble,” Rhonda disagreed.“You mean... ?”Rhonda rubbed her thumb under Theresa’s eyes, through the dampness. “You’re serious, Luscious?”“Yes I am, Beautiful.”“Luscious?” Bob asked.“She. I just like rubbing my prick a lot. It feels good." "You...you could at least pull up your pants when your own mother is talking to you. This is very embarrassing." "Well, you're the one who wanted to talk, Mom. I don't want to stop jacking off now. I've had a big load in my nuts all day. I need to cum bad!" And then the hung son shocked his mother again, sliding his hand down to again tightly grip his giant prick. The astonished mother couldn't help staring at his. Jennifer wants to have kids with you, even if you marry someone else. And you’re probably going to do that.”“That about sums it up,” I said.“Well, I guess it’s not the worst possible scenario, and if you and Jennifer aren’t getting married, that’s an improvement, though I can’t say I like the idea of her being some kind of permanent lover. You’re saying that I’d have to accept that if I wanted to marry you?”“More than likely, yes. I won’t lie to you about that.”“I don’t know that I can do that,. And what do I find?" I felt like I was sinking into thecarpet and felt dizzy. "I have never seen behaviour like this from anymember of staff; what if someone else had come in and foundthis...this...this behaviour?" I let out a small whimper. "Would youlike the other members of staff to know what you get up to when workinglate?"She semi taunted me with the words and I felt like my whole world wasfalling apart. I couldn't even use my hands to get up and run away - Ifelt like a trapped animal. But.