She knew that within moments, the mother-son bond would be torn asunder. Or it would be fused together so tightly no one would ever be able to separat... it. Looking up at him as he stood at her feet, she could almost feel his uncertainty. Even though she was his mother, he seemed to be in command of the situation. Yet he still seemed incapable of taking the final, momentous step. She knew that he must be torn between desire for her and respect for her. He seemed paralyzed and unable to take the. I watched as Mom, with a sudden burst of energy guided Chad onto his back and climbed over him straddling his hips. She looked back at me smiling and said, "Help me baby; guide your brother's dick into my wet incestuous cunt."With that I moved between Chad's legs grabbing his cock and rubbing the head up and down her love channel and then I lined his hard cock up with the entrance to her heavenly pussy. Mom hiked up a little as I placed the tip at her opening. She then slowly moved back onto. When she awakened late in the afternoon I had made love to her before finishing what I had started the night before, making her forever mine. Standing naked in the French doors that opened onto the balcony, I turned to look at Evangeline. She was asleep lying on her stomach with one arm bent under her head, the sheet barely covering her lovely buttocks and one leg. I wanted to wake her. While the act of physical love was always pleasant, I never climaxed. Until making love to Evangeline I. (My roommate Charles, who spoke fluent Klingon, hardly ever left our room.) Instead of doing it in the loft, I moved us to Leah's couch, and then her (carpeted) floor. Nothing much helped, until I figured out Michelle's class schedule and initiated sex about 30 minutes before she was due back. My timing was perfect. I had been pumping Leah for about 10 minutes when the door opened and Michelle walked in. "Oops," she said, a smile crossing her lips. "You're busy - I'll come back later." But she.