" Oh, I'll do whatever you say anyway," she said, kissing me. "You know that." I'm still getting used to it." You should already be used to it. You ha...e how many girls in your harem?" Um... 7 in Italy, and maybe nine here? And it's growing..." Somehow, the numbers came easily to me; at least my subconscious was getting used to it. "More in the 'herd', but that's more difficult to count." So ... fifteen for now? Plus you're still collecting more? Cool." Yeah, but there's also the guys. Dad,. "Her voice was calm and soft, and yet I maintained my composure andresisted speaking or turning toward her voice. My anxiety was causingmy palms to sweat, but I was here with her, where I wanted to be."I love how the rose' chemise falls across your bottom Lisa, and thesilk follows the cleft of the valley between your cheeks." Her voicesounded aroused, and caused me to quiver standing nearly naked belowthe tall overhead light."I would like you to bend slightly and reach back with your hands. It was his own mother, encouraging him and making him masturbate for her.Marcus pulled at his cock at an alarming rate, all the while staring at his mother’s fingers as they stroked through her pussy.Sandy stood up on the sofa with her knees placed either side of her son’s head and pressing against the back of it; her thighs, horizontal and her wet and dripping pussy inches from her son’s face. She stabilised herself with one hand before placing her fingers back inside her cunt.“Can you smell. There was noise, lots of noise like the world’s biggest blaring car horn stuck in the On position. You’d have to experience it to understand, because even that loud didn’t hurt.There wasn’t time to duck and cover the way we used to practice in grade school. Everything happened at once ... and it started ... and was over ... at the same time... ... if you can imagine it.God!It was something only God could pull off.But ... why?Why here ... why now?I’ve always believed. Always ... until I began.