It seemed to be slightly raised above the surface and I rubbed it with my thumb.The damned thing moved.I quickly set it on the middle seat of the cano... and instantly regretted not throwing it as far as I could. Too late now. The thing writhed and stretched, like a man waking from a deep sleep. Thoughts of running away or hiding on the other side of the tiny island flashed through my mind, but escape didn’t seem possible. I sat, scared shitless, as the thing shifted and grew into a short,. Rarely does she let out a moan, suppressing her cries for the final moment when she climaxes. In her mind, she pictures it happening – being bonded tightly, unable to move as he is on her, who he is, she doesn’t know, doesn’t care. Wanting everything to be pleased, but not telling him what she wants him to do to her since she asked him to gag her. The gag is in her mouth as she bites down hard on it, her eyes shut submissively as she feels him feel her up, her body warm soft and tender as he. I released her clit and rose on my knees. We smiled at each other. Then I held her thighs apart and bent down. Consequently, the glans of my shaft touched with her pussyhole.I was about to enter her cunt but my cell phone rang up. We gave a start and our eyes fell on the nightstand. I frowned and swore, "Who the fuck is disturbing us?"Ronica looked at me, "I guess somebody is calling you for an appointment," she said."Oh never mind," I rejoined. "Just switch it off! I won't let anybody spoil. Not a purely incestuous one, sure it was based on sex, but she taught me things, she helped me become a man who was confident enough to go out and take charge of his sex life, and find numerous lovers of his own. She still saw me as her son, but also as a man who had matured, who had stepped up when needed, and become the man of the house…. and the man of the house FUCKS the lady of the house! It took me longer to cum than I would’ve thought, I must’ve still been really drained from last night..