It wasn’t as easy as it looked but I soon got the hang of them and hobbled away towards the shower room. “Hang on!” he called after me, “You ...an’t use the shower. You can’t get the plaster wet.” “Oh crumbs,” I replied, “I never thought of that. I’ll have to use the bathroom upstairs!” “Tell you what, let's use the kitchen sink just for today. I will help you wash and then, later, we will practice getting you upstairs. How does that sound?” “You’re on.” I agreed, “But just this once. I won’t. I nodded. I hadnever been involved in a scenario like this before but i had read about them. Iwondered how far it would go. The next noise was unfamiliar to me, it soundedlike a buzzing and then comprehension dawned on me and a vibrating object wasplaced on my clit. “Ahhhh” i moaned and suddenly it was gone instead a coldlarge object was inserted roughly into my wet hole. “not another sound’ he warned and this time icould feel him licking my clit and twisting the cold item inside me. . I positioned my cock at the entrance of her cunt and pushed, the head of my cock entering her. Her eyes opened, and she regarded me with a quizzical expression.“What are you doing, honey?” she spoke, “Oh god, what are you doing?”My next thrust was all the way in. The sexual sensation of fucking my mother was overwhelming, the ultimate taboo. I was forced to acknowledge to myself that this was something I had always wanted but suppressed.“This is wrong, darling,” she cried, “oh god, oh god.”I. I'm not built like a porn star, but people stop and looktwice and that little boy was among them... his mouth was open and he waslicking his short, pink tongue along his top lip.He looked up and realised he'd been caught looking but I smiled andjerked my head indicating that he should come closer. He flushed scarletred but casually walked out of the sight line of his pals and up to me. Iran my hands over his satin skin, down his sides and over his thin chest,lowering his underwear as I caressed.