She told her son that his dad was not interested in sex and she had needs. She said it was her fault that things had got out of hand and he should nev...r have seen her having sex with others. She hoped he would forget about it and it wouldn’t happen again.I asked her if she enjoyed watching her son fuck my wife. She admitted that she did. She even admitted to being slightly jealous.“So you want to feel that wonderful young cock inside you?” I asked,“No” she said “He is my son”“What if he wasn’t. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.Permission is granted for private use. The author requests any agencies wishing to publish this work, to contact him at [email protected]. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/. Comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.The New Year’s party was winding down and Celia knew she was in no. They were most exquisite. The nightgowns were so delicate and spun from the finest of silks. The laces were tatted by the most skillful of hands. She loved everything and was very impressed by his taste.He finally brought in the biggest of boxes and set it aside on a table. "This is your wedding attire, my love. I don't want to show you now, as you know it's customary for the bride to be, to keep it a secret till her wedding day. And Simone never showed me, but she said I would truly be. You won’t need them the rest of the week,” Bill told her.“Gramps, will you keep my panties for me? Bill says I won’t need them while I’m here.”“I’ll keep this scrap of lace and silk for the rest of my life, Juli Jones. You and I are going to be best friends, no matter if Bill loves you or not. Come with me, we have lots of stories to share, and I need to know how Oliver is doing these days.”Bill and his mom followed them, both smiling as they looked at Juli and Gramps Holland, then at each.