She flicked off the lights and went to be next to him. As she tucked him in, she spoke with him. "That was a special mom-son bath ok? It cant be done ...ike that again". Carl nestled up to his mom and replied "but I want it to be like that more. I like to tingle. Please.?" Amber took a deep breath and layed in bed next to him. "Ok Carl. If you dont tell anyone". "i wont mom , I promise." She curled up with him breathing the smell of his fresh body still naked and soft from the bath. "Maybe you. I do this a few times – keeping the pressure a little more, but with a rhythm that is as sensuous as the thought of love you is to me. My finger gets to feel that little drop, almost like lubrication to that movement of my fingers, but I know it is a precious drop of your sweet milk leaking out for me. Leaking is not the right word though – more like being coaxed out by my manipulations, but it also teases me, my mouth salivates in a Pavlovian response, and my dick hardens ever more so. You. It was early October and time for another gathering at our house. The football game was away this week and we had no reason to go to it anyway. When we arrived home Friday afternoon, mom was working everyone to prepare the house. She told us that, once it started, we should stay out of the basement because there would be some serious bondage and pain. She admitted that she wasn't sure she would go down there either. Hannah, Tricia, Charlene, and Aunt June were planning to be down there. I. She rarely wore anything but tee shirts and shorts and dispensed with a bra as even at s*******n her tits were small. That afternoon we started telling some new dirty jokes we,d heard and as usual Darla told the filthiest jokes to get us in the mood for the magazines. We loved the stories that accompanied the silly airbrushed photos that often left out a woman,s erect nipples or wet pussy and on the occasions where a man and woman were together the mans cock was a limp as a wet noodle. But the.