It lived on in his lurid writings on the hard-drive and in the driving lust it sparked in my loins for my son's hard-on. Now that he was gone, it seem...d almost a double loss as the lover he might have become to me. Now we could never know that joy. But through reading his fantasies I was able at least to masturbate dreaming of my boy fucking me. Then I began to create my own "what if" dreams of incest. It got so intense I had to stop.I thought I had put that behind me long ago. The moistness. Can you take that plant down for me?”The first brunette to arrive at the party grinned and strode across the room, stretching her long, lean body out to remove the plant from the hook in the ceiling. Rachel led me over to Marisa and handed my bound wrists to her. “Would you do me a favor and hook him up for me, if you will?”Marisa smiled, facing me, and purred “Of course! Here we go, Chris.” She stretched my arms out and attached my hands to the hook, pressing her limber body against mine,. She took me into her mouth once more licking deeper this time, with more passion. She licked down my thighs and to my belly button and I enjoyed it. She flicked my engorged clit with her tongue while she stroked my nipples with her fingers. My body started crashing with moan after moan as she sucked my jewel. She began to finger me, in and out her fingers explored my insides. She took her two fingers and licked my juices off and stuck them back in soaking her fingers once more. Grinding my. I was confused. After all, she was my friend’s mother. But my bulge down there was making things difficult for me to understand! She was getting me seduced. Just watching her I began to have a hard on, so I stood before her and pulled her up to me. I understood that I had to make it out with her. She seemed to accept that and I moved in to kiss her again. I put my tongue into her mouth, and began to explore her mouth. Our tongues met and caressed each other. I kissed her cheeks and then.