My wife got out the shower and then dried herself, then she tried on all the lingerie pick one for Jr so she could fuck him, she said “ oh this is c...azy, I’m about to have sex with my son, although I did cross the line of mother and son by giving him a blow job, but he is still my son, fuck it I want him inside me so that what I’m going to do”, she pick the lingerie she going to wear for my son which was a garter belt, red stockings with black pattern on it, a cupless bra and a crotchless. Juice seems to be to your liking too, so you pour some and then join me on the couch. ‘Can’t sleep?’ I ask you. ‘Something like that,’ is your reply. I can only hope it is more than that. We sit in silence for a while, but then I put the book down and try to break it. ‘So…what do you think?’ You take a sip. ‘Your not like I pictured, but your pretty close. You certainly kiss better than I had imagined, though.’ I blush profusely. ‘Well, so do you. It was certainly a charge for me!’ You giggle. I had sent two messages in the interim, just saying how horny I was and was hoping that she was enjoying herself, and cumming hard. I could see that she had received the messages, but not yet read them. (The phone message system we use, shows that). I was so horny and so excited, thinking that some stranger was ploughing his hard cock into her somewhere, making her cum. I had these visions of her bent over in a toilet stall, being fucked. I sent her a message to tell her I was going home, and. It was about the same length as a dressage whip but much thicker. " OOOH !" said Becky, "that looks sexy !" " Mike said " That is my friend Maria, I will introduce you!" When Maria had finished with the man she came over to Mike and greeted him, he introduced the two girls. " May I see your whip?" asked Becky, " Mike has caned me but I have never been whipped !" " My flat is upstairs, you can come up if you like !" said Maria, throwing a long leather coat on. All three went upstairs, Mike asked.