…………….All day my thoughts was what I had done in front of my son last night in the shower, but it was not enough, I wanted the feel of his c...ck in me, to feel the warmth of his body on mine, to eat him up with motherly love, was that going to happen, yes, you bet but I knew I had to be a bit more forceful to get him to have sex with his mother.……………When I said for the third night in a row that I was going to take a shower I see his face light up, I knew he would be there, hand on cock and. After 20 mins i was done and left their house and went in to my room, i could hear her in her room witch is next to mine, she was on the phone talking to someone she said "i just met the k** next door wow! i am going to have to meet him properly later" i sat on the bed thinking holy crap why dose she wanna meet me? i aint that great looking. any way a few hours later and i could hear voices in next doors garden jemma was laying on the grass sun bathing in a shiny blue bikini i couldn't help but. But then she couldn’t help swiping back up to the picture itself. She felt so proud of her son for having such an impressively beautiful cock. It was impossible not to imagine how hot and solid Ricky’s organ must feel in its fully excited state, or what his oozing precum would taste like dripping onto her tongue.Diane wanted to blame her sexually brash friend for saying so much about Ricky’s tool, even if she hadn’t known who the picture had come from. If anything, it only made her think of it. This year, the name drawn was that of Susannah Underhill, whose family had farmed in the area for as long as anyone could remember. This was agreed to be an excellent omen, as was the fact that Susannah was an attractive girl, with long golden hair and fine skin, but strong and healthy as well.*The sun was already low in the sky on Midsummer Eve when the townsfolk gathered in the market place for the rite to begin. Susannah was brought from her family’s home wearing just a simple woollen shift,.