Women, he knew were so mushy - favourite song's, tales of teenage heartache and happy memories of stupid family outings. True his mother had fewer ple...sant thoughts than his other conquests - those few memories were only made stronger and sweeter to her consciousness.Yet, the ease that she had opened herself to her son, as if she were desperate for some affection, attention - reinforced his resolve to enslave his own mother to his whim.Of the women and girls that James had controlled over the. ”“Maybe,” giggled Zanyia. “We have a faerie to find. We need to get to the woods.” “We're still two days from the forest at least,” Sven groaned.I yanked the blanket away. “So no point in wasting the day since we're on the back roads.”Sven blinked then nodded his head. His muscular body flexed as he rolled to his feet and gained them. “You're right. We have to move.” Grit coated my eyes an hour later as we rode from our camp. I nibbled on a cold sausage, we didn't have time to cook anything,. By the time I got dressed, I could feel my moisture already soaking through my panties. He was going to love it. And what he loves turns me on. As I entered the hotel room, he was so fixated on touching my red hair, my lips, wrapping his arms around me, that he didn't even notice my boots! The intensity in the room, the passion in his eyes, his deep stare, it set the tone for a very hot encounter. I sat down on the end of the bed, legs slightly apart, as he knelt in front of me on his knees.. At least up to this moment he hadn't been able to shake off those stern old teachings. But now he was seeing something that turned him around completely. He was seeing the woman he loved so desperate for sex that she was getting it on with her own son."Jodie," he muttered under his breath, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you."He'd driven her into incest, he saw that now. And not only that, but his beliefs had been totally fucked. Sex wasn't evil or dirty. It was a natural need, a.