I fixed a nice supper that Friday night as the house looked so nice and laundery was washed;dried;folded and put where it belonged."What's in the bags...mom?" You'll find out after supper, dear."He had matured nicely, he did not go snooping or try to find out. He knew he would know sooner that later and after we ate I said,"Let's take a nice shower." O.k. Mom, I like that idea.So we are in the shower and he takes a face cloth and puts my favorite soap on it and washed my breasts as he stands. I sometimes involved in horney aventures of my 22yo young son. He posses huge balls and very long solid and no fat wide cock, and he is muscled under averrage height sportsman. As always he surprising me that he is leave and pass phase in fucking chikens or very young girls. Only sometimes he is honoured with calls to fuck and to deflorate young virgin girl. He still signing cross or points in his long streak of just that nice duty and his plesaure. I never have this mention about my son. She smiled dopily at herself in the mirror."I really should stop now. You've grown so big! Your as big as Marcia's big ol' melons, aren't you, my pretties? That's o.k. though--we can share clothes now! But I really should stop. Really, you're big enough. But it does feel so good, doesn't it? God but if feels good! A person could get addicted to something like this if they weren't careful. But I can stop. I can stop anytime. All right, once more. Just so your bigger than Marcia's. I don't want. She felt the buzz again and looked around, and slipped into the place between dreaming and consciousness where for a fleeting moment one is aware that a dream is fading. The next moment she felt the buzz again and reached down to retrieve her phone, and she saw she had a new text. Ted: Hi, are you busy? Emily: I fell asleep sorry Ted: Do you want to sleep? I can call some other time.. He was sure he wanted this, no matter how long he had to wait. Emily: No, I’m good! (smile) Ted: Actually, I.