Yeah right, like a chance of that happening might’ve really existed. I stand a better chance of getting hit by a meteor.’ # The next morning, with...rising hopes, she had watched Grant ogle the pictures on the refrigerator. She owned an outfit like each of the ones the different models were wearing. Her hopes were quickly and unceremoniously dashed to the floor when he glanced at her, than back at the pictures, and commented, ‘Tyra Banks you ain’t.’ Before she could regain enough composure to. This time the cover showed a photograph of a young woman with small breasts and a timid smile.After stacking the folded clothes, I placed the book on top and carried the pile to my room.Race sat naked on my bed. "You forgot something, Mommy."To avoid yet another argument and bruises, I sucked my son's cock until he poured hot, sticky goo into my stomach. For dinner I made a vegetarian main dish with broiled fish as a side entree. Race ate happily. By bedtime, the flavor of my son's spurting cum. After bathing, she found herself dressing with unusual care, choosing her clothing carefully. Sabrina knew she was anticipating what her son would force upon her and she wanted to look her best for him. She selected a pair of flimsy, skimpy bikini panties and after some thought decided against a bra. Her tits were so firm she did not need the support.She was pacing the house, wringing her hands and wondering for the hundredth time how she had gotten herself involved so deeply in this. She heard. I agreed to it, coz I had no other option. We again had a brief talk and went 4 sleeps. At night I suddenly woke up, feeling Sonia hand on my chest and her legs over me. I was aroused by it as her boobs too were touching me.My nine incher was saluting her in her sleep. I thought it may be an accident and went to sleep again. But could not sleep as a sexy she was in front of me having her hands and legs over my body. As I too was tired, my eyes after a while closed and I went into a deep sleep..