“Honey,” she said again before pausing a moment. He did not look at her. His eyes remained where they were- on her breasts. She held him close aga...nst her warm remarkably wonderful frame. “Would you like to touch one of them?” Her question stunned him. He instantly looked up and into her face and eyes. Is she like crazy he asked? Oh my God, really…really touch her breasts? No way, he thought. No way does a mother, my mother, ask something like that. Does she? “It’s alright honey,” she added,. Intent onrelishing every moment of his show he zoned out of all the fuss going onwith his hair. He felt his mom's fingers on his head as they pulled hishair, first from the left, then from the right and then back again. Hefelt a sense of tightness beginning on the top back of his head whichmoved downwards. He could feel his mom's hands working very quickly, asit almost felt like she was tying knots on his head. Finally, as thetightness finished up at the bottom of his head, he felt his mom. My heart skipped a beat when I looked back up and realised Kirsty had walked in as quiet as a mouse and was kneeling just behind us. She was naked and had a hand between her legs furiously playing with herself. She lent in even closer and I could feel her breath on my balls and cock. Kate obviously felt it too as her head whipped around. If I hadn't had such a firm grip on her ass she would have leapt into the air.Kate started to apologise but the words were drowned out by he moan she made when. The radio station was run by an equally young guy, but his only interest was pumping out 24hr music interspersed with a mere 5 minutes an hour of news. He could wait.The newspaper was a different proposition. The owner and editor was a 55 year old who fancied himself for a Pulitzer prize. There was no chance he would sell, and at the first whiff of scandal he would be on my back. I set my security detail Lewis to do a full profile."I'm sorry, boss. There's not very much to go on. Harvey.