The flashlight nestled against her panties at the very juncture of her legs. It too seemed wet, well lubricated from rubbing against her freshly oiled...thighs. My cock, quite stiff now from considering this casually innocent yet erotic display, wished it could be me instead of that unfeeling metal rod.At long last Mom finished, screwing the top back on the suntan lotion, letting it drop to her side as she leaned back to rest.“That’s better,” she said, her soft eyes looking at me once more, her. ." Why?" Could we do it a little differently?" Um, sure!" As long as I got to feel her touch I'd be open-minded."Could you touch me?" she whispered with a big conspiratorial smile.If she wanted me to touch her in a sexual way, then, well, those words 'bestiality' and 'pedophilia' reared their ugly heads once more. "I don't know as I should." I'd like it if you did," she said, with the barest hint of a whine. I said nothing, and after a moment, she said, "But you'd think about doing more if you. I threw her son on the couch. She let her hair down and gave me the chills. It was just the sexiest thing I've seen. She looked and asked if I wanted a glass of wine to wind down. I couldn't help but agree.We sat only a few feet away from her son. We continued our conversation. Explaining how it wasn't really "stripping" or anything but she danced for money and time to time clothes will come off while money piled up. Our glasses were empty before we knew it. I still had a stack of money since. The only thing he has free access to is the water. He doesn't even have a dining table to eat at. Instead there are two dog bowls on the floor next to the trash, each labeled food and water so he doesn't forget which is which. In his fridge are several sealed containers full of cum.Once a week his Goddess invites all the stray homeless men over and holds her own cumdump party, giving them full reign of Her pig to use and abuse. Her only requirement for them is that they wear specially designed.