I smelled like I cum but I didn't mind, I would take a shower later. About an hour later my son came searching me out, his prick was hard and bright...red. He found me in my bedroom; proudly he held his rock hard cock in his hand. "I'm ready mom. What do you want me to do?" I had changed my clothes into something more comfortable. I told him to stand there and to keep hold of his nice cock. I got down on my knees in front of him and placed my hands on his hips, keeping him just a couple of. She is incredibly beautiful pregnant. Her face is aglow. Her tits are sensitive, her skin radiates health. I hear Donnie and Deirdre complain about how fat and ugly they are, but they just don’t get it. They are ravishingly beautiful. Any man looking at them must be torn between wanting to protect them from harm and wanting to fuck them senseless. That’s the way I feel every day of my life. I spend fifty percent of my life protecting them from harm. I spend fifty percent of my life fucking them. She was not bothered about that."You should not watch your mommy masturbating." She called out, smiling lewdly. But she didn't stop, knowing well that her son was watching her masturbate. She ended up having a terrific orgasm.Nothing of any special sort happened during next few weeks. Kevin religiously followed his training regime as suggested by his mother. He had lost his inhibitions and was now openly discussing things with his mother, while Rebecca somehow restrained herself from falling. Nothing at all.’ ‘You’re too kind Brenda.’ Her Eggs Benedict and my waffle with strawberries arrived. ‘Those eggs look good all of a sudden. Wish I’d ordered that.’ She cut a portion off and pushed her plate towards me. ‘For you sweetheart.’ I reached over and took her hand in mine giving it a light squeeze. ‘You’re special.’ ‘Just sharing with someone I had a great time with yesterday and still this morning.’ I dropped her off by her rental car. ‘Careful of the sand drifts.’ I waved as I.