I locked the door, every bedroom in our house locks from the inside, and pulled off my nighty."Oh, Mom, you are so beautiful. I love you so much. Than... you for coming even if it's not for long."I went to his bed and pulled the tented sheet off so I could look at my son's beautiful, young body. He lay there smiling at me, knowing I was admiring his long, smooth, inexperienced cock standing straight up so expectantly."Looks like my son is excited to see his mother," I commented saucily as I got. " I said.I'd been practising my voice a little. I was speaking more from the chest, and trying to be a lot clearer than I was in everyday conversation. It didn't sound drastically different, but I thought it sounded better, more masculine.She slipped quietly into the room. She was wearing her negligee again, a see-through black gown that ended about an inch past her waist, fixed to a black bra that gave her incredible cleavage, and held up by small shoulder straps. Through the thin weave I. She was not showing any resistance. She was actually enjoying it.She released her legs and adjusted me between her to my comfort. I moved my hands to raise her saree while kissing and sucking her boobs switching one after the other. She held my hand in resistance and when I moved it away, she left it. I raised her saree and petticoat till her thighs.I started releasing my shorts with one hand. I removed them completely and started rubbing her legs and thighs with mine. I couldn’t remove her. Your own mother passed away six months ago. Did I forget to tell you that? Oh, how bad of me to forget something as important as that."Your father isn't keeping very well either and it probably won't be long before Axon falls into our family's hands. How will that feel, Sean. To have both of your parents die while you are locked up here in my cell?"My father's health was of little interest to me, but the death of my mother and the return of Linda Thomas' cancer were both hammer blows and once.