But, to be honest, all I had done with those little lesbian femmes was fuck them and forget them as soon as they were out the door the next morning. T...ey all blended together into one faceless blur. Months ago I had stopped even that. I just wanted something different.I returned to reading. I would be taking a University art class beginning in the fall and had picked up the course textbook. Granted, it didn't cover my two major interests, Sapphic and African art, but there was an interesting. It was the blonde jock. "That was fuckin' hot, dude! I got a boner!", the rather blunt male proclaimed.“Want to snuff and fuck people with me?” Tanner asked with a perverse smile, showing his own boner."Oh, fuck yeah I do!", the blonde teen said, grinning widely, as his erection made a big tent in the tracksuit pants he wore. It seemed like the fugitive was gaining allies. However, from distance, a few male students coming from the chemistry lab eyed the dropped stun baton the policeman had. The feelings I had been suppressing, about engaging in incest with my son; feelings which I kept tightly bottled up, now suddenly detonated in a tumultuous fury. And just as suddenly, I didn't want to do this. I wanted to get dressed and flee; to run away and forget any of this had ever happened. I wanted to go home, back to my normal life as a wife and mother.But I couldn't. I couldn't and watched nervously, mesmerized as my son slowly and methodically began stroking his cock, keeping the head. A few bruises and scratches here and there, maybe ; but the overall effect of her hours of total exposure was to leave her looking very healthy indeed! Glowing was the operative word! The parts of her usually well covered body that had been bare from the very first hours of her adventure were somewhat red from the sun and the more intimate regions that had waited until late afternoon to be revealed to the world were scarcely even pink!For some reason, she regretted that parts of her were still.