But she knew, she guessed that it was natural to be curious and to snoop. She laughed at how poorly they had hidden things away. She saw that they had...found her collection of dildos and shrugged it off- “oh well, its not the end of the world, they’ll know about that sooner or later” Jennifer thought. But she didn’t realize how deeply that her son Jon had been thinking, and fantasizing about her dildo’s and her.Jennifer had assumed it was a innocent curiosity, albiet a little bit of a dirty. Soon it drifted into having anal sex for the first and perhaps the only time. Of the gallons of his seed poured into her over the past eight months, Emma wondered why she never got pregnant. Like her mother, Laura, Emma wanted children. She felt that a woman's true function in life were to find the man she desired, marry him, and bear him children.The man's main purpose was to work to provide for his family, love his wife, and to protect and help raise the children in a stable manner. Emma. I quickly moved my hand back to the shaft of my clit, finding that sweet spot, rhythmically rubbing back and forth as my fantasies became more diffuse, Just hands touching me; hot hard cock near me, waiting to fuck me, seeing my flesh shake as my fingers rubbed faster and faster. I heard imaginary words of encouragement, egging me on, “don’t stop, that’s a good girl, feels so good baby” My other hand began to pull at my nipples harder and harder, “Rub that pussy, babe. Fuck yea,” my hand. It was several weeks since she had met one of her "colleagues" for sex and she'd got bored with our usual sexual routine so I knew she was up for a little variety. I noticed her eying up a bunch of black guys who'd sat down at the other end of the bar and as I turned to look at them it was obvious they were looking her over too. When I went to get her another drink they made some crude remarks like "how much to fuck your bitch man?" which I ignored. She drank her brandy and coke all the time.