John could see his mother was close to coming and he pushed her further, saying "After I toe fuck you, Mother, I'm going to put you over that chair an... spank you!"Susan's eyes flew open. She couldn't believe her ears. Her son wanted to spank her. She thought the idea was delightfully erotic but played the demure slut for her son."Why? What have I done?" she asked breathily. She was almost unable to speak, her climax approaching swiftly."Because, Mother. You are a cock-slut. An incestuous whore. It was one night. Well, fuck that!” Tears streamed down her face.He took her hands in his, then pulled her into an embrace, “I don’t deserve to hug you, but you need it Reina. Just let me hold you for a moment, then you can keep being as mad as you want at me.”She was exhausted, so she allowed herself to take what he was offering because he was right, she was emotionally drained and needed comfort. She pressed her face against her chest and let the tears come down like rain. He held on to her. Thankfully, the next thing to him was a wall, so what he saw was him only, so with that, I sat glued to my screen, looking intently, but watching him in my perifal vision.He was moving so uncomfortablely, that I decided, well I cant stop him if I dont know he is looking, so making sure no one else was aware of my state of undress, I eased open the second bottom button on my coat and it fell open revielling that I was naked up to my exposed hip.I was thinking he might try and slip his hand into. After having worked with Max Alexander's idea that innumerable pictures of girls in bikinis were absolutely necessary to the quarterly corporation, Henry was fairly certain of what the "entertainment" would consist of. In fact, he was flattered that the company president had taken the trouble to set up a version of the celebration just for him. After the accidental omission of Max's picture in the magazine, Henry had been certain that the boss would dream up some bizarre way to express his.