This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over a... my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little. His hands moved with my skirt.. With all that's going on in my life right now, I'm surprised I have made it this far. Just the other day my sister called me telling me her husband hit her. I suppose this is my body's way of reacting to such a stressful life,” my mother suggested sadly. “Exactly what I thought,” the doctor said suddenly. “That's why I have come up with a new treatment,” he told my mother. My mother's eyes lit up in eager anticipation to what this treatment might be. “I have to warn you though. This treatment. Her tail spasmed, the fuzzy end brushing my breasts, caressing my nipples, batting the necklace and sending it swinging between my tits. “Oh, Master, she needs it. Fuck your sister, please! Give her what she needs.”“Always,” Sven grunted.He thrust.Rapture shot through my body as our flesh united. We came from the same womb. My pussy clamped down on his incestuous shaft. My eyes fluttered as I savored him filling me. His balls smacked into my clit, his crotch slapping my ass. I wiggled, his. I was so excited when we got to your place that I thought I was going to make love to you for the rest of the weekend.” “Actually, baby,” I said, “You did make love to me the rest of the weekend.” “Yes we did,” you said with a big smile. “You, darling, have been a wonder to me ever since. You have never grown tired of me and as best I can tell, have never not wanted me.” I took your hand and squeezed it so that you looked down at me. “You just don’t listen to me, do you? I’ve told you a hundred.