“That feels really good but there’s more to your lesson. You liked me licking your cock. Would you lick me on my cunt.” We were Mom and son a...d crossing a threshhold to a new level of intimacy. Without asking he got on his knees, pushed up my house dress…”You’re not wearing panties,” he said. “I was hoping you would come home early and they would be in the way of your lesson,” I said.I scooted down on the chair opening myself to him. “Pet my legs and thighs,” I said and his hands knew. What do you think?’ I strolled around the room and made a few suggestions which, to my surprise she recorded in a note book she had been concealing in her bag. She was serious; she debated each suggestion with clarity and objected to some, concurred with others. She led me to another room of similar proportions. It was, she said, to be a conference room. More debate. Yet more followed as went through a series of rooms. I found myself stepping out onto another sun deck below that on which I had. I think she sensed this because at times she seemed to position herself so I could catch a glance or leave the bedroom or bathroom door cracked so I might catch a glimpse.So it was that one afternoon when we were alone in the house, that she went to her room, undressed, wrapped a towel around herself, and went to the bathroom for a shower. Once in the bathroom, I made my way to her room, found the panties she had just removed and ran to my room. I quickly removed my pants and underwear, held. “Hmm, I guess you’re right. And, of course it still could be Owen’s right?” said Harriet.Her friend sighed. “Yes, it could be. I guess it’s actually a fifty-fifty thing. But, I guess we’ll be seeing,” said Abigail.“For sure,” said Harriet.In spite of what she’d told Harriet, she was nervous. Telling her man that she was pregnant and that it might not be his was turning out to be more difficult than she’d originally thought it would be.She heard the back door open he close. He was home.“Hi,.