" I can relate to that," Anne said quietly. "And from the way you are flushed, I get the sense that when you considered that you may be the object of ...our son's fantasies, it turned you on? Maybe he became an object of your fantasy life?"I was so embarrassed that all I could do was nod.Anne got up from her chair and came over to where I was standing. She gave me a sweet, gentle hug and said "Rachel, it's okay with me if you played with yourself while fantasizing about your son. He's a good. The acoustics of my overhang allow for a symphony of blissful moans, as though my imagined lover was just as pleased as I.Again and again, my fingers pull me close to climax, only to halt to a torturous stop. I beg my imagined lover for more, desperate to find release! A sharp burst of wind finds its way across me, nearly slapping me in the face, and I can feel the intensity building within me. Groaning loudly, my symphony of near-orgasm groans echo from the walls. I suddenly find myself on my. “Terry said you weren’t having a good night and wanted me to come out and cheer you up.” I said, not realizing at the time what was up. “That sounds real good sweetie” he answered and before I could even respond, I suddenly noticed that he had his pants unzipped and his cock was out.. As I looked down, I could see he was already hard. He took my hand and pulled it over to his erection. “Charlie, what are you doing/“ I asked, kinda shocked by his brashness. “Aw baby come on” he pleaded “Terry. I couldn't wait for him to get his hands on me.The doorbell rang and I opened it. I stood in front of him. He was six feet tall, stocky, and had tight-fitting trousers on that showed off his muscles. His smile said it all as he looked me up and down."I have been waiting for this for ages," he said, stepping foward. He placed his hand on my hip, leaned in, and kissed me hard sliding his hand down the smooth PVC dress to my arse, and squeezed. Still kissing and groping me he pushed me back into.