" For real? You mean it's permanent and won't come off?" Nope!" Let me see!" I didn't really realize I was suddenly face to pussy, or nearly so with H...lly's cunny mere inches away from my face. "It's a butterfly!" I stated as though she didn't already know that."You are correct," she said sarcastically, which is about the time I did realize I was hovering so close to her, and inched back a ways."Wow, you're brave," I stated. "What did your mother say?" She doesn't even know I have one," Holly. They would probably be beaten senseless. Oh! God it is our last day of happiness. Grounded for the next ten years. Dis-owned for life or something. What happened next surprised all four in the sexually charged motel room. Dad looked at mom, dropped his towel exposing his swollen cock gripped in his hand and gently tugged mom’s towel off revealing her hand touching her wet pussy. He then shocked us all and said, looking into mom’s eyes for her approval, “Mind if we join you two?” I looked. For the next few weeks she ignored me and I did not know why. She also stopped logging onto the Internet. One day as I was logging onto the chat site, I found her on the Internet again. I asked her where she had been and why she had not logged on for a long time. She told me that she had taken some time off to get her head together and try to make sense of her sexual obsession for her son. She then started asking me personal questions about whether I really wanted to fuck my own mother. She. My answer was simple "You'll see.". Shortly after that I said "Roger, lets dance.". And I go to the floor pulling him along. It was slow dancing. At this time in my life I had not had any sex or anything close to it in months. So slow dancing was about the only way I would feel a man. My friends knew instantly what I was up to. I could hug, clutch and grind them. Big man, little girl always works for me. Just swaying to the music with my head nestled against his chest and delivering a.