But, then I thought we could just have a quick drink at your spot.” “That’ll work,” she mused. “What do you have?” Corbin pulled out a one...liter bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin. “The good stuff,” Lana remarked. Corbin offered, “Yeah. My drink of choice. All the rest of that shit is just gasoline.” Lana laughed. “Do you mind if I grab some clothes to change in to from my car,” Corbin asked. Lana replied, “Not at all.” “You can go ahead and pour us up a drink.” “I don’t have any mixers.” “Here you. I’m not going anywhere until I know what the situation is.”I must have lost consciousness at that point because I don’t remember anything beyond her comment. When I awoke, I took stock of my surroundings. I was in a two bed room with another patient who was hidden behind a fabric screen. My head was bandaged, but I could still feel the impact of the bang it took. I looked down and saw a much larger lump under my left leg. I lifted the sheet and saw a very large bandage wrapped around some kind. In his room Jeff began stroking his cock as he relived every time his mother’s tits rubbed up against him and how passionate their kiss was that very evening. What the hell. What did he have to lose if he didn’t act now while they were both more vulnerable?Dressed in his boxer underwear, his ridged rod visible as it pressed against the fly, he entered his Mother’s bedroom. Ann was in the process of undressing. Her full tits hung down the pink areolas and ridged nipples contrasting with her lily. It was an 80’s themed night so there was a lot of dancing with actions and certainly singing out loud. I danced myself crazy enjoying this feeling of complete abandon. Suddenly there, there he was the object of all my affection James. He was right there in front of me. Dancing my way closer to him I decided to give him a show and jumped up on the little stage that was at the front of the dance floor. Busting my best moves I looked him in the eye and without an ounce of shame mouthed “I want to.