”My wife said, “Oh … too bad.”Chris looked flustered, “Well … I mean … I can go … I mean … I don’t always need them. Like … we c...uld … I’m … okay to … now.”“Are you hard now?” My wife asked.Chris nodded, holding his crotch.“Let me see,” My wife said.Chris undid his pants and pulled his prick out. It was indeed hard.“Well,” My wife said, smirking, “Would you look at that.” She reached and took hold of Chris’ prick.Chris took a clumsy step towards her. He lifted the hem of his t-shirt and watched. . . it . . . thoroughly. You know what I mean.” She actually blushed.“So you can masturbate, I understand. But mom, think how much more you would ‘enjoy’ the story if I, your own son, played with you as you became aroused, and who better to masturbate you to an orgasm as you read a story by both your favorite erotic author and favorite erotic artist, about the subject of mother/son incest? Who better to get you off than the author himself? Why not have some fun right here, right now, with. Chic climbed off my face as I lay there breathing heavy, what a party this had been, I jumped in the shower again watched by chic, she was patiently waiting for her turn, as I got out of the shower and put on my boxers she said “can we go to bed now, please take me and fuck me?” how could I refuse such a request,We made our way through the mangle of bodies, Anna and Helena had gone, Hans was just lining up Valentine to finish what he started, the 2 German girls were drinking beer and waiting. I began to feelsleepy and like I was on clouds kinda like oxy but but better and strongerbut without the warm sleepy rush of oxy.Another nurse came and told Leslie that the doctor said to wheel me intothe OR and get me sedated then he will be in a few. By this point I wasreally out of it and like said "did I sign the cahnshent foams?" Lesliesaid "yes sweetie everything is signed and we are all set to make you evenprettier!" Bobby kissed my forehead and said get ready for some sleepsweet.