My hand gently cupped her nipple, feeling it swell unknowingly in response to some deep dreamed touch. I responded unconsciously, hardening as I dream...of her. My hands moved in sleep as they would awake, seeking her, needing her. Images of her passed through my dream, glowing in her beauty. She dances through a fog, green silk trailing behind. Her hands outstretched, beckoning me. In wisps of dreamy fog, we came together, lips seeking lips, tongues seeking tongues. The silk slipped gently from. .. okay. That's not too bad, I suppose..." I grudgingly admitted."No, mother... I don't think you've quite got this, have you? We don't want you to tell us about sex, we want you to show us." But... isn't that what it seems I've been doing for awhile - showing you all about sex?" No you old tart! Not showing - doing! We want to have sex with you." But... but I'm your mother! We can't!" Why not?" Well... for a start, i's illegal. It's called incest" Illegal or not, that's want we want... or else. He had cellies who gave him oral, but never let him fuck. Finding out about me was the best thing. He pointed to a top less picture of a hot young girl with big pear shaped tits and the close of ass shot saying it was her. That he brought pics from me to blend hers in with their. Of course I kept quiet but it hit me than that when he was fucking me he was looking at her. I asked if his first Latino was okay. He said it was better than the black guy and even cleaner than his sister and. I can tell you one thing without hesitation, celebrities cum just as loud as normal people. I got dressed and made my way to the lobby and slipped outside with as much stealth as I could manage. I walked the dozen or so blocks home and saw my mother waiting for me. "Where were you Cameron?" she asked. "I was out with Ben, why?" I asked. "Oh really then why did Ben say he hadn't seen you?" She said with her arms crossed. "I had to call Missy Cameron. To ask if she knew where you were. He.