We want to get the mirror in my room.”“Huh ... ok ... ok. I’m up. Go down and get some breakfast and I’ll be down.”The girls hurried downsta...rs. Tom looked at his clock. “7:30 am? You have got to be kidding.” Tom got up and got dressed. Looking himself in the mirror, wondering if last night was a dream, he half hardily said “Tom? Are you there?”Immediately his image spoke “Yes Tom, it’s me. You look a little startled.”“Oh ... still trying to wrap my mind around this, I guess it is all. . ?" There must be a first time and who better than someone you trust, someone who will never disappoint you." But ... I just couldn't!" Very well," sighed the count starting to walk away. "Then learn to be content with your life the way it is." Wait! Do ... do you really think she would... ?" Of course. Every son at some point wishes to bed down his mother and every mother has identical feelings. Most don't because they are frightened. You are frightened, Andre. Frightened of virtually. Friday evening meal was a quiet affair, with simple farm fare, but mom’s cooking was, as always, wonderful. I think that if all we had to eat was a pair of old leather boots, mom could make them taste good. Saturday was chores day for me, and I had the great pleasure of mucking out the horse stalls. Dad was tinkering with the old 1946 International Harvester tractor he had, and got it running, belching out black diesel smoke. I had been thinking of Mark while I was cleaning out the stalls, when. She bent forward and tongue kissed him then slid her cunt back to his mouth and let him suck the cum out of her well fucked hole. He was sucking and licking her to get the taste of their cum and clean every drop out of her.She then slid back to his cock and did this same thing two more times. She then put another tablet on his tongue to melt and filled her syringe again and injected the liquid in to his slit on the head of his cock. She watched his cock swell and get hard again and as she let.