I walked briskly to the bed, sitting beside her. I reached to her, caressing her cheek."Mom, it's ok," whispered softly. I let my forearm rest on her ...ight breast as I stroked her cheek. She had tear streaked cheeks. "You've been crying," I stated. I wiped away the streaks from both cheeks."I should not want you," she stated matter-of-factly. "It is so, so wrong," she stated with measured tone. "But," her voice trailed. "I need you so badly," she whispered, pulling my hand to her cheek, kissing. When he rested his palms on her thighs, his fingertips just touching the thick hair of her cunt, Joan began to sob softly."Please don't cry, Mom," she heard her son say."I'm not crying, darling," she replied, her voice quivering."I heard you," Ted insisted."If I'm crying, it's because I'm so happy!"She fell forward, hugging her son against her tits tightly, cupping his chin and smearing kisses about his face. His cock throbbed inside her cunt, and Joan felt her pussy respond by gripping it. "He got cold feet. At least he called. Then he called late the same night and we had another session on the phone. Afterwards he promised to show up the next day. Letting the string out to pull him in, I told him I couldn't. I stalled him until Thursday figuring he would be full of semen by then. At first he told me he had plans, but eagerness won out, and he decided it would be perfect. Boy's night out, he would join them for a little while and feign sickness. I told him to be honest. Men. It’s all about limits. If you can find someone’s limits then with enough time and effort, you can move them. I’d discovered (totally by accident) that if you set up a hypothetical that tests the very edge of a limit, that thin line where their answer could go either way, where they want to say yes but feel like that have to say no... They wake up. And they accept the hypothetical as reality.If you can find someone’s limits, you can alter their very memories. And what are we, if not a collection.