He’s sixteen and he has a hard-on. Not surprising really. I’m naked and I’m female, which is enough to give any sixteen-year-old man a stiffy. W...at’s more, I’m his mother. He has a hard-on for his mother.” She reached out with her right hand and gently stroked my cock. Gold nail varnish this time. “Mmmm ... nice and hard for Mommy.” Her idea was to emphasize the incestuous side of things to sell us to sponsors as a couple.“Mommy’s getting hard as well. Stroking my son’s cock is making my. “Good Morning mum.”Mum looked up. “Good Morning. Did you sleep well? Come sit down have some breakfast. Then we have to go to see Father Petrou before we go to Mrs Taylor.”“Jesus Christ mum do we need to go to church this early?”“Don’t you speak like that about the Lord. Father Petrou last night said he wants to see you.”I sat down to have breakfast. Mum just sat there with her cup of tea. “Have something to eat mum.”“Don’t worry about me son. I had breakfast with your father before he left for. I had to come up with a plan.I realized that the only way that I could get my sons sperm up my ass was for him to put it there for me. But how to do that without his knowing? I hit on an idea. My sons "phone friend" had a moral dilemma. She had been "snooping" she found out that her mom had a friend. Might be a married friend, who wanted to cheat on her husband. But didn't know how, so on some Saturday's she would rent a room at the local Super 8. She would strip naked, or wear something. As surely as I must have air to live, I must have you. You will be mine.”Marguerite stared at him in shock. She now realized how dangerous this man truly was. She stood. “I-I must go,” she stammered.Jacques stood and closed the distance between them, taking her hands in his and looking down in her eyes. “I have to see you again. You have bedeviled me, and I cannot stand to be away from you.”Marguerite tried to pull herself free. “Please, let me go. I need to go back to my husband.”“Look in my.