James: Okay, okay, but I know my spy-shit, trust me.Me: All right. Speak to you later.I eat lunch and spend the time in my room till evening. I also b...oked the restaurant I wanted to visit with Liza. Looks like everything is set for a great evening!Bella arrives early from work. I wonder if she has the nerves to come and ask for money. I hear footsteps coming from Bella’s room and a knock on my door. Of course, she has the nerve.Bella: Hey. Do you have the money?Fucking hell, does she lack any. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts upward, exposing the already hard nipples. My cock, which was hard from thinking about my mom, began to pulse like I was going to climax. I had to will it to stop or I would have surely wasted my spunk on the floor.“What do you think?” she asked.I looked down at my pulsing cock and then back up to my mother.“I can see that you like it,” she laughed. She walked over to me and straddled my legs, bringing her large breasts to my willing mouth. “Mmmm,” she. John was four years older, and when Will came along he became very jealous. Like most men, I could relate to a four-year-old easier than I could to a baby. I told myself that I was only compensating for the fact that Will got all his mother’s attention. It wasn’t true, of course, he was always my son, named after my father. As he grew up John was always what I called a real boy. He was in the school football team, the swimming team and he even ran for them, a real sports star, what father. It wasn’t a massive weight lifter’s chest, but it was toned with well defined pectorals. Christie didn’t need to voice her appreciation. The look on her face, the gleam in her eyes, told Danny what she saw. He tugged at her shirt and pulled it off, too. Underneath, she wore a pink lace bra that barely hid rosy gumdrop-sized nipples. He cupped one breast to brush his thumb across the nipple and looked up at her face. ‘What’s the matter, Danny?’ ‘I don’t want to do this wrong.’ ‘Do you love.