My feelings for Dad and my conscience were preying on me, giving me a strong guilt feeling, but I was so horny from wanting her that even a threat wit... a shotgun probably would not have stopped me trying to get in her pants. I ran through all the mother/son incest stories on the net that I could remember but could not come up with an idea that might work. My best approach seemed to be to carry on as I had been, taking every chance to caress and sweet-talk her, in the hope that the pressure. On the other hand, that problem was pretty much moot, since we already were sleeping together. That would probably be discriminating enough for some people.Of course the inevitable day came when the pressure just became too much and once I had a naked girl pressed against me, I knew that there was no way of backing up ... not that I would have wanted to. I could tell that she was nervous, and I did my best to take it slowly. I teased her, I touched all her erogenous areas with varying pressure.. ” She stomps angrily out of the room, leaving Roger unable to reply and alone with his thoughts.“Agent Reeds,” Prime Minister Alexander Chernoff says as he paces in front of the man.Spencer hangs from a set of chains against the back wall of a large, open cave. He slowly comes to, his thoughts piecing together the last moment that he remembers. He has no idea how much time has passed, but considering that he only has a headache, it couldn’t have been much or else he is certain they would have. With all this dirty talk going around, my wife was constant as a bitch in heat. I wanted her to be a loose slut. Every time we fucked, I got her to call herself a whore. We fucked so much over this shit that she actually started referring to herself as a whore even when we weren't fucking. I started to see the change.We vacationed back home where my friend had just gotten into an apartment. I couldn't wait to let my friend use the fuck out of my little wife. As we walked up to my friend Jake's.