Peggy stared silently, her mouth gaping. She knew her sister-in-law had an extremely strong sex drive but she never expected her to go as far as fucki...g her own son.The thought of it excited her slightly. It was taboo and perverse and as she sat there, listening to Kay, her imagination began to draw vivid images of them coupled in an incestuous heap of lustful gyrations. Unknown to Peggy, her own sex was beginning to warm and lubricate."He is a good looking boy, Kay", she admitted, trying to be. "That sounds stupid" she said sceptically "but you are looking very wellput together for someone was a boy less than 24 hours ago. I'll give ita try." She closed her eyes and a moment later she said, "Bloody hell,it worked. I live at Vicarage Drive, number 8." Let's go then," I said. "That's about 20 minutes drive from here, giveyou time to prepare to meet your future husband."I fought through her skirts, put the car into gear and set off.As we were driving there I told her about Michael. He. Charlie looked up at me with tears in his eyes as he tightened his grip on the knife.“I didn’t want to do this….I swear…I didn’t…I…I…” was saying Charlie before I took his hands off the knife, and embraced him.Charlie returned the embrace as he cried into my shoulder.“I swear….I didn’t…I didn’t want to” he said again.“I know you didn’t, so don’t worry, it’s all going to be okay” I said as I caressed his soft hair. “It’s going to be okay” I repeated.“Please Eric…get me as far away from here as. Other times she did it in a flurry with a fast wank, cum shooting up and out, aiming it at him so it messed his shirt or, better still, hit him in the face. She'd leave him there, messy, spent, limp and drained. Smirking at him for being so feeble and reliant on her for the simple sexual gratification of a topless handjob. This time it was fast. Her hand was a blur as she teased him about his lack of size and how a real man with a real cock would never settle for a handjob. They'd be fucking.