It demands attention. You may fight it, but your mind keeps returning to disturbing, very female, images: A well-filled sweater, a short skirt, or lon... smooth legs. If you fight further your thoughts turn to bouncing breasts, erect nipples, panties, long legs ending at a tight round ass, or a spread ready pussy. It is a hopeless resistance—you unzip your pants and slide them off. I tend to leave my briefs on. I slowly caress my hard shaft and balls through the cotton. I'll thumb through. Just a lot of yelling and the sort. I was relieved to see that we had the pool to ourselves. Warm water, indoors and peaceful. So I got in and joined my son. I swam over to him and he took me in his arms and said, "Mom isn't this nice?" And I replied it felt wonderful. I wrapped my legs around his and kissed him on the mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair. I asked, "What if somebody sees?" Ignoring my question he kissed me back and began feeling my breasts. He said, "Mom I like this. Jim and I love him to pieces. I’ve long wanted to tell the story of his conception because Michael has been my greatest achievement. Jim’s too, he says. Michael won’t find this story if I publish it here. Even if he does, it won’t hurt him to know how much his parents wanted to create him – and even to learn the erotic details of how and where we did it. We planned three weeks in Hawaii knowing I’d be ready toward the end of it. I’m very regular. When I ovulate there’s a feeling like a pinch. "The normal routine was to call the local police and have them detain her for a few hours. She would even mugged, fingerprinted and be submitted to STD tests. Since she hadn't actually done anything, they would hold her for a couple of hours, release her and tell her to get out of town. From what I had seen here she probably couldn't get out of town, she didn't have the money."Where are you staying?" I don't have a place yet." Have you had lunch?" No sir."Instead of taking her to my office the.