You can't fuck me! I'm not on the pill, or anything else, you may get me pregnant! I'm your very own birth mother. You just can't make your own mother...pregnant!"Instead of stopping her oldest son from fucking and impregnating her, her pleas only made Mark more excited and even more determined to fuck his beautiful young mother. The thought of making a baby in his own beautiful mother's belly made Mark's cock even harder than ever.Susan felt Mark's cock penetrate her pussy, and she gasped when. ........Ms. Greer arrived at the Ferguson home. She was dressed veryprofessionally in a knee length dark blue skirt and white blouse andwhite open toe pumps. She wore black horned rimmed glasses that wereinlayed with gemstones. A look that was rather out dated, yet somehowappealing to the eye.Dexter and his mother sat across the table from her as she wentthrough the official paper work of the decree reading each pagethoroughly and making notes in the margins."Can she really do this to me?". She was a bit shy but intentionally gave me a show. I understood the idea of looking but not touching, and I didn't want to scare her off. So, yes, I was confused.Looking around the booth I realized I would have to either brush past her or wait for her to exit to reach the only seat present. The booth was just big enough to fit the chair and the stand. If two people were comfortable with each other then it would be an intimate setting.Renée's idea was for me to make the moves and see how far I. So what it came down to was, what had he actually achieved in his life. What could he say that he alone had done, what was his his tiny marker here on earth. Sitting down with a scotch Harry looked at his life. Later in bed he discovered an awful loneliness engulfing him. As he lay there he saw with devastating clarity just what a stupid fool he’d been. He saw in hindsight what had been and what could have been. Tears ran down his face as for the first time in his life he actually felt.