Mrs Carver looked down at her son’s genitals as if seeing them for the first time. Michael’s penis and testicles were surrounded by only a modest ...own of fair hair that only served to emphasise their immaturity.“It’s perfectly normal for a man’s bits to shrink under stress. Besides there is a draught from the kitchen door. That won’t help.”The top two buttons of Trisha Carver’s jade silk pyjamas were undone. As Michael stared at his mother’s cleavage, taking in the curve of her 34B breasts,. She went to the bedroom and I started the hot tub and got us some drinks. It was a naked Wendy that was already pulling my pants down before I had even put the tray of drinks down. She let me sit before she sat on my lap. ‘Ok, what’s on your mind?’ ‘What makes you think I have something on my mind?’ ‘Because I’m naked and sat on your lap and you’re not hard. I’m glad I know you all too well or you would have put a real dent in my ego.’ Although we both giggled at her remark I knew Wendy meant. I want to feel your sperm spewing against my womb’s opening. Every time that happens, a sense of satisfaction comes over me. It is almost as if getting pregnant is a mission that I want to complete successfully, and as soon as possible. That makes no sense to me, but that’s the way I feel.“Doesn’t it seem odd to you that you are so cooperative, Jeb? I don’t mean it in an egotistical way, but I know I’m a beautiful woman. Many men and a few women have said that to me. I rather imagine that most. A tongue traces the outline of my lips, dips inside, slides across mine. I try so hard to move away. Then I hear the laughter."I think she likes you," one of the men say."Yeah, she must. She's not trying to bite you like the last one did."Last one? They'd done this before? I searched my memory for news stories of raped and murdered women. But nothing penetrated the fog that panic was holding over me. The lips twist on mine and I feel a funny flutter in my stomach. The man's breath is minty,.