I turned the handle and we entered.It was already surprisingly warm inside. The fire was blazing in the fireplace. I slowly let Danny slide down my ...ack to stand on his one good foot, still hanging onto my neck. I turned slowly, his arms continuing to hold onto my neck. He placed his arms around my back and hugged me fiercely."Thank You Jack, Thank You"! He choked up a bit. "Are you alright? Did I hurt your back? Was I too heavy?" I laughed. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me. Wait a. Fuck the vagina through which I brought you to this world..yes yes yes...aahhhhhh fuuuccckkkkkkkkk!"I came so hard that I was practically bouncing on my bed. I couldn't stop coming. This isn't the first time I have done this though. A single mother needs her release. And what's better than thinking of your own son while fucking yourself?My son Timothee was a MAN. At the tender age of 20, he was almost 6 feet and 170 pounds with a body of a Greek god. He was a hunk. A fucking masterpiece I gave. # Son accepted to photo schoolGrowing up with a single mom was not the most fun role in the world for Jason, but he took advantage of all the opportunities that school presented him. He had always been very interested in photography and had been encouraged by his mothers closer friends who had access to photo labs and equipment to keep him active.In his second year of high school Jason was accepted to the Chicago Art Institute for his black and white photography and artistic nudes work.# Photo. She wondered if their darker tint would show through the yellow fabric. And they seemed to harden at the slightest provocation."Now the skirt." She put it on. It was a black leather skirt she had bought mostly as a tease intended for the bedroom. It was open sided, showing her hips, with laces connecting the pieces. It was advertised as a micro-mini, and it wasn't false advertising. It covered her buns, at least. It did, in any case, complement nicely the golden yellow of her top."Okay, smile.