"You're just horny, that's all. You need a lot more fucking than average. That's why I sent my darling Henry over to visit you. I know what a wonderfu...ly large cock he has. You see, darling, you're not the only mother who fucks her own son."Henry raised his hips, grimacing as he slid his enormous cock out of Patty's stretched, tender asshole with a lurid plopping sound. Then he stood in front of his mother, looking at her expectantly. Patty watched, almost unable to believe her eyes as Margaret. He looked at Eugene and said, “That’s the point. We do not answer his questions. He is supposed to answer our questions.”“But you said we can’t trust him,” Eugene complained. “He’s just a kid. What is he supposed to tell us anyway?”Glenn looked back at me and pushed against his bonds again. “We can’t trust him because we haven’t confirmed that he is a family member, much less the Lord of the Manor.”“That’s what you were trying to do before I filtered you out?”Glenn nodded.“Sorry,” I said. “I’ve. I was desperate to tell her that, not only did I know that I had seen her fucking my brother, but that it had turned me on more than anything I’d ever known. I was sure she regretted what had happened with him, and over and over I debated the idea of telling her that she had nothing to feel guilty about, that I had even done my best to ensure it had happened by pretending to fall asleep. In the end, as it had the potential to cause embarrassment within the family, I reluctantly decided it would. ”I sat next to her at the table secretly reveling in the warmth of her nearness, mesmerized at the light hair on her arms, the porcelain skin. She was a beautiful woman – tall, slender, and leggy. Her fingers were marvelously long, tipped with carefully manicured nails, her smile so wistful and gentle and welcoming. I felt a strong urge to rest my head on her bosom as she quietly told her story and listen to her heartbeat as her chest moved rhythmically with her breathing, swelling with swift.