I had spent the afternoon with our nine-year-old Stan carving a jack o’lantern. He was out on the porch cleaning up the innards while I fretted in ...he kitchen. I was anxious, my stepdaughter Jenny was bringing a girlfriend home to eat with us. I was always nervous around her friends, the popular crowd. They were going to try on outfits together, to try to work up some plan for the costumes they were to wear for a Halloween night party. As I pulled my roast from the oven my husband Roger. You don't have to be naked for the scan to work but I kinda wanted to see what Michelle looked like under her clothing, I think we all have a bit of voyeur in us to why not take advantage when we have the chance? I found myself really nervous as I removed her clothes. She was so well built and totally gorgeous. So hard to believe that I might possibly look like her if all went as planned. I couldn't resist a bit of caressing and fondling of her perfect breasts, her long legs were perfect and. When I pulled her back, her eyes wandered a bit until they settled on my face. "Hellooo", she said."Hi there". I eased her head onto the table. "Hey, I missed a spot. Wouldn't want to neglect a nice spot like that". Since her rump was planted in my lap, I had a great view when I spread her legs. Down boy, I thought."I like this part", she said brightly."Somehow I thought you might". A light kiss on her navel triggered a giggling fit, the nature of which changed as my brush slipped between her. Think of pervy things to do.Kinky and naughty and wicked things. This was my chance to make my own porn. To have my own fantasies played out. Having a son fuck her mother was so hot. I wanted Michelle to be bred by her son. That would be so exciting. Just like I wanted my daughters bred by my husband. June and Dusk were well on their way to having that happen. I studied the number in the Albertsons' house moving around. That must be Tonya. What could I have her do? She could come over here and.