How cold I get wet by my son . I couldn’t believe it . I wanted to run to his room , rip off his cloth and fuck like a maniac right then . But I dec...ded to think about this for a while . I had to take care of me many times in only few hours . I was surprised to see him during supper . I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful man he has turned into . “ Theres no way He would think of me that way ” – I said to myself . “ Why don’t u ask him then . After all that has happened wahts the problem ?”. "Nothing wrong with that," said Helen sternly adding with a smile, "although I prefer to be called a bluestocking." What's your subject," asked Annette, "because I don't remember you ever teaching at school." No," said Helen sadly. "The further up the teaching ladder you go the less teaching you do. English literature. I got a doctorate actually," she added shyly."Wow!" said Annette. "You know, if I hadn't caught the bird bug I might well have done that. It's all Richard's fault. He got me. ?Oh, I’ve got to run, now,? Martha said. ?I’ll be back for lunch. Bye.? Martha went out through the front door and I turned to Cindy. She was looking at the girls roasting. I never tire of watching a girl being cooked and I envy each one I see. ?Have you ever seen girls being cooked up close?? I asked of Cindy. ?At some picnics,? she said. ?But I’ve wondered about this kind of oven. I’d like to see it up closer.? ?Do you see those fans blowing down on the girl’s. His cum was leaking from my pussy, a large puddle building under my ass. "I never dreamt .... you know mom". I reached over and turned on the light. The grin on Dan's face was huge, spreading from one ear to the other. "I can't believe I just fuc.... you know put my cock in your cun.... erm in your puss.... em vagina" his lack of maturity and experience with girls showed. He jumped up on the bed bouncing around and pumping his arms in the air, the dawning of the loss of his virginity had.