Dean Winchester," she joked, referring to my costume."Doncha wanna have some fun with me?" I slurred."Hahahah...man, you're worse than I thought you w...re." I...really think your fucking so hot," Tom...just go to sleep."She turned and walked out the door without another word spoken and I rolled' over onto my stomach right arm hanging over the side of the bed and within seconds I was out cold.I woke sometime later to the feeling of the mattress pushing down as though someone were climbing into. I realized that I had rather enjoyed the experience of working on the wine beside her. I also sensed there was something beyond innocence between us. Something I had never considered before that day. A few days later as I strode into the dining room to head to the kitchen to make myself some tea, I noticed her in a very seductive pose. She was reading the paper; the paper was spread out on the table. She was standing; bending over the paper with her elbows pinned on the table while her fingers. She did not have any underwear on.“But…but you’re my mom” Neal stuttered.“So…she is your aunt too…show me or I’ll cut it off”. She grabbed his cock and twisted it.Lisa laid down, spread her legs, as she pulled Neal towards her.Sure enough…Neal started jack hammering into her.Just like Art…she ended up on top of her son’s face…with a smirk across her face I wanted to wipe off with a brick.She fucking enjoyed fucking her son…and now that it was done…Neal was going to be at her beck and call.Could. How, oh how could she turn this around, she asked herself. There must be a way. She searched for her purse to search for her other phone but it was nowhere to be found and that sent her into another rage and bout of self-loathing. She had no landline and no choice but to call Joel on the illicit cell phone. She called and she called. He ignored her calls, ignored her messages, ignored her texts and every turn of the back to her plight sent her shivering into a dark valley of fear and loathing..