Backstage wasn't the glitz and glamour of the front, the velvet of thestage giving way to cracked wood and changing rooms. One changing roomin partic...lar was calling to Melony. The placard said Jenny Peacock,but that wasn't all. As Melony watched, her name seemed to fade intoexistance, right under Jenny's. A look of perplexion appeared on herface, as she knocked twice."C'mon in, sugar."The room wasn't big, or particularly nice. There was a cot in thecorner, a pin-up of Jenny over it. The. Slowly I stopped feeling guilty over being turned on by my son's touch. My guilt turned to regret, regret that he didn't seem to enjoy touching my body. Little did I suspect that he was controlling himself because he knew that I was in pain. I was planning to tell him that I was ready to get out of bed and resume caring for myself when he showed me just how much I turned him on.Billy had always came to me just before he went to sleep for the night to give me a final massage. Massages with the. Didn't think you'd be back quite so soon."She just stood there, her eyes, black as her hair, boring holes into him. If anything, her frown deepened, something Nilsen would have wagered couldn't have happened.Neither of them said anything for a moment or two. Demeter coughed softly and said to nobody in particular, "I think I'll go see what Sara's up to, if you don't mind. Mistress Makro, it's good to see you. Nil, later." With that he turned and without actually running, beat a hasty. Your mother is a knock out and you should feel lucky to be able to see a fine body like hers. I know I feel special. He took his cock out of her mouth and climbed of the sofa. Standing between her legs looking at her pussy he was stroking his dick. For such a young k** his dick was impressive. It looked to be all of 6 and 1/2 inches long and almost as fat as mine. Thank God I had him beat in size. Mine was nearly 8 and 1/2 inches long. Let me take her panties of, the k** said. No. Not yet, I.