‘Shut up,’ the man growled in Andrew’s voice. ‘Don’t fight me, and I won’t hurt you.’ A shiver ran down her spine. Suddenly, her pussy w...s getting wet, and she felt her nipples stiffening in his hands. Nothing and nobody turned her on more than Andrew, and that was the way it had been since she’d first entered puberty. She knew i****t was wrong, that what she and her b*****r secretly enjoyed here at the riverhouse was more than forbidden, it was i*****l, but none of that mattered. His mouth. She was dressed in a tight black skirt, a skirt that seemed short for my Mom. Her black stockings went well with the skirt, and her soft knit sweater was very tight as well. The tight sweater showed me that Mom still had a great set of breasts. She wore black stiletto heels--totally hot. I could feel my dick twitch in my pants. Here we go...I had oftened fantasized about having sex with my Mom. And here she was in my house, looking quite hot, I must admit, and we were both not involved in. Thanksgiving weekend was particularly special. Gail and Chris had asked us to meet them for a dinner in August in order to wish Gunner and Susan good luck before they went off to freshman orientation at Free Union. The real purpose, though, was to announce that they'd chosed the Saturday after Thanksgiving for their wedding date. Gail had Sue bawling when she asked her to be her maid of honor, and Karen was sniffling when Gail asked her to be her lone bridesmaid. Then Gail turned to me."Chris's. “Kosher, sir,” I reply in a quiet voice. That sets him off. Real bad. “What did I just tell the whole class and then ask of you?” he demands, his eyes flaming ferocity. Nerves work up in my stomach as I realize I haven’t paid the least bit attention to stupid science class. “I missed it, sir” I answer honestly, looking at the blackboard for some hint. It’s empty. “When an egg is fertilized…” I drown him out immediately, hating this lecture. Apparently today’s subject is reproduction, my least.