"I don't know," I lied, "but don't forget, she's studying and going to college nights to get her RN."She lay quietly for a while, stroking my face and...arm. It was the closest physical contact we'd had for years and I felt so much love, I fought back an urge to cry. "Do you think Jennifer is a lesbian?" There, I just decided to put it out there."I'm not sure," she said. "I guess I was wondering that myself." What if she is?" I asked. "Does that change anything?" It might," she said. "In what. I visualized her teeth changing to fangs and her, normal neatly groomed hair, was beginning to curl and twist in a tangled mass. The soft, warm look was slowly becoming wrinkled, rough, and her outline, irregular. The smile was slowly changing to a deep scowl. I closed my eyes but this vision remained stuck in my head.The vision quickly disappeared when she spoke, causing me to look up and see her standing at the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel, her wet hair clinging to her head."I'm sorry,". I got up and went over to his chair to pour him another drink, enjoying the feeling of him looking down and into my blouse at my little perky tits. I went back to the stool and sat with both of my feet on the floor, but with my legs spread much wider this time. I could see the glint of desire in his eyes as he stared every now and then directly at my crotch. After we’d been chatting for about twenty minutes, I felt the effects of the wine and his unabashed attention, and decided it was time to. After stacking the folded clothes, I placed the book on top and carried the pile to my room.Race sat naked on my bed. “You forgot something, Mommy.”To avoid yet another argument and bruises, I sucked my son’s cock until he poured hot, sticky goo into my stomach. For dinner I made a vegetarian main dish with broiled fish as a side entree. Race ate happily. By bedtime, the flavor of my son’s spurting cum had much improved. He thanked me for being his mommy fuck face and went to bed.I read myself.