When all the clothespins were on the floor he kicked them away and took another trip around, still looking me up and down. He stopped in front of me ...nd looked pointedly at my still erect and dripping cock. Then he looked me in the eyes, the visible part of his face was still impassive but his eyes were…hungry. I looked down submissively. I started when he reached out and slowly trailed both hands from my shoulders to my thighs then back up again, ignoring my futile squirming attempt to. "Steve closed his eyes and smiled contently. He felt like a god. His divine reverie was suddenly broken by a dark thought. "What are we going to tell Dad?" Cindy frowned at the thought of her husband, "I guess I’ll just have to tell him that the baby is his. I wish we could tell the world about our love but we can’t. We’ll be mother and son to the outside world but in private we’ll be lovers."Steve sat up and looked at his mother, "Cindy, would you ever consider divorcing Dad and marrying me?". I can feel his cock expand wider inside me. He is close to his orgasm and is taking me harder. It almost hurts it’s full of pain and pleasure and need and want and desire. I reach between my legs and begin to squeeze and caress his balls and he moans out. He is almost too loud and it scares me we’ll get caught. It sends a rush through me that teases me. It makes my pussy tingle deep inside where only the head of his cock can reach. With several quick hard thrusts more he growls out this time a. Not really I guess.“Are we naked?”It appears that way. It also means that we don’t have the book.“We don’t need it,” the girl says with a shrugs. “It was only to show what it looked like anyway. It’s the other one we needs and I have the feeling the owner of this place knows what it is.”Very inspiring and insightful. Although it would be an obvious assumption. Yet, I wonder if it’s our half that is needed.“Did Wasud bring us in?”I don’t know. I don’t even quite remember what happened. Did you.