He'll begin thinking like a girl too."The next morning, Joe complained to Karen that his chest had been rather sore lately and that his cotton T shirt... were irritating him. Karen figured out a solution right away. "Here, honey, put on this camisole under your T shirt and that should keep the rubbing to a minimum." "Don't you think that this is pretty slinky for a guy to be wearing to work, even under his T shirt?" "Not if his nipples are tender, she said, and I can't think of any other. We continued to have sex in the beginning. It was obvious she was doing everything in her power to not enjoy it. She would just lay there as she allowed me to use her pussy as a sperm receptacle. After a couple of those sessions and I gave up entirely.She was the dutiful wife and mother. Full meals were prepared three times a day. The house was kept germ-free, clean and tidy. She shuttled our son around to all his events. She was the perfect robot; actually robots would probably be programmed. "Yes Joey, yes!" my stepmother groaned as I played with her tits."Do you like my tits?" she asked"I love them!" I groaned.So then my stepmother got me to climb off of her for a moment, before she rolled completely over onto her back, and lying back, she opened her legs wide and begged me to carry on.I quickly moved between her open legs, and happily slipped my hard cock back inside her wet bald pussy, before I started to fuck her again, and then she held up her big round boobs for me."Suck my. "How could you even think of giving me your lover," she asked."I'm not giving you my lover," Lynn smiled, "but I will share. Would it bother you if you knew he was also making love to me?" Of course not," Anne answered without thinking and then smiled and shook her head as Lynn said nothing but raised her eyebrows. "Okay, okay, I can see me doing it, but I still don't understand how you could." He's my son as well as my lover and I want him happy," she said with a shrug. "You are my friend and.