That strange tingle of pleasure…upon hearing my son’s words…a certain spark seemed to erupt inside my body. When my son knelt between my legs…he was a little bit apprehensive. “You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable….it’s just…I’m not sure I want to hear about my parents sex life.”
I quickly heard myself say, “Or lack thereof.” With those words spoken, I offered my son a weak smile. I heard my son give a snort and then say through a mouthful of brownies, “Sucked as usual. I just wanted to hear the truth. I wanted my son to make the move on his own. He reached around and squeezed and pinched my sagging breasts. In record time, my pussy adapted to my son’s size…my first incestuous orgasm faded; I began to meet his thrusts. The phone line was dead.
