“You’ll have to do, Carol. Indian sex It felt wonderful and sexy to have her son thus, caressing him between her feminine, long-boned fingers. For a moment it was as if they would both laugh at the absurdity of the situation. your son…yours forever…”
Had such a shattering orgasm left her in a state of feverish hallucination? She had caressed herself no more than a dozen times when the most intense orgasm ripped through her. “I think we just ought to get on with it,” she said as she turned to go out to the airing cupboard. She was worried only for him, how he would handle it. She put red lipstick on. Slightly musty, but it would have to do. “I think we just ought to get on with it,” she said as she turned to go out to the airing cupboard. It was a delicate situation. She could hear her heart beating in her ears and feel the warmth in her swelling breast, part maternal, part lustful. “I see you’ve come prepared.”
“For the worst case scenario. Yet being too cool about it, too mechanical, might be just as bad. Go for it girl, opportunities like this didn’t come along too often in a lifetime.
