he turned to me and pulled of his shirt… I felt sad for him, how could I make him feel so bad. Indian sex My mouth opened, my jaw dropped as I looked at the pictures. I sat down beside him. “But it’s easier for you,” he said, “you don’t get a boner, and people can’t see when you’re… It was not fucking, it was not sucking, but it was the single most erotic moment in my life. I thought I had him… It was like a slap in the face. I felt sad for him, how could I make him feel so bad. I guess you could say that was my baptism by fire. Oh my god was this wonderful. I want to be there.”
“Karen, slow down, please, I have just gotten my own head around one problem. I had fucked my brother and now I had sucked my son. I was full and I wanted this again, and again. . . . . . … What was I thinking? He was watching the TV. What he saw on the tape was me, his own mother.
