She wanted to smile in a friendly, relaxed way, but her jaw was set firm and grim by her troubled mind. XXNX His stomach cramps were getting worse by the hour, his thoughts becoming ever more salacious. He’d long to put his hand on his cock, so that physical stimulation matched mental. Soft black hairs, like sable, gave his legs a virile look. She was wearing an old pair of jeans, faded and threadbare at the knees. What if mother and son both enjoyed it equally, with no feelings of guilt and shame to spoil things? He had to submit to her touches, her accidental brushes and caresses of his genitals, and knowing all the time that her eyes were seeing his most private of possessions. Carol peered over the top of her cup at her son, lying there on the top of the covers in
