Well, if he wanted her dressed in slinky gowns, he could buy the slinky gowns. She was already buying pills and extra underwear.He seemed to have alre...ady bought her a robe. Still, it hadn’t seemed all that indecent; surely it was less indecent than the costume she had ended up wearing, which was her skin. She should check out that robe next time. She still had a robe and a nightgown there already. If she wore the robe he provided, she could bring the robe back to her apartment. She had one here. She tried to divert her facial expression by dropping her head."You must understand it's not you," I clarified. "Should anyone in the office find out..." I haven't told anyone. I was too ashamed," she admitted. "I just thought you found me attractive." I do."I stood from my seat in order to embrace her. She leaned in to accept me, resting her tear soaked cheek upon my shoulder. I felt her body relax within my arms as I moved my hands across her back in soft caresses. After a few more. Me thrusting down as Mum's hips rose. Her hands pulled me tightly into her with each stroke. I could barely believe it. I was really fucking my Mother. Yes! Fucking!Then, as if she suddenly woke from a dream and realized what was happening, she cried, "OH MY GOD! WHAT AM I DOING?" A pause, as if to comprehend the situation, then, "I'M BEING FUCKED! MY SON'S COCK IS IN ME! OH GOD! I'M BEING FUCKED! OH GOD HE'S FUCKING ME! IT'S NOT A DREAM! MY BABY BOY IS FUCKING ME!"But she didn't push me away.. ”He laughs. "Down boy, all in good time."We order and conduct conversational intercourse as we eat.His name is Ben North, he's forty-five, married and has three girls. Twins in grade school, and the oldest is seventeen and graduates next year. He is the office manager for a nationwide catalogue order firm and gives me his business card. He supervises a staff of seventy-five, who take orders on the telephone. Their office is located in the suburbs and he’s been in town buying supplies. He gets.