" Yeah, it's pretty rare," I admitted."A real Casanova, eh?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.I shrugged. "Say what you like about Casanova, he never lef...t a woman unsatisfied."She bit her lip, and gave me an appraising glance. She was interested. I pulled her out onto the dance floor. She had some good moves, but they were a little out of date. She'd been out of the game for a while, I figured. Still, she wasn't afraid to shake her tits or wiggle her ass, and she didn't pull away when I started. Fuck her so hard that all she'll think of at the sight of me is that I hold the power over whether she gets to fuck the cock she craves. YOUR cock, husband. Make her cum at the thought of bearing your children and cry at a refusal to bear your heirs. I just want you to bring her to her knees." She said as Jon smirked at the devious wife, bringing her close and kissing her lovingly."Very well, dear wife. And what do I get out of this for my efforts?" He asked as Sansa smirked."Apart from fucking. She'd been a member of the PTA, for God's sake!And yet there she was, down on her knees, covered with a face-full of her own son's cock juices.Maybe she had passed her enjoyment of such acts onto him, she thought. After her own experiences with her father, Michael's desire to do it could be ingrained in his DNA. She knew she couldn't blame him for wanting to do such an unspeakable thing to her. And she figured she shouldn't feel guilty about the fact that she'd let him do it. After all, it ran. " "Oh good, She replied, with that my mother rose up from the chair and moved to the dryer, got her bedding out folded it easy to carry and said to me "Come with me to my bedroom and help mummy change her bedding, babe, here carry these up for me."I took hold of the bedding and I followed her, we, mother and son were going upstairs, I was bringing up the rear and as my mother walked up the stairs slowly in front of me I held back a bit, and I looked up between her legs, OOOH, my mothers bottom.