" I asked kneeling in front of him."That pansy of a Grandson, Steven. Got him in the next room. Terrified of me he is. Think he's not interested in wo...men, know what I mean." His face got very serious. "Think he'd prefer the Navy to the Army, if you get my drift. Well your job is to save him. Bring him around to our side." He smiled. "Think you can handle that?" What does he feel about it?" Damn pansy will do as he's told. Don't worry about that, girl!"I searched for the words. I didn't want to. She looked at her son. Her son resembled her late husband, who died when Damon was only 9. In fact, all his friends were very similar to him. They all shared the same hair and eye color (brown). But they were all skinny, compared to her fit slim body.She heard her son telling his own friends.Damon:Hey guys, let's tell ghost stories.Sam:Good idea.The five boys sat cross-legged in a circle, on the living room floor.Damon:Who wants to go first?The boy called Pete put his hand up.Pete:I know a good. I reached up to fondle her breasts, my fingers circling her hard nipples. Carefully taking each one between my thumb and forefinger, I pinched them, hard. Mom gave a gasp of pain or pleasure, I wasn't certain which -- probably both. I slowly bent down and kissed, then licked, each swollen nipple. I felt her shiver. The temptation was there to take her, right there and then -- but I wasn't done with Mom's punishment yet. I had to know that she was truly purged of guilt. Also, truth be told,. In fact, when she saw my image in large view, and was able to see herself and her husband on small view, she became quite excited. They started with some disrobing, but I intervened and suggested disrobing be accompanied by kissing and fondling. It was almost instantaneous, when I suggested they imaging they're alone in their bedroom - and I was a voyeur looking through the window. That made it even more exciting. Some serious lovemaking commenced, as spit was swapped and buttons began to fly.