I bent down and rested my head on the pillow. I took the brush and put it deep as ever into my pussy with one thrust. I pulled it out slow and then th...rust it in hard again, slamming it against my g-spot. I let out a more lustful and deep moan than before, and I slid my free hand down in between my legs to my clit.I swirled my middle and ring finger quickly over my clit, ohhh fuck yes. And I fucked my pussy good with that brush. I could feel my pussy walls grasping the brush and I bit my lip in. Call it my moral convictions, my sanity - whatever you wish. So I again relaxed and silently gasped when I felt that it had gotten even larger in my very brief absence.A man, my son, would never get a hard on in the middle of the family picnic by his own middle-aged mother seated on his lap!Could he?It had to be simply the friction, it could have been a bag of books or a pail of lobsters that caused his penis to harden. God, I knew men - I had had been married to one for many years. And in. ..even his face was starting to look different...softer, moregirly, his cheekbones seemed higher, lips thicker....and was that a hintof make-up on his face??Dan grunted, with that now girly voice, as his nipples started to feelpainful..."hnnng, fuck...my....feels like...they're on fire" he moaned,rubbing them through his shirt. He couldn't stop his body from archingitself, falling to his knees, his nipples pulsating and "popping"outwards under his shirt "hhhnnng it hurts!!" he cried, a. In the end, it didn't matter. Icame massively, and with each spasm, my ass clenchedagainst his twitching cock, his cum cooling theirritated lining of my insides.I slipped into sleep easily for the first time sincewe had been back ... even though I was in the wet spot.***That's pretty much how it went for the rest of theyear. It was tough at times, and while Phil was muchnicer and didn't whip me with the belt anymore, hecould still warm my bottom and make me cry with hishand. One of the hardest.