Her toes curled inside the nylon of her stockings and her fingers were digging into the flesh of her son’s shoulders and back. Thick drops of vagina...l froth oozed into the crack of her ass, pleasurably tickling her butt hole as it passed.“You like this don’t ya, mom? You like having your own son, your own flesh and blood fucking the piss outta you. Maybe dad should be taking pictures for the family album so we can savor this moment for all time. Tell my future k**s, your grandk**s about it.. But as Andy... Yes, _Andy_ watched, the phone changed color, shifting fromblack to eggshell white. Then tbe improvised table, a board over two milkcrates, turned into a real coffee table with a cherrywood finish. Andycould move again. He stood up and looked around.He was still in the same apartment, but now it was entirely different.There were framed art posters on the walls where the magazine centerfoldshad been. The used furniture, a table and three chairs near the kitchen andthe couch she'd. " Okay, but there is a lot you don't know about me Jim," Jenny said thinking about her sex drive and her sexual partners."I want to learn all about you Jenny." I'll think about it," Jenny said and squeezed Jim's hand, not sure he really knew what it meant when he said he wanted to learn about her.They left the restaurant and walked back home, Jim's arm around Jenny's waist, holding her close, a slight chill in the night air.When they reached home, they stopped on the front porch. Jim wrapped. Merie rode in the back with Brock and it probably was best that Sam drove as Merie’s frustration and anger came bubbling to the surface shortly after the car left the driveway.“Daddy, you realize that this isn’t going work, right?” she asked through her tears. “I’ll fight whatever Mom has planned. And I’ll win, too. Maybe not today or tomorrow. But I’ll win no later than my 18th birthday. You know what will happen then, right? I’ll find my own life that doesn’t include her. Don’t consider this.