Sam picked his mother up and carried her naked body over to her bed ... what had been the master bedroom in her house. He reveled in her touch, as he ...kissed her skin from head to toe. Carolyn felt so elated that she couldn't explain why. Her own son drove her wild by pleasuring her in that way. She now hungered for him to fuck her, however. Her body ached with the need to be fucked by her own son ... her sweet Sam."Fuck me now, please, Sam ... fuck your Mum," Carolyn begged for it.Sam went. "So I thought we'd agreed on ten minutes," she looked up at him."Yes, Miss," he never felt more naked than when he stood in front of her."You did remember we'd agreed on ten minuets?" she threw the dirty babywipes onto the floor."Yes, Miss," he repeated, knowing that he hadn't lasted anywhere near that time.She held up the stopwatch with the display turned towards him. "And how long did you wait before you took your pleasure?"He looked at the time displayed. "Four minutes and fifty seven. She was carrying a shopping bag in her hand, which was nothing unusual. Like all girls her age, Louise was always buying clothes. I was still lying on the couch when she came into the room a few minutes later, still dressed in her work uniform, consisting of a light blue blouse with the dealership logo on it, and a short denim skirt. “Hey,” she said, smiling brightly. “Hi, Lou,” I answered, putting my book down on the floor. She walked over to the couch, and I pulled my feet back on. I’d look over and see those scared eyes shift back to the TV, away from my face.Finally though, I was out of the hospital. A giant scar caked the underside of my right arm, and I still had a splint on my pinky and ring fingers. Corey often felt around the scar; it was tender and warm. It didn’t hurt; I didn’t really feel much of anything there.Things were falling back to normal. My parents did buy me a lot of new stuff for my room though. I guess they figured I would be traumatized by my.