But when you told me that you wrote erotic stories it just lit me up. I have so many of them to tell.”“Before last night I hadn’t thought about ...Texas for months. Every time I do though it makes me want to climb the wall. Telling you about it turned me on like a faucet. Right now, I’m so fucking wet I could wash the windows with my panties.” Grabbing my hand she put it under her flaring skirt, forcing it up between her legs. When I felt how soaked she was my cock filled like an airbag deploying. As I stepped out of the glass enclosure, there was a knock on my bathroom door, which is part of the master suite. “Mom! I need more part-two of Depil-X please.” came the plaint of my eighteen year old son. I told him to wait a minute, and wrapped a towel around me. Then I let him in and handed him the squeeze bottle with the after-lotion. “Thanks! I won't be a minute!” He snags the lotion, shucks his towel wrapped around his waist and pops into my shower stall, with a flash of buns. I. Jerome smiled and told me to show him and my husband, how hungry I was for his black cock…Having him talk to me like that, made me even hornier. My wet pussy was throbbing and I wanted him deep inside of me. Then he told me I needed to beg for his black cock.I looked reluctant and then he reached down and put his hand under my chin. He lifted my face up to look into my eyes. In a very stern voice he insisted I needed to beg him…Then I knew he would tease me and would not fuck me if I did not. “No, but we could be if you want,” I offered.“Please.”I put the call on speaker. Dr. Cromwell was looking back and forth between us and looked increasingly uncomfortable. “Dr. Spencer, you’re on speaker with my mother and Dr. Cromwell.”“Bob, I thought we had an understanding about Collins,” she said sharply. “Mr. Russell is MY patient and he is CONTINUING to need care at least partly because of the trauma he received at the hands of that man. You assured his mother and I both that he would be.