I rise up and step out and pull your head and back forward so I can slip in the tub behind u, my pussy and belly and tits slide down your back as I la...y u back on me and my hands go to work under the bubbles on yur breasts, making the nipples come even more to life as I squeeze them and twist them just the way u like. I give u and I another drink of wine, then my hands slide slowly down your belly to your pussy, playing down there as if I was playing with myself when I think of u. Your head is. *Aaaaahhchhhhooo!* ‘Bless you’ I call towards the bedroom. Nudging the door with my knee. As it swings open, I gaze upon her. Crumpled balls of Kleenex litter the floor and the comforter. Her hair is up in a bun, countless loose strands splayed wildly, matted in some places. Her eyes, half open, are dark from lack of sleep. Her nose, red and raw from blowing. Lips dry and cracked slightly, and her skin glistens a bit from the fever. Seeing me, she smiles weakly. My god, she is beautiful. . It, too was perfect in all its rounded, firmness. I actually dreamt, one night, of her being up the step-ladder and me lifting her skirt and biting her bottom. Naturally, when I woke, I was stiff as a poker. In the first summer, I had the opportunity to confirm my impression of her breasts when I met her and some friends in the swimming baths. She was in a bikini which amply showed off her bust and the cleavage between. She saw me looking and blushed, but really, why wear something that allows. My orgasm swelled as I worshiped my son's cock. This deviant thrill swelled in me.I would drown him with cunt cream if he would just give me that jizz.“Fuck, Mom!” he groaned. His fingers dug hard into my rump. “If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum.”I nursed hard.“You want my cum?” He groaned. “Fuck, you're the best mom. I love you.”Those words swept aside the lingering guilt. My son loved this. So did I. What was truly wrong with incest? In the depths of my mind, something stirred like a.