She didn't bother with a rob because she was the only one around for miles. As she walked down stairs she saw the door was open and closed and locke...d the door before anything could roam into her house out of curiosity. She turned to walk back up stairs to see Aaron leaning against the living room door frame watching her intently. She jumped out of fright from not expecting him to be their. "Aaron, What are you doing here this late? Is everything ok?" She started to panic as thoughts of his. She never knew when they said goodbye if it would be for the last time. She didn’t even know now whether he would in fact be getting off the plane or not. When she finally saw him, walking by himself at the other side of baggage claim, a shot of electricity went right to her stomach. He was still in his uniform. That always turned her on. She ran to him and he opened his arms for her. She fell inside him and he lifted her up and spun her around, as thrilled as she was, she wiped his dampened. She knew she should be the strong one. It was mind blowing that she let her son dominate her like he did. She had no idea what was wrong with her. For the umpteenth she thought about menopause. However, none of the literature said anything about it increasing your desire for incest.Later, that afternoon the three of them were busily loading the RV with supplies for the weekend. John was fastidious. Everything had to be just so. Unusual for her, her husband’s finicky ways irritated her this. My nipples turn rock hard, and my littleclitty once again tries to make a 'jailbreak' from its confinement.Mother looks at me and tsks. "Such little self-control, my littlehorny kitty, I guess it would be mean of me to now say that you can'torgasm.' She sits down, looks at her nails, and whistles. I try not tolook frustrated."Who are the Grateful Dead?", mother asks me dryly.I sing poorly,"Light a candle curse the glareDraw the curtains I don't care 'cause it's alrightI will get by I will.