Shamefully wanking my son off!It may well have been swept under the table if things had gone no further! Probably most mothers have found themselves d...oing it, to get out of an awkward moment with a son coming home drunk at night?But with Guy following it up with a full-blown mother-fucking; well of course that’s a different matter; especially when that mother had a full-blown climax into the bargain! Such a slut ... first my father; and then my son. Fortunately, I am not religious.I realised. ”“I know, I …. I was just ….”“Kyle will be pleased. The surgeries turned out beautifully and your body is just as he wanted it. He did ask for bigger boobs but I think once he sees you, he will decide it isn’t necessary.”“Bigger? I’m a DD.”“He likes an E or an F. But you’re so petite that I think he’ll realize that was a ridiculous request. If not, you’ll be in for that surgery later on.” He threw a thin, white cotton sundress at me and told me breakfast was ready. I noticed that I. As she gazed deeply into the tumultuous design of the vase she noticed a streak of fluid on its underside. This was also a drip of glue. She reached out to touch and a spark of electricity leap from the vase to her fingertip. Her hand shot back to her side, from surprise rather than pain. Sash began to hear a noise. Like the sound of ice warming the second it is brought from a freezer, the grating sound of something stretching its bonds. The sound built and went on as if at any moment something. " Okay." Fuck you!" Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me. "Let's play. I'm just getting warmed up."I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meager victory. "Three to one, bitch!" she howled, dancing with excitement. I could tell she was starting to get buzzed. Surprisingly it was making her play better however and after she grabbed another drink we jumped into our fifth game. "Hey," I said halfway through the game. "How come we never hooked up?" What?".