Chrissie’s eyes lit up again at the tent in my boxers which I accentuated by pushing my groin up from the bed.“Mmm, I’ll take that as a complime...nt” she said, eyeing up my bulge.I raised my eyebrows with a look that said ‘so you should’.She then put her hand on my knee and slid it up over my thigh before squeezing my hard-on through the material of my boxers. I gasped with pleasure at her touch as I watched her delicate fingers grip my shaft and within a matter of seconds she had manoeuvred. ‘Dahlya, I’m going to search for something that resembles coffee, dear.’ Arrrrgh. ‘I don’t know if the cafeteria is still open, but if it’s not, I’m sure that they have one of those nasty vending machines somewhere in this hospital.’ Aunt Linda muttered as she walked away. When my Aunt Linda left the waiting room she took the good air with her. Here’s the thing about me, I don’t have many vices but the two that I do have are doozies. Many people keep emergency Oreos and Ho-ho’s in their desk. With that said, he got crazy and quickly he removed my hand from my pussy and started to move his body closer moving his dick into position. I tried to fight him off but within a minute he succeeded in pushing his hard dick into my pussy.“Oh…god…Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…” I screamed loudly having my son’s dick inside me.He put my legs over his shoulders and began pumping my pussy. The timeless void of my pussy being filled by my son’s hot flesh was so intensely enjoyable and long awaited. He pumped my. He never cried without reason as a c***d, never laughed without one either. He was neither needy nor clingy and expressed his needs in complete sentenses as early as he could. He studied and learned what was taught at school from grade school to high school, always, with the perfect grade, perfect discipline for the perfect career path, as he would call it. With a budding career in a reputable investment bank at the tender age of twenty years, his life was on a perfect schedule to...what.