At first Babs wasn't sure she would like being butt-fucked. It was one sexual experience she'd managed never to have. But the feeling of her son's har...d-on sliding through her tight little anus changed her mind in a hurry. Somehow, as the cock forced its way in, it made her feel very relaxed. She couldn't understand why, but it did. Maybe it was the joy of having her boy in her body again. That was one of the great pleasures Babs found in getting fucked by her son. Also, it felt fine to have a. I timed her trips to the phone or restroom, and tried to keep track of the staff. What I had seen as flirtation, now seemed seduction. That casual touch could now be a caress. Her erect nipples might not be the result of the air conditioning. Her lean across the table to return a menu now might be an opportunity for her to reveal her breasts. The inadvertent contact with a server now perhaps was an occasion to confirm the fullness of her breasts, or to evaluate the length and hardness of an. ..”“I know who you are,” she said, shaking his hand, “I saw your picture in the paper. I’m Nancy South, and we just moved here last week.”“Well, welcome to Riverdale. You make the place a lot prettier. What grade are you in?”“Ninth,” she said, feeling others’ eyes on her. She ate her pizza. She knew she was pretty; people had told her that since she was five or six.“You coming to the game Friday?”She nodded.“Can I see you after, go get a Coke or something?”She shook her head.“How come?”“I’m. Only your mother, God rest her soul." She saw a lot of herself in you," I said.Another pregnant silence followed, and I knew I needed to finish this beer and go back to my room. I'd had enough tripping down memory lane to last me for another lifetime. But Jeanette still had one thing left to say."Jason, do you still hate me?" she said, and again the tears were flowing down her cheeks.I just stared at her for 10, maybe 15 seconds, then shook my head."I never hated you, Jeanette," I said softly..