I am having a hard time seeing where you really need to be driving.” He pauses watching her struggle to come up with a response. Satisfied that she ...doesn’t have one he continues. “I’m always willing to listen with an open.”She bites her lip. “Don’t you have a driver’s license?”“That I do. I mostly use it as ID at the bank.” He smiles wistfully. “It’s a remnant of a time before I got here.”She latches on. “That’s a good point, Uncle Ryan, I really should have some form of ID that’s legally. I was a true believer in using a random generator to decide the check interval; even if computer generated random numbers weren’t really random ... Okay, let’s not go there. Most of the time they are random enough.I stopped writing the report when my camera system informed me that someone had come into our yard. I turned towards the activated monitor and looked at the car that carefully entered our drive and parked next to my car. Since I didn’t recognize the car, I saved my work and locked my. Livia had deliberatelylet her dress ride up and smiled when she saw Michael was staring at herpanty-clad mound.Gobbets of hot semen seeped through the nylon stocking as Michaelorgasmed. His mother milked him dry, patted him on the head and left theroom.But that was only the start. Livia began sleeping with her son while hewas attending college. Returning from her late night excursions to thelocal bars and hangouts, if she hadn't picked up a man Michael wasrequired to perform what she called. “It’s going to be so good,” she whispered. “I have something special for the two of us tonight.”She took Bonkabitch’s hand, placed it on her crotch. He felt her hardness under her skirt He let out a little girly gasp. She ran a hand over Bonkabitch’s now rock hard cock. She pulled her blouse aside and took Bonkabitch’s mouth to one of her breasts. He moved aside her red bra and took the nipple in his mouth. Goodhead moaned a little.“Are you wearing the black thong and bra I bought you,”.