"She ignored him naturally and began squeezing it gently. He tried to ignore her manipulations but she carried on and he felt the cock twitch in her h...and. She felt it too."Ooh, Daddy," she giggled, "I think it is waking up."Bill tried again. "Carol, I am your father," he told her, trying to sound stern, "my cuffs, get them off." You want me to get them off?" she queried, "my clothes, you mean? Okay, if you insist."Before he could say anything else, she had skimmed off her top to show perky. Or maybe there was another explanation. One in which her own extraordinary attractiveness and her son's good locks were of salience. Aarti was not naïve, and she knew that people had fetishes...For an instant, an image of her naked son pumping his dick into her, her legs wrapped around his ass, her breasts crushed against his broad chest, his eyes boring deep into his eyes, his boyish features twisted with indescribable ecstasy as he fucked his mother missionary style, flashed through her mind.. Several holes were molded into the piston to act as valves with leather flaps for seals. The piston rod was hooked to an eccentric crank coming from a windmill to move the piston back and forth in the cylinder. He built this weird device over a period of nearly 3 months, using handy spectators as help when he needed assistance. His biggest bottleneck had been in getting enough milk for the casein plastic, but the nursing mothers cooperated, and he finally got enough.Much to Doug's amazement,. He not only loved smelling them; he was actually considering not marrying Wendy. I set him straight, but yet, I knew we had opened up Pandora's Box, and there was no guessing what all could come out, or what could be sucked in there either.Nevertheless, I couldn't stop the action and went with it despite the apparent issues that came with it. The sex and mental spikes were too great, and I pulled a selfish move by letting it all go on until neither of us could take it anymore.We just loved each.