"Ben doesn't strike me as the type who cares about those things," Lydia went on. "He seems very laid-back, very accepting of things. Of course, I'm su...re being in a war zone gives you a perspective on things that the average person doesn't get." "Knock it off, Mom, for God's sake!" Emily's voice startled both of them and they spun around. "Emily!" Connie heard the sharp edge in her mother's voice, as much from surprise as hurt. "Can't you see how much you're hurting Connie's feelings?" Emily. It's not impossible and certainly seems feasible. My favorite fantasy occurs when I'm home. For a break maybe or the summer. He too is not away at college. It's very late at night and no one is at my house. My room is filled with sweet smelling candles burning and emitting the only light in the house. He comes over (But I don't know it) and he comes through the back door (I gave him a duplicate key years ago). I am sleeping, and he loves to watch me sleep. He stands there a few moments. After seeming minutes of this intense orgasm, my body went limp and collapsed on my son. My mouth still engulfed his erect dick. I was breathing heavily. Before even being able to figure out what happened, my body started to grind against my son’s naked body. The stimulation of his skin against my nipples was almost keeping my orgasm going by itself. Without thinking I shifted my body around and faced my Son. I shuddered as I rubbed my pussy onto his dick. Without wasting another second I. "We didn't talk any more until after we were done, and that took a while, with my ass getting rammed into the bottom of the bed every time she dropped down on me. I wondered if she realized that she was returning her spankings, but I couldn't very well ask her that. She stopped humping me every time she orgasmed, and then started again until the next time, until I was ready. When I got to that point, I held her down and kept her from moving while I jammed my dick as far up inside her as I.