”“That’s great. I would love to be as tan as you. I just adore your big tan titties.”“I love your titties too. Maybe we can compare titties ...after yours and your Mom’s titties are as brown as mine.”“Ohhh really? HECK YEAH. I would love to press my titties against yours again. You are so sexy and so tan too.”Larieta told her. “I would love to suck your tiny nipples.”“Nancy sucked my nipples last night when we got home, and I got three comes so fast, I was dizzy. My little nipples are really. ” “How do you know?” she asked. “From where I sit, you’re invaluable, so he couldn’t possibly.” I answered. She gave me a bashful smile and her eyes started to water. I expected her to say ‘aww’ or something like that, but instead her leaned in over my shoulder and licked my ear like a viper.“How much am I worth to you, Christopher?” She purred. I normally don’t respond positively to my full name, but she was goading me, trying to see what I could prove to her. As a lover I’m not a liar when I. It was already the biggest cock I had ever seen and it was partially hidden in his undies and not even erect. As I glanced over it, I noticed how smooth the shaft was, the large veins, all leading up to the tip which looked like a small red apple. I stood there for minutes, it took everything in my power to not reach out and touch it…. It looked almost unnatural on his slim frame. I snapped out of my trance when I noticed my pussy was burning and my panties were starting to dampen. I decided if. I thought for a moment, trying to think how to respond. “Well, you have a point; but literature is full of stories about young men recognizing that their mother’s are in fact ‘female’, and responding to it a bit. In fact, they even have a name for it: ‘Oedipus complex’. It is not that uncommon. And it is a little bit flattering to me.” I was speaking without fully thinking about the meaning or ramifications of my words. I was really only trying to relieve any awkwardness and anxiety my son was.