But maybe that wasn't her point. My sexual pleasure was a huge draw for her. Even if I could manage a platonic parental relationship, it would be hard... for her to keep from trying to seduce me!She didn't speak to correct that line of thought, but she looked up briefly as she smiled shyly.She hadn't gotten up to leave, so in comparing bone-crushing depression to regular sex with an old guy, the sex wasn't losing.She smiled at me uncertainly."It would have been easier if you were a woman, or gay. It was also beyond the depravity of a mother having her shitter eaten out by her own son. It was a combination of both which is more than the sum of its parts. A mother, who craves to feel of her very own son’s tongue tunneling into her ass pucker so much that she moans as she moves her own ass into her son’s steady face just so she can get to feel that pointed tongue spearing into her wanting backdoor. A mother doing all the work to get her son’s tongue inside her bowels.“Oh God, oh God…”. And then I went and put it back on the shelf in the bathroom and at first I turned the tap on to wash it off but then I turned it off again and just didn't do it and I put it back as it was.And then there was this other time when I put one of his boxer shorts on, and I walked around the house wearing only that and just getting more and more turned on and I went to Cait's room and took her vibrator and put in inside the boxers and gripped it between my thighs and I took a picture of myself with. He asked, “Where did you dig a latrine?”“Huh?” Cynthia said. She hadn’t known that she was supposed to dig a latrine.“What were you doing while I was checking out the area?” Sid asked.“I was trying to figure out how to start the fire,” Cynthia answered. She raised her hands out to the side and said, “I’ve never really been camping before.”“I kind of figured that out,” Sid said with a grin.He went over to their gear and got out their sleeping blankets. He threw hers to her and then laid his out.