She just wanted to hold him and never let him go. But how could she show him how much she loved him?He had given her life back to her and now she had ...to repay him by giving him her total, unconditional love. She had to give herself to him completely, purely, totally. She knew that she must make sweet, beautiful love with her son. Make love to him and show him just how much he meant to her.But even to admit such a thing was sickening.Her conscience was going berserk. How could she even consider. ? He must have noticed this too, as he laughedsoftly and began to pinch my nipples firmly in his fingers.? His pinches got harder until I started tomoan. My pussy was getting even wetter, the moisture starting to seep out ontothe top of my thighs.? ?Oh Annie, thesejust feel so nice but lets see what else is under this sheet.?? I opened my mouth to protest, only to see himwarn me by holding his finger to his lips. ?No sounds Annie.?? I found myself lying stiffly as he movedback on the bed,. Does red hair run in your family?" I was forced to confess that I had bright red hair but I dyed it a darker russet colour regularly. Genetic engineering could be such a complex subject and it was possible that other factors might have activated a sexual trigger. His hair was certainly a rich dark red and beautifully groomed. Thousands of earth-women would have died for it. He slid happily off my knee and Beverly's blond haired son occupied the vacant space without a single spark of envy. As usual, the cane strokes were leaving a line of white for a brief moment before the blood rushed back into the line of its impact and the flesh under the skin's surface began to show the damage. With this girl's bottom, each mark was starting to grow purple beneath the skin and then crimson would rise to the surface, creating a satisfyingly brilliant pattern of stripes across the bruised cheeks. By half-way through the third set of ten strokes, the marks of several strokes were starting to.