But the first book I want to do in the series, is about young men having sex with their mothers. You wouldn't believe how much of that is going on." Y...ou think so?" I know so," said Laura with enthusiasm, "and I've found a place, a small town, where mothers are really into it with their sons."Findley looked interested. "Go on." The town is Tuttleville," said Laura, "and the women there seem like the most pure-minded, upright, righteous, high- principled, decent and moral people you could ever. She was lying on her back, her book and toy on the low table between the two chairs. Mark poured lemonade into both glasses, handed one to Erica, then lay on his chair, on his side, supporting himself on an elbow. “What's on your mind? You have this... well, pensive look,” he said and shifted slightly. He could feel his cock resting on his right leg. Erica paused, took a sip of her lemonade, and smiled appreciatively. “This is really good. Perfect for a hot day like this.” She put her glass. Mike waited for a reply. When one didn’t come, he said, “Excuse me, Ann. Did you hear what I said?”“Oh! Yes, Sir.”“I’ll need you to set up credentials for him.”“Excuse me, have you seen him?” Ann asked.Mike laughed and asked, “You mean the long hair and weird colored beard?”John interrupted, “It’s now a white beard and weird colored hair. Oh, and I dress weird, too.”Mike laughed and said, “I should have known. To answer your question, Ann, yes I have seen him.”Ann was even more shocked. She. He even suggested they tell Susan about them.She had been dead set against that until he had told her of something that had momentarily shocked her. He had told her about taking half a day off a few weeks ago, going over to Susan's to surprise her. It had been a Saturday and he figured the two of them might do something together, as her boys were supposed to be off doing something by themselves.But when he had got there, letting himself in through the front door and tip-toeing through the.