But God! Porn But God! who was she kidding? She could now really feel her son’s manhood pecking against her tender tissues. . Got ugly when liquored up, and she was afraid for herself and her child’s safety, so good-bye to not-so-nice guy. Don’t they train dogs that way? How her calves ached, her arches cramped, her thighs were sore from the trotting back and forth behind the airline ticket counter. Not only that, she didn’t regret doing it either! There was more than just a little ground gained in the conquest of mother by son. It relieved tension. Did she just think that her son’s touch was erotic? I’m hoping that his fingers will find their way further up my legs. Well, so what if it was, he’s her son, he couldn’t have meant anything by it. ‘OH! He had a winning personality, he could do worse. From his angle at her feet, her boy could see up her dress if he was looking.
