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I don't have any clothes on!" Henry protested. "That's all right, Henry. I want to have a little talk with you." Margret said. It was late at night. The previous day's counseling session with Walter had ignited Margret's carnal curiosity. Margaret had deliberately entered her son's room without knocking, hoping to catch him in the nude. She almost succeeded. Henry had just come out of the shower, but he was still holding the towel, and he automatically covered his crotch desi with it when the door opened. He now sat bashfully on the edge of the bed, looking expectantly at his mom. Margaret stepped into the pool of light cast by the lamp on his nightstand. She'd dressed carefully for the occasion, in a crotch- length negligee that clearly revealed her spectacular body through the translucent fabric. Henry's eyes eagerly focused on his Mom's swaying tits. It was having the effect Margaret had desired. "That....that looks good on you, Mom," Henry said, blushing. He was short and slightly built, with a cherubic face that made him look even younger than he was. "I don't remember seeing you wear that indian before." "Thank you, Henry. I'm glad you noticed. I've had it for a while. I just haven't worn it. I am sorry if I startled you. Do you mind if I just stay and talk to you for a minute?" "OK, sure." Henry said trying not to stare in an obvious manner. Margaret sat beside her son on the bed, trying not to look at his crotch. "You know, you're getting to be a very handsome young man, Henry. It's been a long time since I've had a really honest discussion with you about growing up. I tucked my car keys in my towel, removed my shirt and slipped indian off desi my shorts. Why don't you just start rubbing him and touching him and we can find out if there's anything wrong.” I rammed her as hard and fast as I could, ignoring the friction as I sodomized her, using my sperm as lubricant. "Come on, bitch. saying that out of conceit just out of fact. All I needed was the grinding movement of his hips that followed. She gave him a playful smile and continued on. I watched intently, fighting the urge to take my cock out and slide my hand up and down the now very hard and very wet shaft. She can’t be serious… Can she? I put my arms around her and just sit there hugging her.