He looked fed-up and resigned, yet a little grin played on his lips, as if in anticipation of something naughty. Xxnx On the one hand there was a certain sense of fear of the unknown… as far as being intimate with her son was concerned. There’d been a couple of blokes that appealed to her, but things hadn’t worked out because of one thing or another. Was it possible that something like being tossed off by one’s loving mum could be so sexually charged with forbidden lust that the derived enjoyment then became an addiction? If it went badly, might their ‘normal’ mother/son relationship be affected and compromised; and if it went well, in other words, a favourable outcome occurred without any sexual intent by either party (difficult to imagine when a woman is fisting her son’s cock with the sole intention of bringing it to
