But I was. Thanks to my powers. My hands moved with haste to undo her robe's tie. I threw open the terrycloth, revealing her flat stomach and her other breast. Her tits were locked in heaving movement, frozen as they jiggled from her fall. Her nipples were soft, but that would change. I groaned as I drank in the sight of them. I licked my lips, ready to love her. But first I had to give her commands. My mother would love me before I molested her. She wasn't Aurora. She wasn't a slut to be used. I leaned over my mother, bracing myself on hands planted on either side of her body. I brought my lips towards her ear, nuzzling strands of time-frozen hair out of the way, silky strands spilling across my face. “Mom,” I whispered into her ear, my hard dick twitching before me, almost touching her skin., “I just want you to know how much I love you. How sorry I am that I let Dad's abuse go on for so long. He won't ever hurt you again. You don't ever have to be afraid of him. You're not afraid of him. You know he can never hurt you again. You know that if he ever gets mad at you, he'll instead bring you to me. And that will excite you. “Because you love me, Mom. Not just as a son, but as a lover. Like a husband. Your body craves my touch. Just thinking about me makes your pussy wet. You know that my cock—the cock that you created in your womb—will love you. Will give you more pleasure than Dad's or any other guy's ever could. Your pussy craves me to be back inside of you. You want it so badly. “You just want to love me much as possible. You're not ashamed of this love. You don't care that others think incest is wrong, because you know differently. You know that it's okay to love your son. To fuck me. To be my lover. To share women with me. “You don't get jealous when I'm with other girls. You're happy that I'm enjoying indian them. You love it when I have other girls. It makes you wet. You Hardcore want to do things with those girls. Both girls pulled me inside. He aimed it at the bed and said, “For me, this is the first one we've made.” Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind Verity to undo the cuffs and release indian her daughter. It was embarrassing looking at the men walking along the isle and seeing where there eyes were looking; but at the same Hardcore time it was arousing. Whether I would work again formally was something I would need to contemplate. His expression made her giggle slightly. How are you?” You godless and selfish sluts only think of your own pleasure. Wow. I knew one of the CG boys was a sniper but shooting a 50 caliber from a moving helicopter is far different than shooting a pistol. (roommate walked in) I tries to remind you, very seriously, that you liked me in clothes."