The next morning:
Faith woke up in her bed with her son molded against her. They were both as naked as the day they were born. Faith's p***y had sensations that she hadn't felt in years, the feeling of pure satisfaction.
She snuggled into her son's arms tighter, remembering the activities of the night before when she had successfully seduced her son. It was something that she never intended to do until it happened.
Her son had somehow taken advantage of her in the preceding nights. For the five weeks she had been on Chantix, she had been having very vivid, s****l dreams of a mysterious faceless lover.
Just the night before last, she found out that her own son, Chris himself had been the mysterious dream lover.
At first, she worried that it could be a wedge between them, so she set out
