Waking up the next morning still wrapped in each other's arms, neither of us seemed willing to say anything about our actions the night before. After brief good morning pleasantries, I thought back to mom's gasp at my hard morning wood as I exited the bed. I had offered a succinct apology as I exited the room, but thought I had heard a quiet whine of disappointment from mom as I left the room. I wondered what was going through her head as I stepped into the shower in my bathroom.
Mom was staring at her reflection in her mirror as she finished her morning routine and prepared for her shower. She couldn't believe the size and hardness of her son's c**k this morning. She again wished she had the courage to express what she had desired before he had left. She imagined dropping to her knees in
