"When our son was a teen, my wife was in her thirties, and when I encouraged her to flirt with him- she did it. I encouraged him to take her- and he did."
"Angela's stocking feet were silent as she slowly lower them to the floor and stood up off the bed. The bright morning light had already started to filter in between the bedroom curtains and she had just remembered that today she had plans. The PTA was having their Christmas bake sale for charity and as the head of the PTA, everyone would expect her delicious gooey brownies. Adjusting the trim black lace garter belt that hung off her hips, holding up her stained, sticky thigh highs, Angela turned to look at her son Alex. "Honey, .. I'm glad we had our little talk last night.", she cooed softly to her son as he lies in the sweaty, sticky bed they had spent the night. "I have to go bake some of those M"