Lost on the Dance Floor
You grin nervously at your girlfriend, Sarah - dressed in an eye-stealing red 'dress' that clings tight to her braless, perky B-cup breasts and only barely hides her hips. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," you say, glancing up the stairs as you wait for your mother to come down. Sarah shrugs, "Your mom's always been pretty cool with us, though... I mean, she's always telling us to go out and party, so..." "As you should, John," answers the voice of your mom, appearing at the top of...
Incest