Don t call me Mom Call me Charlotte
Charlotte imagined her son was at his girlfriend's, enjoying a blow-job whilst her parents slept. Or, if he was really lucky, fucking the agile redhead on the kitchen worktops. She imagined them coupling in the pool of light from the open fridge. She closed her eyes. She switched her music on and slid her mind into that dark fantasy where she was the slinky redhead. (Daniel was slathering her breasts with banana ice-cream. It melted as it met her hot body and dribbled down her, onto his tongue....
Incest