'Wait... What the fuck? My mother is a horny bitch?' Kevin's voice trailed off in his mind, his astonishment both insulting and palpable. In the midst of this surreal scenario, he found himself confronting an entirely unforeseen facet of his mother's persona.
'Why I am acting like a bitch in heat toward my son? How could I do this?.....But....I need this.....ahh I don't care...I need this ahhhh Kevin.....I need you....' She asked herself but couldn't stop her hands from doing the act of sin. Her mind seemed locked onto an unexpected mental reel featuring young men, while the recent encounter with a certain tactile enthusiast had elevated the flames of impropriety to a whole new level. Determined to douse those thoughts, she orchestrated a mid-sleep maneuver, pivoting her body to face Kevin instead.
