"Mom, I know what you want. I don't know much about those things myself, but I think I know exactly what you want, or at least what you need." Oh, God... I do!" Roxie sobbed. "I do, Ritchy!" Mom, lift your dress." I will not!" she gasped. "What do you think... I'm your mother, Ritchy!" Lift your dress, Mom," he insisted.Roxie trembled, hands falling slowly from her blushing face. She turned her head to one side and began to inch her dress up. She felt his eyes, very hot, following the hem as she. All tarted up, smoking like a total fetish queen. I thought about my neighbour being left high and dry (well, probably high and VERY damp!), but I needed the money shot! I sat reclined on my sofa, wanking slowly, and smoking extra erotically, admiring the shiny rubber and PVC clad vision in the 4 mirrors I always placed strategically, to watch myself in. The bright backlighting always highlighting my voluminous white exhales. My red lips and fingernails contrasting against the black, creaking. It wasn’t quite fully hard yet, but was easily 9” as he stood there proudly stroking it, like he had just grilled the perfect steak.“Go ahead”, he said, “wrap your hand around it and start pumping.” I didn’t need further encouragement. With my eyes still glued to his throbbing member, I reached out and started stroking his massive shaft. It quickly grew another 1” in my hand, reaching its full, impressive length. As I began jerking his huge dick, he started massaging and squeezing my big boobs,. .. her daughter.Her daughter was 16 when we got married, and not at all in the mood for some stranger to be giving her orders. Her mom tried to make the best of it, and although I really didn't care much if the little brat liked me, mom tried anyway. She even forced the girl to refer to me as her dad. Talk about a nut job I married."Our" daughter now has just turned 19. Through these 3 years we got on some slightly better terms and as her mother withered and aged she blossomed from a pouty.