"So you think this stuff isn't going a little overboard?"The women laughed. "Of course not dear. You look marvelous," his motherresponded."I wish I co...ld get my boyfriend to dress himself as well as you do," Tinacomplimented.Minutes later Mark and his mother were back in the car and heading home withtwo bags full of new pants, blouses and belts.The next morning, Mark wondered if yesterday had just been a bad dream. Aknock on his bedroom door brought him right back to reality."Mark, why don't. I gently knead the firm flesh and following her example, I lightly pinch her nipples. “That feels so good, Daddy,” she says as she changes over to suck on my other nipple.After a while we gravitate over to her bed where we lie down and caress each other for a while. I start stroking her pussy lips while I watch them open. She moans when my finger slips inside and lightly caresses her soft, pink inner flesh. To give me better access she pulls her knees up and spreads her legs wide. After a. It was a good job and the elderly widow paid him well. She treated him very nicely too, almost like a son even thought she hadn't known him very long. He really should get back he knew. He took another drag of his cigarette and finished his coffee as he stared at the woman down in front of him out on the rocks. But he just couldn't stop looking, he felt kind of ashamed of himself, staring at her. He just hoped she wouldn't turn around and catch him looking but he was so mesmerized by her. I don't know if it was my raging hormones, or the terrific weight of myfantasies, but two weeks was about all I could take. I was scared for awhile, but it couldn't last. Every moment of still thought gets filledwith fantasies. When I read a book I can only get a few pages in beforemy mind wanders to slutty outfits, sex and boy's dicks. When the urge comes, it's strong. This must be what it feels like to beaddicted to cigarettes or drugs. My conscience says "no", but everyother fiber in my body.