She smiled at me and walked up the stairs shouting to me as she went that she was getting changed and not to go anywhere. I appreciated the delay if I...m honest. A chance to regroup and muster some courage. As I was going through my pre-rehearsed 'please let me touch you' spiel I heard her call down to me and ask for some 'help'. I walked up the stairs with my heart beating almost out of my chest and as I turned the corner to her bedroom I could see the door was open just a crack. My mind. She was nervous, and it seemed like she was about to explode. I put my hands onto hers, and rubbed them on my tits."Do you like that, Riley?" I wondered.Her mouth was wide open, and then she began to drool. I never got a much younger woman to drool, and that was very meaningful to me. Whether or not we knew where this was going exactly, in that moment, it was just us together."Kiss me, Riley. Kiss me the way your mom does, now," I commanded her.She leaned right over to me, and gave me a big. Six months earlier, Laura had been diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. Despite massive chemotherapy and a radical mastectomy, the cancer had spread to her bones and liver. With the exception of losing a little weight, she looked remarkably good, and was generally in high spirits. But the doctors had warned this would probably be her last Christmas. The guilt Scott felt was immense…he had done everything he could do to help her, and now couldn’t come up with a simple Christmas present! Scott. My father’s cock felt so hard and big. "Let me show you what a real man looks like," he told me as he unzipped his pants. He released a large purple-headed member from his tight pants. I was surprised that it had fit so snugly into his jeans.Daddy reached his hand up under my skirt and massaged me threw my panties. He told me to lie down and try to relax. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. My father pulled my panties over to one side and began trying to work a finger into my tight.