I couldn’t take my eyes off him! It was early morning, the sun peaked through the slivered opening in sheer curtains. He was silhouetted against the...soft crimson wall, looking for all the world like an older Adonis. It was making me wet just thinking of what I wanted to do to this man. Wearing nothing but a terrycloth housecoat, looking like a lost sheep, I was thinking only of him, and how I must take advantage of this Greek God’s presence before my husband returns later in the day. His name. You all must be thinking me a terrible person!So what! My mom was not being harmed, she was being fucked thoroughly. Everybody wants to fuck, every mom too; isn’t it? Moreover there is no possibility of licking out this incident. The stripper must be an outsider, then who else! Mom’s friends couldn’t tell the spicy story about my mom getting fucked by the stripper, because they themselves sucked him or played with his massive dick or balls.Moms’ friends were caressing her naked body every. I had never seen Mom so sexually excited before.Before they even got to the foot of the stairs Cindy turned toward me and said, “I want you to fuck me. I’ve never been this excited before and all of the other girls and women told me that I just need a good hard cock. I want yours and I want it now. Then she dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom.I had been there a million times but for some reason I had always thought of my sister as a little girl. Her sheets and bedspread were covered with. He turned, relieved to see that Dylan hadn’t come charging down the stairs as he so often did.“Ummmm, give me fifteen minutes, then come down for eggs and toast!“ Margaret yelled up the staircase.“Alright!“ came the reply, followed by the sound of Dylan’s bedroom door closing.Margaret breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Harold.“You hungry?”“No, just thirsty” he replied sheepishly.“Well, get out there and get the morning work done before Miss Evelyn arrives. If she or the other.