I'm exhausted, half sick, scared to death. I must have fallen asleep. I wake and it's fully dark again. I'm totally alert, every nerve in my body scre...ming a warning. Something woke me, what was it? I lay very still and listen, my eyes scanning the darkness for movement. What woke me? An animal? A sound? Movement? Something did! Be still, don't move, listen I say to myself. Then I hear it, or think I do! I strain to hear. What is that? There it is again, yes, a soft hissing sound. Where's it. I'd felt hot for Dad's cock for quite some time. I didn't ignore my feelings or anything. Mostly they came out as admiration and things like that. When I was near him my pussy would tingle, but it never occurred to me that what I wanted more than anything was his thick meat in my box. Then, when I heard how he was going to send Ned away, the idea occurred to me that maybe the best way to get him to change his mind would be to give him a bit of my cunt. It was then that I realized what it was I. Despite my attitude to women (at the time I did not see it but as Ithink back on my upbringing I was what women call a male chauvinistsexist pig) I resented builders wolf whistling at my mum. Probablybecause this was my mother, the one woman who I could not have sexwith.... So I would, whilst looking at pornography myself, try toencourage my mother to dress more modestly."Cover up more Mum," I would say. I didn't understand that Mum was abit of an exhibitionist and as she was conscious of. It is scary to go out dressed but ultimately sooo exciting! I park in the back and light another VS 120 for my slut walk to the club. I love the sound of my high heels on the pavement. A couple of guys are talking to a tranny at the door as I wiggle past. I give them a coy smile and the one guy made a little whistle which made me feel happy.Inside the dark smokey room loud dance music was pounding out its sensual beat. It was not too crowded and seemed to be about two thirds sheboys. Everyone.