” With no obvious trepidation as to her immediate fate, the girl climbed on her bed and lay down on her back. ‘Tempting’ doesn’t adequate...y cover it here. She was every father’s most rampant and socially repressed fantasy. “No, not on your back sweetheart,” he told her, “On all fours please.” Compliantly, she got on her knees and facing the headboard, presented her step-father with, if not the curviest little rear-end in Madison Heights, certainly the most accessible. “Spank. You let out a moan as I start to finger you. My other hand still squeezing your breast. You push me back and unzip me. Reach in and pull my cock out from my boxers. I'm rock hard. You take me in a tight grip and swallow me. You suck and slurp on my cock like a ravenous a****l feeding on its first meal in ages. I hold your head as you as you feast away, desperate to taste my meat. You push me back and straddle me, your pussy poised to take me, with one move my cock is inside you. We both gasp. I was thirty years old now to her forty-three ... Yes, do the math, Mom had me when she was thirteen. I get it, okay! In actuality, Mom and I got along reasonably well most of the time, despite living together here in what had been Grandma’s and Grandpa’s place before their tragic deaths, five and six years ago, respectively. I had a decent job as a schoolteacher, which, while it didn’t pay a huge amount of money, was one that I enjoyed and at least helped pay the bills when combined with Mom’s. What had looked at first to be a dimple, a handhold, a porthole, a hatchway, grew and grew as the deceptive distance expanded it into a enormous hanger door, open to the sharp airless view of vacuum, the tiny sleds within growing in the changing perspective into cargo haulers of huge proportion. Once the size of the personnel hatch on the cargo vessel was noted, and the drifting speck of human awareness achieved some comprehension of perspective, the vast testimonial to human achievement grew.