First, we stood each other up. Second, we tell her we're an item and no others need apply. Incest is best, yes?" No. Mark, please. You're a handsome g...y. You can get lots of girls. You don't need to hit on me." You're a beautiful woman, Sandra. I want you." And stop calling me Sandra. Call me Mother. Or Mom." Mom for short? When I've fantasized about you, I always thought of you as imaginative and adventurous. Willing to try something new. Let's do something bad, something we'll have to conceal. To be unable to say no. Having no need to look at the keys, her imagination quickly formed a direct path from her brain, through her fingertips to the keyboard. As the images of her being violated filled her head, the story grew in length. Her legs had long ago parted on their own and she could feel the dampness between them. Odd, she thought, I usually only have that reaction with him. She had not gotten very far, but far enough to stop for the night. As she dreamed that night her head was. She leans back in for more kissing. When she took off her shirt, the bra accentuated her breasts in a perfect manner. Her cleavage was protruding quite nicely and was inviting. Her perfect C-cups were just asking to be released and kissed.My hands on her bare back, reach the bra strap and stops. I unhook her bra and let her shoulder straps fall of her shoulders. She removes her bra without breaking our kiss. Her nipples were erect and the feeling of her breasts and nipples on my chest. ..Ahhhhhhhhhh.....I cannot take it any longer...I am so wanting to squirt...but he shoves his thick long wonderful glorious schlong into me and with balls banging against me he fucks me until I see stars...we both sink down onto the carpet, our cries are loud, we cum in unison.....me raking his chest...leaving marks, my nail imprints there...exhausted...we lie in each others' arms...breathing heavily...trying to catch our breathe....his chest heaving...I can feel him inside me still...he.