PS: I will not stop writing stories just because I suck at them, I will keep writing because I enjoy it, and I will be getting better at it. Anyways, ...njoy! [ Part 2 ] The next morning, after a very quiet night of awkward stares, and silent genstures, I woke up, not only feeling older, but about to do a very adult like thing. Im going to fuck my mother. I know if, maybe I dont do it now, I never will in the near future, plus its better to start on the sex now and do what ever later. Right now,. . yes.. oh God... ohhh!" she cried to herself, her head swung gently side to side on the pillow. Her body writhing in beautiful agony of being fucked, although not by a real cock by any means - but this phallus object that felt just as good.She rolled over on the blanket, laid upon her stomach as her face buried deep into the pillow. Her hand still holding the dildo, her other hand grasping and squeezing her breast beneath her. She continued to fuck the toy, her hips bucked and her ass cheeks. Emma’s transfiguration in these weeks is so amazing. It is like the difference of Liza Doolittle when she came to Henry Higgins as the flower girl, and at the ball. She has so blossomed and developed a glow about her. Even though she does not really have a perfect body, she gives the allusion that she does. And her growing confidence in herself is what allows this to emulate from her.Grasping that he wants to make the most spectacular unveiling of his new creation, yes, he fathoms that he. Almost as soon as it started she felt her master vacate her month, taking position between her breasts. She knew this was what she wanted when she began, but now part of her felt unsatisfied, displeased to no longer have him thrusting vigorously into her willing mouth. She smiled at her master, tacitly thanking him for invading her mouth so forcibly. A smile she hoped would encourage him to resume his previous campaign. However, her master simply smiled back with love in his eyes, the length of.