“Hey,” he says, barely able to keep his eyes open.“Hey? That’s what you’ve got for me? I want an explanation. You’re a different guy. ... don’t care what you say. I think you owe it to me!”“I can’t.”“Fuck it with ‘I can’t’. You WILL or our friendship is OVER.”“Fuck man. Don’t do this.”“I mean it! Talk or I’m gone!”“Fine! Sit down.”I walk into his living room and sit on his couch to hear his excuse.“I really can’t tell you this but if you’re going to fucking make me, I will. You can’t. This continued on for several years into the marriage. We're probably talking five years, and there hasn't been a single one since moving to California over twelve years ago." I was counting from then till now. You mean all this was done in just five years? Face it, Mom, you are a mega slut. Hey, wait a minute! You got married at eighteen and you were six months pregnant with me at the time. I don't look anything like Daddy, and John doesn't either. My guess is one of these names is my real. You soon learn though."Frances laughed. "Mums can't help but be protective though."At that moment a little figure with tousled blonde hair and a blue dressing-gown wandered into the kitchen. Her eyes were still befuddled with sleep."'Morning, Mummy," it murmured and then realising Mark was there pulled itself together with a major effort and said, "Hello, Mark. Good morning." Good morning, Victoria" answered Mark and watched as Victoria drifted over to stand beside her mother. He did not think. She took my cock out and started to stroke. I was going high. I now told her to bend down and suck my cock. She said no. I said, “come on, please” and made her accept to suck mine. She started to suck my cock.Starting, it was ok but slowly she picked up and sucked like a pro. I was enjoying it to the max and I came in another 10 mins. We adjusted our dress and settled in our seats.I had in mind that I should fuck her 2day.But I don’t know how to plan for it and tell her as it is already 4o.