I knew Dad didn't like anyone trespassing in his sacred shop, so I didn't do much. I swept the floor and put some stuff away that wasn't in obvious us... for one of the several projects he had going on, but that was about it. In my general tidying, I came across a wooden box, obviously made by my father, lying atop our old kitchen cupboards mounted on the far wall of the shop. I stepped carefully down the ladder and placed the box on the large work-table in the center of the shop.It took me a few. The first thing he saw was the time. It was later than he thought. On Sundays, he usually heard his mother get up and go downstairs, but not this Sunday. He hadn’t heard anything. They both must have slept later than usual, which was understandable after what had happened yesterday.As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he saw that the text had come from his mother. He felt a shiver trip down his spine as he read it: MOMMY’S STILL A LITTLE BIT SORE THIS MORNING. CAN YOU COME AND HELP WITH. If anyone else called them that, you would slap them, push away any man demeaning you in that fashion, but it’s oddly arousing now, and my cock still thrusts into you, withdraws, thrusts again. Your moans are quiet, as if you’re unwilling to break the spell with too much noise.“Your teats are glorious, woman! So soft and rounded, kept better than most ladies would have them.” My fingertips knead your nipples gently, sending tingles through your body, timed differently from my thrusts, like. Then with one big push, his hard cock broke through my cherry and was deep inside of me. I tried to yell out, but his kisses smothered the sound. He lay there very quietly, holding me, kissing me, his big cock fully inside of me. “Are you all right?” he asks. “Yes,” I replied, tears streaming down my face. “I want you to fuck me like a woman,” I said, “Make me cum with your cock fucking my tight little pussy.” Slowly he started to move his cock in and out of my pussy. The hurt had gone.