With my right hand, I found her vagina and slid my fingers between her lips. I felt for and found her clitoris. I gently played with it with the tip o... my finger, which I had dampened with her juices from her vagina. I had only been playing with her clit for a few seconds, when she spoke, “Frank, put your cock in me, please. Right now, Frank! I need you in me when I cum.”I moved my hand, crawled forward a bit, and adjusted my aim, I pressed forward, sliding the tip of my prick between her lips. I knew my mother was different but again the differences seemed largely irrelevant. The women in these magazines were also different to me, but in this case, the difference made perfect sense. Instinct was right there, they were like Emma only grown up and of some actual purpose. They were grown up like my mother but clearly in a manner that was available, unlike my mother.This is the point that social justice warriors and health care workers would likely refer to as the moment at which I. " But you want it, mommy. You want your son's cock in your mouth so that you can taste his cum. Tell me you do. I told you how I wanted you. Tell me that you want my cock, mommy"She pulled her mouth off my dick for a minute and looked up at me. "I'm turned on, baby. But I don't know if that means that I want you. It's just so wrong. We shouldn't be doing this." Stop thinking," I said, grabbing the back of her head again, "and just pleasure your little boy." I forced her head into my crotch. I stared at Beverly. There was complete silence, as the others all looked at me for my response. Beverly's total submission to me was my ultimate goal, but I shouldn't ignore her plea for assistance in helping her with her mother. I realized that I had plenty of time to bring Bev around, providing that I didn't screw up in the mean time. Nevertheless, my gut instinct said that I should be perfectly honest with her.I smiled at her and opened my arms to her, indicating my desire to have her come.