"Please give me a call if there's anything you need." Yes, of course," said George picking up the papers. "Well good afternoon Ms Callow." Oh, please,... she said looking disappointed by his formality, "Allison." Ah. Umm," George was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. "Well. Good afternoon, err, Allison." She smiled, accepting the small triumph for as much as she was likely to gain, while George left.Twenty minutes later he was at Erica's. Erica Wilkie smiled at George Franks as he sat in. "Clear the table and put the dishes in the cleaner," I ordered, and then to make my intentions crystal clear, added "Sex Slut No 1". Mom immediately sprang into action. As calmly as I could I walked to my bedroom and leaving my door wide open, slid off my shorts and lay back on the bed, sporting what to my eyes was a beautiful boner. I didn't have to wait long.Mom arrived within a couple of minutes and I was delighted to see she had made a brief call en route in her bedroom, as she was now. I squeezed tight about his head. His whiskers rubbed against my folds and clit as he thrust his tongue back into my cunt. He buried deep into my pussy, swirling it around inside of me.He teased me. Feasted on me.It was incredible. My daddy was finally loving me. Finally feasting on me. He was giving me all the pleasure I'd craved. The rapture that I wanted. The bliss that would make me explode. I shuddered in passion. My heart pounded in my chest. The bliss surged through my body.“Daddy, you're. .. and forgot to retain the bucket. Light blind for a few seconds, I managed to stay on the road.Thinking about it later, I imagined the storm was 75 feet wide and three hundred miles long. As violent as it was on the road there couldn’t be any storm left for the rest of Tennessee. I dodged wind-blown branches and falling trees all the way to mom’s house.Not that she’s my mom ... she’s my mother in law ... and a year and a half older.I banged on the door until a voice asked who it was.“Your son.