He was not so bad to look at though his crumpled clothes bought a decade ago didnt help, in another life I might even have found him attractive, but n...t in this one. Cooking my dinner like a good little bitch, he said. It was true, I was stooped over the stove. My mother certainly never cooked and Ian had a tendency to get violent if he didnt have a meal on the table after work. I said nothing, it was usually best to unless he actually asked a direct question. What is it? he asked, stepping. He stroked the ridges of her spine an leaned forward to press a kiss to the back of her neck.“I want to fuck your pussy,’ he said. “And then I want to fuck your ass.”She knew he was asking her permission, and that he would stop if she asked him.“Then what’s stopping you?” she asked weakly. “Mind if I fall asleep, though?”“Oh, yes,” he said. “I mind very much. I know you’re all tuckered out, but honey, I need you to stay with me for a few minutes more, ok?”“Ok,” she sighed. He leaned around her,. This was a late night crowd and we hadn't been up for long. Darcy leaned back, stretching her arms behind the chair, opening her mouth in full yawn. Her large pert breasts lunged forward invitingly under the sheer material, straining it to its limit, allowing me to look on them in their clarity and fullness. Her panties showed through as just a strip of material, undoubtedly a thong in the back. I, as I did many days when I looked upon the two beauties that lived here, felt my dick swell. I could see most of the room and watched carefully as my Mom stripped down. I had seen her naked many times over the years but now I was playing with my clit as I watched her this time. My God, it felt so good to slowly tease myself and watch her. I was surprised that she didn’t put on any pajamas at all but just laid down on the bed naked and flipped on her TV.Half an hour went by and nothing happened. She just watched TV and I was getting kind of bored. Then, she got up, and from my view I.