What must she have felt? Disgust, anger, shame..or lust? After all, she was a woman too.I chose to believe that she must have felt attracted. Did she ...ouch me? That night, I fantasized about her in a full-fledged way, while slept in the adjacent bedroom with dad, systematically stripping her of her blouse, her saree, her bra, her petticoat and finally her panty. I could clearly visualize her nude body.I imagined doing all kinds of things to that body and finally invading her cunt with my cock. To your waist."With a little sob, Roxie lifted her dress around her waist. She closed her eyes with embarrassment as her son gazed at her. The panties were tight, her cunt puffing them outward. The shadow of her thick pussy hair was framed inside the thin nylon. Her legs were lovely, very smooth and unblemished. She heard him open his pants and a flash of heat ran through her. She knew he was taking his cock out as he looked at her. She felt so exposed, so wanton, standing before her son with. He had a body to match the face. I ran my hand through my hair, unsure of what to say or do, as he made his way back to the open door. He handed me a folded-up piece of paper.“This is my number,” he said, “So if I am a bit loud, just call me, unless of course you want to just come and knock on my door.”I lingered, trying to figure out what to say, not because I was at a loss for words. I can speak my mind when I need to. I undertook a quick glance for a wedding band on his left hand. Not seeing. She gingerly pulled the ring across one knuckle and another. He gazed proudly at the prize that he would soon acquire, she gazed silently at the symbolism she wore. I willed my legs to action before I had any notion of what was happening. My feet fell hard on ceramic, my legs heavy. As if my head were gliding independently of my body, I watched with steady eyes as I drew closer. Perhaps no eyes were on me now, but I felt as if there was no one more important in the world. ‘Take that off,’ I.