Only fantasies..."Are you sure? You better think hard about what's going to happen. Speaking of hard, Mrs. Dimon..." He takes hold of one of my hands ...nd places it on the bulge at his crotch. I gasp and begin to tremble as I try to pull away but his grip is too strong.A command, "It's time to get on your knees!" Oh my, God! Is this man going to **** me? I'm a helpless mother alone in her home and there's no way to fight this big brute. He can have his way with me. He can do anything he wants. Although Dad was circumcised, the major amount of time his dick spent in its cloister had given it a buildup of what must have been smegma. It had a rich, ripe odor which I did not find offensive, but which made my mouth water. Still pushing that heavy overlapping belly up, I swallowed Dad's cock and sucked and tongue-scrubbed it till there wasn't a trace of buildup."Fuck me, Son," he was whispering. I looked up at his broad, beaming smile under that balding dome, and that hairy chest framed by. I didn't have either of those things either, but Mom always said that at Steph's age, she should have a kid and be in a happy marriage. Like she was, for all the good it her.Stephanie always dressed to impressed, and when you had her figure and looks it came easy. Her breasts were an F-cup, mine were an E. her long dark hair was always wild and wavy, and her blouse was always open.She had her eye on a guy at the bar who was standing with another, the other guy was talking to him but he wasn't. ”It was going to be a cold day so I was set to laying fires in each of the rooms upstairs, on the ground floor. I’d never had to bother at home – we have central heating - so Miss Carson had to show me how to do it, first of all cleaning out the old ash, then placing screwed up paper and sticks of kindling to provide a base and finally a small pyramid of chunks of coal ready for lighting. On top of that I was up and down stairs several times, collecting coal in the large scuttle and using it to.