I'm going in to talk with John. When you're ready, come on in. Ok?"Jessica gave him a warm smile and went into the bathroom to get herself ready.That ...s when my father came into the bedroom and sat down on the bed."Look at the fine mess you're in, now," he said."Thanks for the encouraging words, Dad," I replied.He smiled. We both knew this was a game. Sort of saying little barbs at each other, while revealing some truth along the way. It was easier for him, as there wasn't the mushy emotions. But this was not any young boy…this was her own son…Helen took another gulp before wondering if she should expose her breasts. She was quite proud of her body. She did work out and often drew an admiring glance from people. Her breasts did sag slightly but at her age…Swallowing once again and ignoring the consequences and rationale of obeying her son, the embarrassed but excited mother raised her left hand and pinched the thin right shoulder strap sliding it down her arm. Wriggling her arm and. I didn’t want to hurt the baby. “And I love you, and right now I’m kind of desperate to hear you tell me you love me too.”“I do,” she whispered against my lips. “The world does not approve.”“Fuck the world,” I whispered back.“No, don’t do that,” she said.She pressed back and kissed me gently.“You fucked me ... and look what happened.”We collected her luggage, and left. That was good, because it was all I could do to keep myself from standing behind her and reaching around with both hands to cup. " She looked at me and said, "Why don't you give them a feel and see what you think." I stepped over to her, and placed both hands on her bra-covered breasts. "Go ahead - feel them all you like," she said. AS I did, she gently pulled my pajama bottoms down and lightly touched the tip of my erection. "Oooo,", she whispered, "I hope my boobs feel as good to you as your dick does to me." She began to stroke me lightly and slowly, and said, "Kiss me."Soon, our tongues were in each other's mouths,.