I think Blake had stored up a lot of sexual tension between us which was coming out in the way he was thrusting into me. He wasn't making love to me, ... was getting fucked. It may have been my first time but I knew the difference.Under him, I watched his face over me, so happy, so determined, so masculine. He had seemed like a boy until now as I watched this muscled young man up over me driving his hard penis into me over and over."Oh, Amy, oh, I've wanted this for a long time. I hope you have. Hot flesh against cool cheek, head turning into my voluptuous breasts as I felt for the cement ground with my hands.As I climbed over your body, droplets of water fell and drizzled down my breasts and belly. The moonlight flashed on the water beads dropping as I rose, illuminating my tanned skin tone under the moonlight. I stepped out of the tub and sat on the edge, dangling my feet in the water, still unable to see anything.I felt your hands on each knee guiding my legs open slowly, hot kisses. She rubbed his bottom and said “Well on the bright side Ryan your bottom is already nice and warm so I’ll only give you a few dozen with my hand and then go straight to the hairbrush, and once I know you have a really sore bottom and are crying your eyes out I have a question for you.” Ryan squirmed around and looked up in to her eyes. She was smiling, a wicked smile, a beautifully evil smile, Ryan’s erection again stiffened, Karen raised her eyebrows to acknowledge that she felt it, raised. Through her tears Mom said, "Honey I guess it's my fault by letting youwear dresses and pinafores. I've so enjoyed our times together. You'vebeen such a great help around the house for me. Forgive your Mother,but, lately I've been thinking of you as my third daughter not myfourth son. I tried for your sake to shake those thoughts, but seeingyou like this only makes those thoughts more stronger. I'm so sorry,forgive me, please." Mommy it's okay. I like wearing dresses and it's not your.