Our first story went well, this one is different and such a joy to pen....more is on the horizon. My childhood was not always filled with the love an... warmth that a girl dreams of. My Dad was great but my Mom was, shall I say, not as loving and nurturing as I hoped to be one day. When I was little she would rant about everything - my room being messy, leaving soap suds in the tub, just about anything she could find to gripe about. I sigh now as I recall how sweet my Daddy was through it all,. " He lifted his head and had the look as if he wanted to die at that very moment. He couldn't even utter a sorry. I loved it. "But," I continued, "I am not angry." He again looked up, a little surprised. "Instead, I am going to give you what you want. This time I will not pretend that I am asleep." The look in his eyes changed to utter astonishment. As I spoke, I slowly began opening the front buttons of my blouse. My breasts had been exposed by the time I completed the sentence. I then stepped. 'The young man didn't answer, but put his arm round her waist and hugged her tightly.She became aware of her son's bare chest pressing against her breasts, and his legs tangled with hers, and she felt an unbidden tingle of responsiveness. Recently, she'd noticed him looking at her strangely, and staring at her legs and body.At first it had amused her, and almost unconsciously she'd started to tease him, finding reasons to bend over in front of him, allowing him to see her cleavage, and crossing. But I was right in front of them. It sounded like I was going to be eating Ava too. Though dressed in blue jeans and a tight blouse, she obviously had a big ass and big tits. I would love eating her strange cunt for her."I really have to go..potty." You have to finish this bag Markie. Then I want you to hold it for a while. Are you going to be a good girl?"She emphasized this last question by squeezing my dick."Yes Mommy."She looked at Ava, who was releasing more water."I had planned on jacking.