It was not the manner of speaking I assure you, nor some kind of ugly stutter. It was what came out of my mouth-a voice that was a bit deep, and a bit...too loud to be considered the voice of a proper pretty lady in those days. No! stall your thoughts right now…it was my no means masculine, only not typical. My first music teacher heard me sing once for the very first time and shook his head in disbelief uttering in a very alarmed way-‘good gracious, what a voice!’. But, it was some time before I. I was so close to cumming when Mom rolled onto her belly, and off my cock. I snuck away and nearly ran on my tip toes to my bedroom, lest I got caught. I jacked off into the palm off my hand and lapped the warm cum out of my hand and jerked off once more.Over the next couple of months my Mom was only on her side twice. Once not near the edge of the bed, and I fingered her, but the last time she pulled her legs up, her pussy was pushing out past her thighs. I wet my fingers with spit to speed up. Old memorys of last year flashed through my mind, so I froze up again. Feeling his cock lightly touch my pussy made me fight back with all my strength. Putting up a good fight, and making daddys lip bleed, he finally got my hands together. Scared, I cried sorry to him, but when I peered up at him, a smile Ive never seen before was across his face, more evil then the last. So darling you like it like that do you…Ill give it to you like that! he moaned His body between my legs and his cock pushed. She was wearing a halter top and short shorts. She looked hot! She smiled. I said, “Wow! You look fabulous, not that you don’t usually look great.”She grinned and said, “Follow me into the kitchen.”I said, “Anywhere.” She giggled and I could see her breasts jiggle with her mirth. I followed her into her kitchen. That was a great view. Her shorts were tighter than her running shorts. She had a great bottom for a woman of any age. The thought crossed my mind that her husband had been an idiot.We.