” The Goddess seemed to grow. She said, “Let me show you what you have done to me.”She pointed to an extremely small blemish on her side. Kelly ...ooked closely and could only see the slightest of discoloration. It wasn’t even noticeable. She decided that the woman was just vain. “You can’t even see it.”The Goddess grew larger. She changed from a beautiful woman to an emaciated old hag. Her breasts lay dry and flat against her chest. Her nipples scared. Slashes and scars were common over her. I could hear the grunts andmoans and it was clear that this was good sex. Maybe better than any ofmy efforts over the past year or so.I enrolled at the college and attended my classes, but in downtimes Ikept thinking about my father, about Flicka. She had become in my minda kind of sex goddess. I know that this sounds really weird, maybe eventaboo as some kind of incest fantasy. But for me, I had only just metthis woman and I found her fascinating beyond all understanding.Perhaps it was the. She straddled me, kneeling on the sofa, then shuffled towards me until her breasts were right in front of my face. Karl appeared behind her and pushed both straps off her shoulders, letting the top half of her dress collapse to her waist. My hands went automatically to her breasts, then I sucked hard on one nipple then the other, feeling her body rise with the thrill. She pulled my cock out from under her and pressed it between our bodies. Her arms went over my shoulders and she rose and. "I love you so much, Mom," I cooed into her ear.Our lips pressed hard against each other's as our tongues engaged. Wild thoughts flew through my brain as I kissed my mother Fatima as her lover, not her son. It seemed so natural. It certainly was incredibly erotic. Mom clutched my hand as we kissed and drew it to her right breast. I clasped her small, but tender breast in my hand, my fingers feeling for her nipple, which was hard and erect. She moaned as I squeezed her breast. She kept moaning.