He'd noticed her breasts before, of course. But he'd never been particularly interested in feeling them against him. That happened when he got hugs, b...t it was no big deal.But now, his attention towards members of the opposite gender had been sharply heightened. He'd felt Amanda's breasts pressed against him earlier, and now another pair was right there, mashed between them, with only a single layer of cloth separating them from his chest. He didn't think of them as "Mom's boobs." They were. Her breasts were pushed up and bursting from the grey button-up, cap sleeved dress she wore. The material hugged her, around her ample breasts, showing off her curved, hourglass figure and tight, round arse. The dress ended just below her cheeks, leaving her bare, smooth legs in perfect view. Just where they belonged, I thought. This was nothing new for Lily. I was convinced she was put on Earth to tease and give men frustrated hard-ons. She never failed to impress – her body was faultless and. She wasn't Carol. Her ghost was with him still. JoAnn and Charlie parted, and there was no more romance; but they liked each other so much, and respected each other so deeply, that they soon settled into a warm friendship that remained a haven and a comfort to them both, forever after. Charlie and Carol stayed in touch, and she was disappointed that he was still alone; but still, she tried to stay his friend. He made that difficult sometimes. He would descend into depression, and look to her. “Yes sweetheart.” Martin replies. “Would you like daddy to help?”“Would you please daddy?” Taylor responds.Martin scoots to the edge of the couch and before he takes off her panties he grabs Taylor’s hand and guides her to her bedroom where he closes and locks the door so they won’t be disturbed. He then reaches up his daughter’s skirt as he kisses her some more and slides his hand down inside her panties and pushes them over her ass and hips. As he’s pushing her underwear down, Martin kisses.