On the Saturday of Freshers week our hall decided to go out in fancy dress and meet at the Rose. Now the Rose was a typical freshers pub apprantly and...was just outside the campus. I rushed home from my lectures and began my evening ritual. I bathed, picked out my costume and looked at myself in the mirror.I decided to go as Robin. Big comic book nerd and knew I would look the part. I wore Green hot pants, red coat, black mask, gel in my hair and black stockings and trainers.I got a text from. It's usually because they have been learning what another man likes in his blow jobs.As I pulled up my shorts and jeans I asked Jill. "So ... who's cock have you been sucking?"She looked startled. "What do you mean." Just what I said Jill. Who have you been blowing. You sucked me completely different than usual. Who taught you about circling your tongue around the head twice, then going down as deep as you can. Over and over until I came. Who?" I demanded."My Daddy." she said softly, "The last. Unfortunately, while mother lived up to the nearly ideal perfection of what I described, she was my mom. Which meant that, while she was loved devotedly by me, yet my desire for her sexually was blocked by the incest taboo.Thus at the age of my majority, twenty-one, when others of my age-bracket were far afield looking for their perfect mates, I had found mine at home. The problem of course was she was already married, to the man I love most, dad. Now my father was less than perfect, though. And was very stylishly dressed when she arrived… and hell those shoes she had on must have cost more than everything i arrived wearing put together… has gone from sobbing to sobbing and mumbling words i can not understand… words i am not really interested in hearing… her long… artificially blond hair is in rats tails and her mascara which was obviously not as waterproof as the packaging implied is more than half way down her face and the black smears on the backs of her hands match the.