Wayland said. "So you got to thinking."Danielle nodded. "This place is so ... so 1950s; it's straight out of some of those old-time comedies. But what...struck me was that I wasn't living like I did back in Tiburon. I didn't have to have a procedure—" An abortion." An ... abortion," Danielle forced out. "It sounds better when you call it 'a procedure'." Calling it 'a procedure' is a way to deny what was happening," Dr. Wayland said quietly. "Go on."Danielle took a settling breath. "I had two of. It was as if the images of Playboy, the thrill of tasting his first girlfriend's body, and the mysterious, moist, fleshy and primal pleasure of feeding upon Mom were combined all in one incredible, hyper-real Moment."Ohh, God, yes," is what Brad thought. This was no dream. This was that teenage boy's wet dream as a surreal, hyper reality. As Brad suckled on his mother's nipples, making them hard and long, Karin reached around and unhooked her brassiere. Now Brad's cock was throbbing so hard it. A few weeks before we were set to depart we were back in our hometown (we were high school sweethearts) visiting family and friends. One of the nights we were home we were out with a close friend of my wife from high school when the subject of our upcoming vacation came up. Her friend asked, "Where are you guys going?"My wife told her, "We are actually going to Jamaica this year, I can't wait. We will be staying at Negril on the seven mile beach. It's so beautiful."Her friend didn't miss a beat. I wasn't sure how I felt about fooling around with my father, but anything was better than getting grounded for a year. When I came back downstairs, Dad had sat down in his chair and had lowered his pants. He called me his 'little whore' and told me to take off my panties and kneel in front of him. As I removed my panties, I realized how much bigger my Dad's cock was then Jeff's. I kneeled in front of him and told him how much I loved him. He said that he loved me too, and that from now on, I.