She slowly lifted her face to look at him. Her eyes were dazed and her thick hair mussed. She opened her mouth to show the thick deposit of jizz that ...he had received. She ran her tongue through it and, with angelic eyes of a devil, her lips sealed, her throat bulged, and her mouth reopened to show that she had swallowed it all.Several minutes later, Father Dott stood with her on her front porch as they said good-bye.A block down that rural road, a neighbor boy had been making his way toward. She had fruitlessly pounded into him with bare fists; she had bucked and writhed her body to escape from his grip. But if she was REALLY honest with herself, she had to admit (and Shaq had sensed it) that the fight she put up had been a mock fight. Her claws were pulled in.It was self-deception of the highest order to not admit to herself that a subconscious, primal desire had taken possession of her, months ago. The night when the little horny devil, whispering into her ear on her left. If this summer had taught me anything, I knew for sure that everyone played with themselves - if not they should. Donna and I had masturbated in front of each other and it was damn hot. But this was different, Mom was playing with herself thinking no one else was around. She seemed more free, not caring how she looked, just how it felt.It was exciting to see how turned on she was making herself. Her tits were easily as big as Donna’s beautiful boobies, but Mom’s nipples were half again as big. “Don’t stare too much, daddy,” she said in a-matter-of-factly, laughing and springing towards him to wrap her hands around his shoulders. He could only move forward, keeping his mind on his hips, slowing his urge to make those breasts bounce unreasonably hard.“they’re big ey?” She added winking.“Yes but … Saruh! Damnit you need a new swimsuit.” He moved a little, agitated.“No, mines fun, it’s your fault it came off!” She said splashing water onto his face.“You don’t want your mother seeing.