He'd always fancied Liz McDonald, so he decided to hire her. When she arrived for the first day on the job, Liz had turned up wearing a tight white sh...rt, which showed of the curves of her breasts that were supported in a white half-cup bra. As she stretched to replace some bottles on one of the shelves, the shear material of her shirt pulled tight over her tits, her nipples and areola were clearly visible. To finish off her outfit she wore a short black lycra mini-skirt, with shear black. .. His hardness throbbed impatiently against me. How easy it would be to let him slide into me ... But one bodily craving at a time ... I wrapped my arms around his neck and asked him, “What are you going to do about it?”With a growl he reached his hands down and grabbed my ass. “I have an idea or two.”“Whatever could they be? Does it involve this?” I asked, grabbing him firmly.“It might...” he murmured, as he brought his lips to my earlobe, to my neck, to my collarbone.I pumped his length a. With my lips glued to her hairy pie I wrap my arms and legs around her right leg and I hump her like an animal. Her cunt juice and her scent and the feel of her silky smooth leg is all too much. I am overwhelmed and I shoot my hot prick fluid all over her leg and the bedspread. ''I'm sorry I made a mess mommie. Do you want me to lick it up?'' ''No sweetie I like your hot puddles. Come up here and make out with me.'' . He studied us for a moment and then yawned again. "Merry Christmas, you two," he said with fondness before yawning one more time and settling back into his Christmas sleep.We both stared with amazement at Dad for a second and then turned to face each other once again. Whether it was my long pent up lust for my mother or a side effect of Santa's magic dust, I was suddenly filled with a nearly a****listic urge to mate with my mother and in her eyes, my i****tuous hunger was reflected and we again.