“Are you a slut walking in front of me dressed like that.”I didn’t know what was happening was this some joke, did my mother hate me this much. ... knew we were never close but this was cruel.“Well !” he shouted. “I am a human man, you walk in here dressed like that what I am supposed to think, my daughter is such a slut she wants her dad’s dick. Is that what you want me to fuck your worthless slut holes”I started to cry, “no dad I am so sorry” I started to stand up t leave.My father grabbed me. This time my cock head was paining a little bit. She took me into her bed room made me to see her pussy in the mirror and took small mirror in her had and asked me to repeat the same lesson 1-5 push and 6-7 out. This time she said 1-4 push in slowly hold in her pussy 5-8 and 9-10 pull out without holding my cock with hand. She was instigating me showing the back mirror and seeing in her mirror. Main thing that made to get aroused was her growing hair pricking around my cock. This time she made. It was the sort of room only visited even by its owner. I had been going out, and sleeping in, with him for almost a year but that remained the picture I had of him. He had all the toys --- tailored suit; red sports car; straight cut hair; straighter teeth; shiny trinkets --- but it were as if he kept the real him tidied out of the way. I picked up a small wire sculpture of an a****l. A pig? It did nothing for me. I put it back in its place on the dustless sideboard. Maybe it was the challenge. ”“Under fifty.”“Thank goodness, yes.”“Forty-three.”“No.”“Forty-seven.”She laughed. “No. Split the difference, there I am.”“Am I your youngest?”“Yes, if you mean our age difference. But not by too much.”“You prefer older or younger men?”“Younger, of course. But there’s a lot more to it than that. —Am I your oldest?”“Yes.”“You don’t mind the silver in my hair?”“It’s beautiful.”She laughed, “No, the standard phrase is that it is distinguished.”“You are.”“You just want a mother figure.”“No. I want.