"You girls can never tell anyone about this, Clare, never, not ever." Oh, don't worry, Daddy, Hollie knows that, just relax and enjoy her sucking your...cock. She's wanted to do it, so just let her do it," I heard her say.He was quiet after that so maybe she was kissing him or he was sucking her boobs, somehow she was keeping his mouth occupied.I was keeping my mouth occupied as well. I knew that I just loved sucking my daddy's dick but now I realized it wasn't just my daddy's I liked, I was. A while I guess. I'm really sorry, John." She put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a smile. "Like I said, we can still be friends. If you can forgive me, of course." She looked worried."Well of course we can be... friends..." The curse of friendship. The shopkeepers words echoed in my head. _A lonely but fruitful life awaits you. _Did this have to do with the bracelet? I looked down to see the bracelet had vanished. My wrist now had the symbols for friendship etched into my skin. I did not. I played with myself for quite a while, rubbing and sliding Mom’s silky half-slip over her panties. The heat made it difficult to sleep so I figured I might as well enjoy the time. It got late and I was rather horny by this point, naughty even, and began thinking about Mom catching me in her half-slip of all things! I figured that might really get a rise out of her and maybe, just maybe, spur that big talk I always wanted to have with her. I teased myself for quite a while and wondered when I. Those plump lips and skillful tongue were made to suck cock and god, she was a pro. She was always eager to take me into her warm wet orifice and worship my stiff organ. She was my cock sucking whore and though I’ve taken every other hole her body had to offer, I always enjoyed her mouth the best. After a long day at work, having her service me was the most exquisite feeling. She had this trick that drove me mad. She’d take my full length into her welcoming throat and still manage to slip her.