As soon as she entered the basement living room I called out to her hoping she wouldn't just keep walking. "Mom, aren't you even going to look at ...e?" I said with a look of determination in my eyes. She stopped but still wouldn't look in my direction. I had to think quick or she would just head upstairs and my moment would be gone."MOTHER, look at me!" I said firmly. She turned and immediately her eyes glazed over. She wasn't looking at my face but at my engorged prick in my hand. I. Ten year old Fred had felt one with God, a feeling he'd have for the next six or so years, and had asked God to help Grandpa get better.A few hours later, his father had woken him to say Grandpa was dead and they had to go to Grandma. Thus the seed of doubt was first planted.It was his first funeral, as this one was for her. A large Polish Catholic ceremony, body displayed by the altar. His dad had tried to get Dad to kiss the body, and Dad had shrunk back, mind not really able to deal."When it. She looks back at me through eyes of wanton lust. As was her vagina, her lips are swollen and translucent.'Touch me daddy.' She said in a diminutive voiceI move my head down between my legs. The scent of her excitement sweet in my nose, her heat warm on my face. I salivate at the sight of her sex and shake with desire. I kiss her inner thigh which caused her to moan and shiver. I then lick her vulva circuitously, keeping just outside.Cheryl cries out in torment as she spreads her legs yet. When he insisted too strongly that I was at fault, I obfuscated by telling him about her parents, their sectarian believes, their zealous application of stupid man-made rules regarding bodily functions. He was hopping about on his mental toes immediately."Thank you. This explains some of the problems we are having with the patient. You are not family, I cannot tell you of my findings with her. Yet, there exists some connection to you, I am certain of it. She does not volunteer anything, does.