As I put my hands on the waist of her jeans and started to slowly pull them down she grabbed my hands trying to stop me but I gave each hand a little ...mack and proceeded with my task“You’re fucking loving this you dirty fucking pervert” she cried but her struggles were weakening as I got her jeans to her knees exposing her tiny red thong that she was wearing, her pubic hairs were escaping from all sides and as I kneeled down to get them right off I had a perfect close up of her panties bulging. Then a revelation hit me.This was going to be the perfect revenge.I was about to fuck my ex-boyfriend's own mother!As I began kissing back though, I realized this wasn't anything like kissing a guy... guy kisses were sloppy and rough... this was something entirely different.It was soft and tender.It was slow and passionate.It wasn't about what would happen next, it was about each and every moment of the journey... a meandering journey with an unknown destination.In just seconds I was wondering. He then ran his hand down my stomach. He moved his body closer to mine. He started to kiss my neck, and then whispered in my ear (not knowing I was awake) and said you like this don’t you whore? I did but I didn’t say anything back or even more. He ran his hand down a little lower and ended up in undies. He played with public hair. He pulled me over and turned me onto my back. I started to squint my eyes to see my brother fingering me without him knowing. I did so and freaked.“Dad, what are. It was even more of a tease than when she had turned herself around in the shower. Slowly but steadily, she lowered her head. I was now halfway inside her mouth, and the continuous feeling of pressure made me want to grab her head and push it all the way down. I let her decide the pace, however, and eventually, after a long minute of tickling sensation, her nose touched my lower belly. Maybe it was her rookie skills. Maybe my dream had already brought me close to the edge, and she was only.