She wore a tight black skirt with white stockings and high heels. She also wore a black silk, full button top, and white bra. With her thirty-four E�...s, she couldn’t leave the house without a bra. Her breasts didn’t sag much but they bounce all over the place when she walked. She didn’t wear underwear today because she was going to be a naughty girl. On the way to work Sharron was so excited she felt like she was going to cum. As an AP English teacher at the high school level, she liked to dress. There wasn't much time left, and she tapped him to summon his attention back to her. Locking his eyes to hers, all four turned penetrating, glassy, vacant, and focused all at once. With minds occupied only by sensation, both participants drove recklessly forward.In seconds, it began. A deep growl from his core turned gradually to a moan. When it happened, he seemed more surprised than she at his orgasm. His voiced was silenced as he swallowed a gasp, and the first hot jet of cum shot forcefully. When I’d gotten it, it only had a driver’s seat and no bells and whistles, since it was a prototype car. Dad and the Sullivans had helped finish it out for me.“Call Don Crown,” I said and moments later could hear the ringing through the car speakers.“David?” asked a sleepy voice as he answered.“Sorry to call you so early, but I need you to do something for me. I need you to ask Cassidy Hope out on a date,” I said.“I don’t think she even knows who I am, plus her dad might not be happy with. "She smiled down at me, then drew me back up, holding me tight. I continued with my praise of her. "A marvel of womanhood no sculptor could have ever hoped to achieve." She whimpered softly, and I slid my hand between her thighs. I could feel her wetness even through her panties. I rubbed insistently at those rubbery lips, the entrance to my mother's heated core. "I know it's wrong," I husked. "I know it's incest. But I need you so badly."Her weight shifted a little at that, parting her legs.