" "We've also been to Dayton a few times," she said. "Really?" I asked. "What's in Dayton?" "There's this man that Mommy visits sometimes," she answer...d. "His name is Jack." We arrived at the airport, returned the rental car, and I stepped outside the terminal to have a smoke. "Daddy, that's bad for you," Monica said. "You're right, sweetheart, it is," I said. She was right. This small and seemingly insignificant exchange was the watershed moment that woke me up as to how I needed to raise her.. She screaming out by now, almost as loudly as when she had fucked herself withher vibrator. She was saying my name over and over again. She no longer saw meas her son but as her lover, so I began whispering her name as well. “OhhhTracy I love you so much, and I hope this never stops.” “Oh Simon you make mefeel so good. I love you so much Simon. Oh Simon, Simon, Simon uuuggghhhhhOhhhhhh Fuck Simon I’mmm cummminnnnngggg!!!!” I began pounding hard into my mother’s pussy as felt her orgasm erupt. She moaned. She needed to be filled up by him so badly. She pushed her body backwards every time he thrust forwards. Only her horny moans. Both were lost in the moment for a little, his eyes eagerly focussing on the ins and out of his cock in her juicy pussy.“Hop on the bed, “ he commanded. She backed up, looking at him, her legs open and inviting.They continued their carnal dance seamlessly, it drove her crazy for him. She was so horny, so incredibly slippery, it was wetting his balls as they. I was growing hard as she gently writhed and pressured herself against my crotch. She took a step back and guided my hand up the inside of her skirt, the back of my hand brushed against her smooth inner thigh and she gave a light gasp, she continued to guide my hand upwards until with a gasp I felt her naked wet pussy against my hand. We continued to kiss as I guided my hand over her warm and now soaking pussy, she groaned and writhe against me. At the same time she slowy slipped her hand down.