“There are too many clothes.”Tom yanked her sweater over her head. The pupils of his eyes darkened as she wiggled out of her thong.“You have on ...oo many clothes.”“Yes I do.”Once she pulled his shirt over his head Tom stood as she unbuckled his belt, sucking in his breath every time she grazed his waist with her fingers. Soon he was standing naked in front of her. Damn, he was perfect; broad shoulders, strong arms, narrow hips and well muscled thighs. He had the most incredible light brown eyes,. My dance is done, but I am not, I want more, I want what I have always wanted. I wait, hoping. I hear him approach, and my heart skips a beat. My pussy is dripping, my legs trembling with the effort of holding in my heat. I want to look up, but I can’t, can’t believe it is true, that the dream is finally happening. He stops in front of me, and shyly, I look up, slowly, carefully. He stands there, bold, shirtless, wearing only jeans. His eyes glitter in the darkness, but he smiles, the smile I. "Please... " Mom whispered barely loud enough for me to hear her. I stopped, my dick was hard as a rock and I was hoping so much this isn't the end, but I stopped. Realizing I've lost the best chance. I couldn't rape my mother. If she was begging me to stop repeatedly, I should listen to her. Then my thoughts interrupted again by mom's voice equally quiet:'ll scream, baby.... it feels too much, I can't handle it without being loud... please... help me.." You want me to stop?" You father took it. I said with a wink. As I said this, I noticed she had taken her shirt off, and was now wearing only a gray cami with little flower designs on it. I could see her bra and the tip of her awesome tits, and tried very hard to avoid looking at them. Not that concentrating on those black spandex leggings helped the stirring manhood in my pants either. Im not really into it… Ive just been trying to… she turned bright red. Trying to…? I finished, half laughing as I did. An awkward silence came on,.