Robert tried to catch his breath.Missus ‘J’ returned with two bags, one with burgers and fries and all the extras and one with two soda containers... She handed the soda bag to Robert and placed the burger bag on the floor. After driving out of the fast food parking lot she took a turn onto a small road that ran behind the town where she said she lived, she was actually driving in the opposite direction from Robert’s school or home, but he sat quiet. The road was bordered on one side with train. Fingertip flicked the smoldering cigarette, ash drifted downward in a powerless spiral, and a purse of thin scarlet stained lips drew on its end, flaring the ember’s burn at its tip for a moment, before it returned to its weak and faded glow. Dark strands of pitch hung limply against her face, oily tendrils clinging to her brow. Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickle, the slender. "Rick's mom is Elizabeth but she insists that she wanted to be called Liz and like her daughter, she was tall with long dark hair and blue eyes and like her daughter, her breasts were full and always worth a look at. Her husband Rick and Grace's father ran off with some young chick and hasn't been heard from since so Liz took him to court and just about cleaned him out. Liz is one MILF that was worth more than a second look."Tell me something Rick is your sister still competing with your mom in. . not just beautiful or pretty, but sexy. I like that." Maybe we should talk this over, you know," I said, trying to think of a way out. I'll admit that I would have gladly fucked my daughter right then, but being practical, I knew I shouldn't. It wasn't just morality or anything; if things came out badly, I could go to jail. The town, I knew, wouldn't make a big fuss, but my wife or daughter could. At the very least, I wanted to make it appear that anything that happened would be the result of.