Her eyes and her mouth were wide open from the shock and surprise. I kept calling out her name as I was pleasing myself. The longer she watched me ple...se myself, the more sexually aroused she got. She started lifting up her dress and started gently rubbing her pussy. Then she got an idea. If I sexually fantasize about her fucking my ass with a sex toy, then she was going to make that fantasy come true. She stopped rubbing her pussy and yanked my shower curtains open catching me in the act."Oh,. There was a book in her hand and her reading glasses were pushed up in her hair. She still wore the khaki shorts and the white blouse, although the blouse. She looked, if not depressed, then emotional. She leaned against the door frame."What's the matter, mum?" I asked. "I want to talk to you, Mark." What about?" You know what about!." What exactly do you want from me, Mark?"I looked down at my hands. "It's difficult to explain, Mum."She stood straight and crossed her arms. "Do you know, that. Her tits were firm pear shaped mounds of creamy flesh with upturned tips of large, light brown, dimply areoles with taut nipples poking saucily up at a 45 degree angle that begged to be sucked. She had the kind of body that would stop a Mack truck dead in its tracks and make a man's mouth water with erotic lust and desire to posess her cunt with his cock and mouth and tongue.Today, after 22 years and two children her body is still as taught and enticing as it ever was. She is only about 3. Mommy doesn't come. I cry more. Istand up in my crib. I cry loud. My diaper is poopy.Mommy comes and cleans me and gives me a new diaper. She puts me in thehighchair and gives me mush. It's yucky! I say, "No!"Mommy talks and points at the mush. I throw the spoon and push the bowl soit falls down. I scream as loud as I can.Mommy is mad. Mommy takes me out of the highchair and puts me in theplaypen. I scream and kick and Mommy won't look at me. Why won't Mommylook at me? I scream and cry. I want.