“The incident is closed. Itnever happened, understand?” I nodded. True to her word, over the subsequent days Mom never mentionedthat night... and I thought for a time that maybe that really was theend of the matter. But gradually, over the next few weeks, things happened tomake me think differently. First of all after a spell of being “good”I began again to fantasise about making love to my mom.This wasdespite feeling ashamed of myself, and consumed with guilt each. Dad didnt help. He just&hellip,. oh fuck. It was over. Ten seconds and it was over. I looked up and saw my dad hovering over me with a grin on his face. You look beautiful, he said. What? I was sorta foggy. He helped me up and I grabbed my phone. I gawked at myself as I scanned myself in my iPhone camera. Holy shit! DAD! I smiled like a little girl. My hair was naturally long but it draped down past my butt and brushed the back of my legs. The coolest thing was it was teal! A bit darker than. Waw, her hole squeezed my finger, she began moving her ass in time with movements. She was enjoying all that lying outstretched on the desk with red face and biting the lips. She was surely indulging this enjoyment….In a course of time I noticed her leaking onto my hand; I pulled out my finger, grasped her at hips, and impaled my tongue on her down there: it penetrated right in her wet pussy and got down to exploring her down there. I licked her crotch, drank her love juice, and finally stuck. I hear her moan before she says, “You keep this up and you may get a good ride before we get up.” With that being said, I pull her on top of me and guide my hard cock deep inside her tight pussy. As I start lifting her up and down my cock, I ask, “Would you be upset if I chose someone else for the last night?” She moans against my lips before saying, “I do have an idea. If I can pull it off then you will have a fabulous time the last night.” I kiss her deeply and say, “Then you better ride.