The red light glows, flickers as she stubs it out. ‘You’re always sucking on one of those things.’ She hears the contempt in his voice, but says...nothing. ‘You can suck on them but you won’t suck on my–’ ‘Michael!’ Her voice is sharper than she intended. ‘Don’t be crude.’ The moment the words leave her lips she knows she has made an error. Her eyes widen slightly in fear as an angry red suffuses his face. He grabs her arm. His fingers pinch into her flesh. ‘Don’t speak to me like that.’ A low. " She sat up and took my other hand in hers. "I understand honey." "I mean, don't you think this is weird. You're my mother and I'm..." "My daughter." "...Yes. And we're on the run. This whole thing doesn't make sense right?" I don't know Stephanie. Ever since you kissed me I have been having mixed feelings.I... I know you're my daughter and maybe it's because of what happened and we wantto keep each other safe, but I want you. I know this sounds crazy but it's true, I craveyour body, your. I start kissing her again, grinding my hips into her, feeling the entrance of her tight pussy slowly opening. I push again and feel my head pop into her entrance. She is so tight and her juices are running over my head, and her walls are clamping onto my thick member. She jumps for a moment as I enter her. I look down at her,she smiles back and closes her eyes and we meet in a kiss as I start moving into her some more. I cant beleive how tight she was, squeezing and massaging my rod, and lubing. " Me too. You know Christa and I planned all this, coming to Paris alone." I figured." I knew Chris would not be able to come here early. I knew he was in the midst of negotiations. The whole pregnancy issue has been a divisive one ever since you ... did whatever you did to me." I'm sorry." I'm not. I wanted to be a mother before you brought it to the fore. Christian's sterility and his reluctance in becoming a father disappointed me. Here I was, enjoying a man for the first time in my life,.