.." Martha said and smiled. It took a second for my meaning to register her attack on me. "Oh, but Martha, you are my mother's age...” I just fumble... very confused. “I have known since you were born, my little Anita… but now you a real beautiful woman… and I am not so old for you…” She murmured softly.I smiled at her, but I knew I could not change her mind.Martha was attracted to me, definitely."We cannot tell anyone, not ever". I just told her, as she smiled…Martha was already moving towards. He was soaking wet, pissed off and showing signs of exhaustion. He crossed the cement floor, bare feet echoing through the building, and headed for the safe in the corner. He deftly turned the combination lock and reached inside for the black velvet bag. Unrolling it on the floor, he loosened one of the syringes and, taking the plastic cap in his teeth, pulled it off and spit it aside. The elixir within smelled like month-old bacon grease. He recoiled at the pungently unpleasant odor and winced. It seemed to make her happy and eventually she cum on my face. I remember choking on her juices as they continued to pour out. And then just laying there in her mess as she laid back on my body in her afterglow. Eventually she stood up. I didn’t dare move, not that I could have gone anywhere in a hurry anyway. That last kick to the ribs had really done the trick. The pain was far worse at that point than anytime preceding it.Defeated, I raised my head to the side and could see her pulling. Since my parents separation my father and I became closer, not as lovers, as some might like to think, but certainly not a healthy father and daughter relationship, but more like an older man and teenage girl, experimenting in all aspects of sex, my perversions, if there is such a gene, then I inherited from him, and together, we explored it, each of us getting off on the other, but with other men doing the dirty deeds and daddy watching.'What's Dogging'?Daddy looked at me, his face lit up at.