She didn't talk for a while then asked, "Daddy says that you have been having sex with other women Peter. He says you are getting paid to fuck them. ...Is that right?" I was kind of glad the cat was out of the bag, because I really liked Ellen and didn't like lying to her, even if it was lies of omission. We sat on the couch and talked it through. I told her the other women weren't my idea. They were her mother's idea and that I thought it was great because I was making some money and having. I would be Randy’s present, and I know he would never want to return this one. The day came, a Friday, Randy’s birthday, it started great as I took him to school I asked what he might want for his birthday? Randy didn’t know but I knew he would enjoy the present I was going to give him. I tried to work that morning but I was too excited. I had to keep my fingers away from my hot pussy and I wanted to save myself for my son. I took a long hot bubble bath with some fine scented soap. I dried. One evening, we were really high, and waiting for my mom. He asked me about the fact I always looked at his dick when I stroked. I was kind of embarrassed and did not say anything. He told me it was cool with him. He asked me if I could stroke it for him that night as he watched my mom. I was really nervous, but said sure. My mom came out, and he took his cock out. I sat down on the roof and touched it. It was so much bigger than mine. I began to stroke it and it got hard really quick. My dick. An instinctive part of her was drawn to it, and her hand pressed over the outline of his dick. She gasped against his mouth, amidst a hungry kiss, as she felt his heat. She consciously acknowledged to herself that she had wanted this when they were on the dance floor, although she did not think at the time that it would come to this.Racing along faster than her mind could process what was happening, and craving to feel the flesh that made this impressive outline, Steph soon found herself.