Soon to be bare to my touch. It was my turn to moan. I couldn't help it when I slipped my hand under her blouse and held her breast in my hand, small,...firm, perfectly shaped, warm, and god so sexy . . . so very sexy. Her kiss intensified when she felt me caress her breast over her bra, pushing herself against my hand, moaning into my mouth as her tongue pushed in. I was in heat . . . urgent needs pounding my body as I fondled this fourteen-year-old girl. But God . . . I wanted more. I wanted to. ..she blushed..."when I saw you." I couldn't tell her I was thinking about her, after all she's my mother."I found some of dad's playboys and was thinking about the photos," I said. "You know you are not suppose to go in our bedroom." "Are you sure that is what you were thinking?" she replied. I don't know how or why I did it, my heart was pounding and all I could think of was fucking my mother, I blurted out "I was really thinking about you, mom."There was silence for what seemed to be hours,. She was really good at this. My little 12-year-old lover. What a life!"Well," Marie continued, about a week after dad left, mom called Barbara and me into her bedroom. She closed the door and said she had something to tell us that she didn't want you to know." Really? Is it bad? Are they going to die?" I said, not knowing how to balance this bad news with the orgasmic feeling that was rising in my lower stomach."No, silly. It was about mom's love life. She told us that she and dad had decided. “Hi there, I’m Charley Ozvik – and you must be Catie...” She says, leaning forward to air-kiss each of Cate’s cheeks. Cate doesn’t correct her about her name being Cate rather than Catie.Charley continues, nodding toward Ozvik’s office door, “I see you’ve brought your little one along today ... Do you think this is a suitable place for her?” It’s a very friendly question rather than anything stern.“I couldn’t put her in daycare, because I couldn’t be sure I’d be back in time, my mum couldn’t.