"Oh, God, Mom," Jackie laughed. "How did he ever stand you?" Well, he liked me well enough that he forgave me," Alicia admitted. "He even married me!"...What?" Jackie asked, stunned and surprised. "You were talking about Dad?" Um-hum," Alicia replied, recognizing that her daughter was asking about the father she grew up with, not the one who'd sired her. "Out of all my husbands, your father was my first and favorite." Hmm," Jackie said thoughtfully, then decided to finally ask what she'd wondered. Frankly, I was getting sick of coffee, and you seemed to be, too. Regardless of how much we drank, we couldn’t empty our cups. Did you ever have a frustration dream? One in which you couldn’t do something important, no matter how hard you tried? That’s what I felt. I was so frustrated by the situation, and there didn’t seem to be anything I could do. It took a while, but I finally got angry. I tried to hide my anger from you, but you saw it. You started to cry. By now, I know that you know how. The site and odor of the musky fluid send ripples into my veins. I had not seen such a visual splendor in my life. She emptied her bladder, got up and disappeared into the lush plantations. Days passed by, but i never got an opportunity to get a glimpse of my new found love. But one day the sun shined again. It was early morning there was no one around. All houses were far away from our home. I saw mom going towards our plantations. This time I followed her with out slippers, so that the dry. She helped me out of my own white t-shirt. Her lips going to my shoulders, but I wanted them, they had to be mine again so I kissed her, and I kissed her again, feeling her hands fiddle with the jeans, they dropped. Oh, how I wish I could have had her right there, but this was her night, not mine. I stopped her before she could get into the dark blue boxers I wore. I layed her on those roses and dug my nose into her panties. I could smell her, I could smell her love filling the room, soon the.