She was Mom’s woman now, and that was great, but Mom still craved, still needed, a man in her life. Mom had looked out for me so many times over the...years, so why wouldn’t I be there for her in her time of need, repaying her in kind by taking over the role of her male lover and protector, the father of her last child?“Penny for your thoughts, my son?” Mom asked me as she noticed me softening a little, only to harden all over again and resume fucking her with a vengeance.“Dad ... and you. I want. He looked at her and said I’m going to tell you how it’s going to be from now on. You will soon get into that nighty there. But before then let me explain. I’m taking you with me. You will leave this life behind. You will be my personal slave, you will cook for me clean for me and serve me sexually as I see fit. You will also be my baby girl. I will treat you as such for all intents you will be my daughter. You will dress as a teenage girl. Well will grab some stuff for you before we leave. We. You already know this.”I grunted assent. Making Mandy climax during actual intercourse was a Herculean task; she needed to be penetrated very hard and fast to get the stimulation she required to reach orgasm; I was sure that when I made such attempts, my arse was just a blur as I pounded into her like a jackhammer. The catch with such frenzied fucking, of course, was that I almost always helplessly reached my own climax well in advance of hers – which made it a self-defeating exercise. It was. “Shall we head to the bedroom?” she asked, taking my hand and leading me there without waiting for an answer. Sitting me on the bed, she continued to strip. First, her uniform skirt, her slip, and her girdle. Then she put a foot up on the bed, between my legs, her toes nestled against my erection. Peeling off the stocking while caressing my cock with her foot. It made me moan. She smiled as she repeated the process with her other foot. Then she stepped forward, pulling my head down to her white.