I knew it is not right for a mom to think about her daughter this way. I tried to control such emotions and welcomed her home with a hug.I have hugged...my daughter many times, but this hug was different. It was a long and slow hug, where my daughter held me tightly and our boobs were pressed against each other. An electric pulse passed through my body. Then we broke the hug off.Then somedays passed, I noticed some strange behavior with my daughter. She started hugging and kissing me often, it. By the time she picked up the phone I was nearly soft. “Have you passed Dinsmore Park yet?” I heard her ask. “No, it is in the next block.” “Good. Pull in and then call me.” The line went dead, which was probably a good thing because I probably would have said, “No.” It had gone well, but, this was crazy. I saw the sign for the park and I began to drive by, but instead, flipped on the turn signal and pulled to the far end of the lot, near the pool. There were very few people in the. Brian moaned softly as they met.This was different from our first kiss. While it was soft and gentle initially, it grew more passionate. I began to feel a growing desire. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to please him.Breaking off the kiss, he looked into my eyes and softly said, “I want to make love to you.”Hearing that, I melted inside; almost orgasming on his words. Unlike other boys who suggested, “Let’s do it,” or “I want to fuck you,” here was this beautiful man telling me he wanted to. Her low cut and loose blouse had fallen away, revealing an expanse of smooth, pale curvaceous skin. She was definitely a healthy C-cup and was that a bit of areola peeking out above the lace? Dave let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and then caught himself. He'd been staring. Feeling the flush beginning to rise in his cheeks, he quickly diverted his gaze to Jen's face. She was smiling too smugly to break into laughter and he knew he'd been caught."Feeling a little merrier.