I could not believe that my mother had stroked my cock and was now licking my cum. When my mother finished I rolled on top of her. I slowly started to...stroke her pantyhose covered legs. I love the feel of the material on my fingertips. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. She placed a finger between her lips and let out a moan.I could smell the aroma coming from her womanhood. She was glistening and wet. I lower my head to her lips and took a breath. I licked the juices to see what they. I finally must have passed out from exhaustion for the next thing I remembered was the front door opening and closing and then Dana appearing in my bedroom."Good morning, Joannie. I bet you wish that I was putting on another strip show for you, but that will never happen as long as you are Joannie, you see I am not a lesbian, although there is still hope that you will become one. First things, first though, let's change your diaper and give you a new one."Dana approached the bed and pulled out. And talked. And made love...We learned bits and pieces of each other's prior life even as we planned our future. It was that simple. Like we'd been hit by lightning.Marisa loved sex. Loved fucking. Loved talking about it. Graphically. You'd think a girl who'd been raped at such a young age would have forever been turned against it. She hadn't been. She loved it. And wasn't shy about letting me know it. And surprisingly, when she told me stories of the men and boys she'd been with, I wasn't. He looked up... and wondered how such a beautiful woman could have snuck into the house without him noticing. It was only when he glimpsed that unmistakable nose that he was really convinced this was his daughter.Blossom's lithe legs flashed down the stairs; with every step the dress's slits parted, revealing a long expanse of leg encased in sheer black stockings. The velvet clung tightly to her young body, emphasizing the slim waist, the full breasts. A gold pendant on a thin chain hung just.