"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked I just nodded. He laid his head back and moaned as I stroked him. Then I leaned forward and started licki...g the underside of his shaft. "Oh son that feels good. I've fantasized so many times about this." I then slid my mouth slowly and gently over the head of his now throbbing cock. He let out a long moan and started stroking my hair. I slowly slid down his shaft until his head was in my throat. Then I started moving up and down on it slowly at first. He treated me well and had gone to college for a couple of years, actually read books which, for the guys my mother usually hooked-up with, was quite the departure.When report card time came around, it was Craig that asked how I did. I was a good student, another area where my mom and I differ, there are many. Anyway, you would have thought Craig was my real father the way he cared about me. He's more than any stepdaughter could reasonably expect.My mom, on the other hand, finally broke the. She’d always known she was attractive—but—she wasn’t Tasha. This evening, Tasha was wearing a simple, sheer cover-up, which just perfectly hinted to the bikini top she was hiding underneath. A tight fitting pair of shorts completed the outfit. On some women, the outfit might have looked slutty. Other women couldn’t have pulled it off at all. On Tasha, it was stunning. Everything was stunning on Tasha. Heather had already noticed more than a few guys glancing at Tasha’s legs. A few had been. There is a fairly large machine of some sort next to the bed. Other than that, it’s just a white room.Then three people enter the room and Margie’s attention is heightened a lot. Two of the people are totally naked. The third, a woman she’s seen around the offices, is dressed and wearing a white lab coat. The third person takes some wires from the other two and plugs them into the machine. They apparently say a few things to each other. The third person must be checking whether the wires are.