He let out a nervous laugh as he hugged her back. He felt how thin she was in his hands. He noticed that she was about an A or B cup, but had an hourg...ass figure, similar to her daughter. Over her shoulder he saw a man at a chopping board in the kitchen, and Claire on a stool on the opposite side of the counter. He suddenly felt nervous about hugging her in front of Claire and her father. “Come on in, get warm.”Brandon was immediately impressed with Claire’s house. The kitchen looked brand new. Not to play football, but to study computer design and programming at Whitman College. I did try out for the team, but was cut fairly early on. I wasn't distressed by this, as it was not my driving force anymore. School was. For the first semester, I was pretty homesick, but I balanced that off with the knowledge that I was getting a quality education. Then it all changed.I was at a party off campus, something I generally never did, even in high school. School meant too much to me to throw it. Watching as my trembling fingers slid down the soft roundness of my stomach. "There you go. Feel how wet you are already for daddy." he smirks looking at me. "See how you respond when daddy is here to take care of your little fuck hole? And it's only been a few minutes." He moves his head closer to my frame making my toes curl without him even touching me. "Easy babygirl easy." He strokes my stomach. My finger slides up and down my dripping wet sex. He is driving me crazy. As he is just a inch. ”“Okay mum,” I said. Once in the bathroom, I started the shower. I grabbed an extra towel and went to bring it down the hall to my mother. As I approached her door, I could see her through the dusky darkness, laying down like she was with her hand between her legs. She was writhing back and forth, slowly and softly moaning. I didn’t interrupt, but stood there and watched her. She was using one hand to massage her breasts and the other was between her legs. It made me think of the movies I had.