I wanted him to be happy - that's what truly made me happy.Of course anyone could tell something was missing - Daddy needed a wife. How could he get a...son or even have his man needs cared for without a wife. I tried to fix him up with every woman I could find but he just wouldn't take any woman. I found a few that were young and pretty and still he just wasn't interested. Somehow I was secretly glad but somehow I was worried too. I knew enough to know a man has man needs and I was sure my daddy. I awoke with the smell of coffee and toast drifting from down stairs, it was obvious that mum was up and had made breakfast, I stretched a little then made my way to the bathroom, I could tell mum have been there by the sweet scent she had left behind, I took a shower then returned to my bedroom, I put on a matching set of white underwear then sat down to put on my makeup, I never put my makeup on too heavy but just to accentuate my eyes which mum said were electrify and attractive, I slipped. Suddenly her hormones went raging out of control and she wanted my fuckstick in her mouth or cunt, or my tongue on her clit, 24/7. Often when I got home from work, I didn’t even get three steps inside before her nude body jumped me. We fucked up a storm all over the place — in our bed, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room, on the balcony and, when we were away from home, in our car. One warm Summer night about three months after Anna gave birth, she and I were lying nude on top of. --- The day had come for the arrival of Andrew and Cara, and once again, for the umpteenth time that week, I found myself fighting the urge to masturbate so that I could get the very most from what was going to come. I greeted them at the door with all their equipment and welcomed them in, practically bouncing around with delight as we embraced, seeing their warm faces for the first time in real life. I noted the slim leather collar present on Cara’s neck and the travel massage bed that Andrew.