"Are you thinkin' about your dad?" She sat down next to me, on a stool at the breakfast counter, folding her arms under head and sort of lying down th...t way."Uh-huh," I shrugged. "I want to call him, but I don't know what to say." Yeah." Debbie closed her eyes. She was just wearing panties, little white ones and nothing else. I wore a bathrobe."You want to eat?" I asked her, but Deb just shook her head. I wasn't hungry either."Michael wants me to have sex with some guys tonight," Debbie sighed.. Now, in the dim pre-dawn light of her bedroom, he watched her sleeping and asked himself why he hadn’t just refused. He’d wanted to tell her that he wanted all of her or nothing but he’d stopped himself, knowing that that for sure would kill any relationship between them, friends or otherwise. In the end, he’d decided that this way, he was getting all of her. It was perhaps a little more convoluted than that and his tangled emotions told him it wasn’t the way he wanted things to be. For now, he. It was now or never, so I quickly stripped off to reveal my rampant erection. I bent over and started kissing her deeply whilst exploring her fanny with my hand. When I finally took my tongue out of her mouth, she managed to ask what I was doing and reminded me she was my mum, but she didn't try to stop me. I moved my head down and started sucking her erect nipples, all the while fingering her fanny, and she moaned with pleasure, and thrusted her hips up to meet my hand.By this time I had got. ’ ‘No.’ ‘So what did you inherit? Not money, but temperament, personality, skills.’ ‘I don’t think they have anything to do with who I am.’ ‘Congratulations. You’re the first,’ he said. ‘Maybe they do. Are you sure you don’t want to listen to Metallica?’ We talked politics. He was a tree hugger, big surprise, he even composted their grass clippings. He was appalled that I wasn’t even registered to vote. All those people fought and died so he could vote. So many women struggled so I could vote..