She thought about the Provincial Government contract that she was short-listed for. Add that to my credentials and I'll really have something to sell....She jumped when the phone rang. She looked at her watch and smiled. It was exactly eight o'clock.She picked up the phone and using her sexiest voice crooned, "Hi there." Ingrid?" There was a pause. "Is that you?" It was Steve, predictably right on time."Who else would it be, handsome?" she continued in her seductive tone.He laughed. "It's good to. . Shit!... I did it again!' I tried to hunch over as I left the room trying to hide my manhood, but I swear I heard Mom giggling as I made my way out. I was back in my room before you could say motherfucker twice. As I lay there, I tried to sort out what was going on inside my head. 'Okay, so Mom is hot... but it's just so Wrong!... I do want to lick her all over, though... No!...Bad!... I will not think about my own Mother like That!... My fit!, Sexy!, Fuckable!, Mega MILF Mom!...noooooo!... I. “Daddy’s turn,” he says as he licks my length and lays back.Something about his position triggers a memory his legs were spread wide, his arms wrapped around his thighs as he presents his hole to me his hand goes to his cock and he starts to stroke.“Dylan, I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you like this with your friend Scott. Do you remember?”I groan as I slide lube along my length, but don’t respond.“I remember clearly. You were sixteen, I had come upstairs because I thought I heard. Being the dirty fucker that I am and always being curious of how her pussy would smell and taste, my thoughts went to plotting the ifs. Could I possibly find her panties, clean or dirty, or something else, a picture, a toy, etc.So as my day went on, I would get closer into her room when I would head to the bathroom, seeing how much time I would have, in case someone walked in the house, or came near her room. I mean, how the hell would I explain that to anyone. So, I had to be careful. That.