Closing the door to my room I stand with my back to the crazed encounter that I had manufactured, never realizing for a second that it might actually ...ork.Let me admit to you my biggest secret — I have lusted after my mother since I can remember, certainly before puberty turned my fantasies into sordid events. Of course I know this makes me some kind of warped pervert — I could never reveal my desires to anyone, especially my own mother. It's strange living with a parent who you lust after —. So Thursday rolls around, 8:00, like clock work (pardon the easy pun), she comes in. Of course she has the keys. It’s a HOT day, probable around 85 at this time and humid as hell – well I’m not sure how humid hell is but it must be. I’m in my office wearing only shorts – not underwear, summer shorts. Naked chest. By the way, I’m no model either, far from it. Probably a cross between Joe Pesci, (the looks) Danny Devito (the attitude) and Robert DeNiro (the dark complexion and staring eyes). So. It had been two days and she could still feel Frank's hands and mouth on her boobs. God, how could a man spend that many hours playing with a woman's breasts? They simply weren't that interesting. But he had kept his erection all evening while he was playing with her. Arousing him like that hadn't been her idea but there was no way that she could tell him that he wasn't getting any relief when they went to bed. She had had to force herself to smile at him and part her legs wide. Actually, the. I said your bedroom or mine.She said mine.We went to her bedroom and I was still not convinced this was a good thing to do. I had sex with about four other girls before Jan – two were one night stands and two were girl friends for a while and sex was part of it. I thought this has got to be like a one night stand – sex for the sake of sex. It wasn’t to prove anything it was just going to be sex.We both undressed and I hadn’t seen Jenny naked for years and I was pleasantly surprised she had a.