I felt an arm go around my shoulder and looked up to see the womansmiling at me.Mr. Reed began to speak, "Let me introduce Marion Clayton this ladywil... look after you and ensure you get the help and support you need."I looked up at her and tried to give her a smile, I guessed that shewas about thirty-five maybe a couple of years older. She had an honestface and wore very little make up. I could no longer hold back myemotions I ended up sobbing my heart out, she turned to face me andtook me in. Sometimes I see myself as a painter, frantically fluttering my brush over the canvass, creating the same vision of beauty as I behold in you. Other nights, I am a musician, composing sorrowful music to a long lost love. In each, I am seeking that same feeling of love, and helplessly searching for an answer to a question I can never ask. Who are you, Rose, and why do you rule my dreams?”As has happened on so many mornings, a tear from the loss I felt formed in my eye and dropped wetly on the. We moved back to play the next set. My cock was throbbing and I couldn't wait to be inside her wet puss. However I won the first game but Jessica then won the next two games and winning the grand prize 3 sets to 1. We then stood up and Jes placed her hand around my hard cock and led me to the bedroom. She kneeled down like a bitch on her hands and knees and asked if I could first spank her before I fuck her. I said sure thing baby as I stood behind her looking down at her wet puss and tight. For those of you who care to know, once you understand my tarnished background, troubled past, and my tormented mind, you’ll no longer wonder why I not only enjoy writing erotica but also why I enjoy writing incestuous stories. * * * * * ‘I Love You, Mommy!’ I wrote that story under my WmForrester name back in October of 2009. I Love You, Mommy was the most read story in all of 2010. Presently, it sits at #77 of the 250 most read Literotica stories of all time with more than 1.2 million hits,.