I was able to go outside and come into the house like I just got home and she never knew. You made her so happy, Tim…and I was glad that she was ha...py. She has been so bitchy lately!” Again, she let out a laugh at her admission. She was successful at getting me to let my guard down and I eased my stance and once again found myself admiring her teen body. Was she right in what she said? And why was she telling me all this instead of just letting it go? I knew I had to say something. I'm asleep practically before my head hits the pillow. Dreaming my favorite dream.At breakfast the next morning, Johnny is busy cooking for both Momma and I before we leave for work. He had spent many years as a bachelor, but at an early age Johnny's mother had taught him to cook, clean and do laundry. She wanted her little boy to be self sufficient. Johnny was a terrific cook. As Momma prepares to leave the house, she give me a long sweet kiss on my cheek and say's “I love you baby. I spread the top part of her lips with my other hand so that her clit was right out in the open for Jim to see. She asked me to hurry up and fuck her. She was never one for too much foreplay and was also capable of multiple orgasms. The lack of foreplay sometimes caused a problem as she quite often was telling me to fuck her before I was ready or able. This time, however, I was certainly ready and able. I took my finger out of her cunt and she rolled over and got up on her elbows and knees, her. This was all Cheryl Elliston’s fault. Why did she and her deviant family have to be my patients? I bet Clint was fucking all of them. His sisters, his mother, definitely his cousins, and his aunt. It was so wrong. So taboo.My pussy clenched so hard. I had to get laid. It had been so long. Several years.“Well?” James asked, shaking his head. “You seem out of it.”“Just a weird day at work,” I said, throwing my daughter’s soiled thong into the washer machine. “Let’s eat.”James WilsonI ran my hands.