At sixteen I began dating - it was what I was supposed to do right? My buddies were starting - the conversations outside school were always about girl... and sex. This didn't mean my desire for mother lessened, only that the realities of life were staring me blankly in the face. Mother belonged to my father, whom I loved, and my desires were simply not realistic.That didn't deter me to be more open with my feelings toward her - I returned to kissing her on the lips something I had not done since. On those nights, after we would part, I would lie in bed alone, pleasuring myself, wanting to call him to me and invite him to be my lover. When I showered, my fingers would find the slippery folds of my pussy and rub my clit and I would imagine him thrusting deeply inside me, completing me. I imagined him, at home alone, white cotton sheets covering his nude body, his erection tenting the covers, a sheen of perspiration covering his lean frame as he lay tortured, frustrated and aroused,. “Thank you, sir, it is more than appreciated, and I might add going to be more than necessary, your help I mean.”They talked a bit longer and then she left.The door closed behind his ex-daughter-in-law. Or, maybe she still was his daughter-in-law at least on some level. He could see she was sincere in her desire to help his boy. Yes, he was going to do what he could to help her get through to his baby boy; he was determined in that regard. He started to cry. He was too old for this. Daddies. I looked up at him, and he looked very scared, but I loved staring into his eyes as I stroked his cock. Neither of us said a word as it got fully hard. I finally took my eyes off of his and looked down as his now hard cock. It was a foot long and so thick that one hand couldn’t even come close to wrapping around it. I looked back at him and asked if it felt good. He let out a soft moan that I took as a yes.As I stared at the tip of his fat cock, I took things a step further and licked around.