I do believe I have an effect on you. I have to see it.” She pulled the sheet down to expose my raging hard on.She said, “You are bigger than your...Dad. I’ll bet you give the girls a thrill with this.”I implored, “Mom, do you realize what you are doing. I’m your son.”“I know you are, but I’ve seen you trying to peek at me when I undress. Haven’t you fantasized about having sex with me?”I hated to admit it, but I said, “Well........, I have thought about it.”“Did you ever masturbate thinking of. Thank God, it was going to be a private, invitationonly affair. The Donaldson's were regular army to the core and then some. They wererich too. Pictures of Donaldson's killed in combat lined the grand staircaseof the family mansion. British bayonets had gutted a Uriah Donaldson at BunkerHill. Major Clement Donaldson had ended his days at Chickamauga, supposedlystanding beside General Thomas, the Rock of Chickamauga until a mini-ball tookoff part of his skull. Two Donaldsons gave their all. Teresa’s mom was waiting for me on the sidewalk and I was a little bit fearful because sometimes the Italian females tend to get a little emotional about daughters and sisters and some crazy sense of honor about things that were just plain old instinct and more in need of getting used rather than just falling into a depressed state of mind over some silly love interest that had already moved on to greener pastures.“You no-good Irish prick. Why do you fuck my daughter with your frat-boy cock?. She had submitted, and that meant the fun could begin. “Look into my eyes and say it.” I said. This was her final test. “Cock. Your big, fat, pulsing… cock.” She had mustered all of her courage for that one moment, and the fire in her eyes burned anew. “Good. Very good. Now, what would you like to do with that cock? Would you like it in your mouth? Do you want to taste it?” I was teasing her now. A glance down showed that tiny rivulets of her juice ran down her thighs, still bound by my.