“We tried to talk to her, but we couldn’t understand anything she was saying.”“Bobo, what do you think?”Bobo had been quiet so far, crouched...down so he could peer at the girl. The almost mirror-like effect of her armor reflected all the different mage lights in the room, making it hard to stare directly at her.“What?” he asked, looking up. “Oh, talking to her? I’m not sure. Languages change over time, and we’re just guessing at how the first peoples’ language was pronounced. I can try.”“I meant. "I know, my dearest. I don't want you to go back. I couldn't bear to lose you again. It's just that... well, I haven't figured out a way to keep you here after the holidays. I've racked my brain, and everything I come up with is N.G." Daddy..." she began softly, "I thought of something. It's kind of extreme, but I think it could work..."He raised his head and looked directly at her, his eyebrows raised in expectation. "Tell me!" Well, I was thinking that if you... if you got married again...". I quietly entered and found my mother sleeping peacefully on the couch. I also could not help but notice that she was wearing a flimsy red satin nightgown and sticking out of it was my mother's breast. The nipple, perhaps sensing my arrival proceeded to enlarge itself til it stood perfectly erect before my very eyes. Up until this point the very thought of touching my mother had never crossed through my mind. I could not resist, with my cock stiff and begging for release from the confines of my. The closed toe pointy kind, with no sides and ankle straps. And a pretty florescent blue pageboy wig. Then she fucked me. She fucked me with her strap-on and I came. The biggest come I've ever had. She didn't even touch my clit. I came from her fucking my pussy.I sat on the bed, blindfolded, sipping white wine. She gave me white wine because it was more girly, more feminine. God help me, I did feel so feminine. And fuckable. I wanted more from her. She had gone to answer the door. But she had.