She unexpectedly found that the greatest feeling that shehad was her pleasure of being so close with Frank. This wasn't a feelingthat she recognized a... all, in fact she had only really ever experiencedphysical pleasure during sex and the new emotional sense was a littleunnerving. But it was so immense she knew she never wanted to be withoutthis feeling again. The feminine feeling that Lindsay had was unexplainable. She loved theway that Frank would slide his hands firmly up her smooth thigh.. My hips moved, wiggling and undulating just how Mom taught me. “Do you love my pussy riding your dick?”“So much,” he groaned, hands moving. He seized my tits, rough hands squeezing hard.It hurt. I loved it.“Fuck your daddy's cock, you little slut!” he growled, bearded face burning with pleasure. “Do it!”“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, pumping my hips faster and faster. I worked my cunt up and down his dick, drinking in the rapture. I slammed down him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone, my pussy. He..." she stammered, finding it impossible to put into words what had transpired in her son's room."What is it Helen? I don't think I've ever seen you so nervous." You'd be nervous too if your son made a pass at you." What?" smiled her friend, believing that Helen was either pulling her leg or over dramatizing. She saw Helen nod her head confirming her statement. "Well, come on now, every boy goes through that phase of having a crush on his mother." This isn't like that. He all but bragged. Not that it much mattered now since they had all gotten eye- full of my charms already."Young man," my mother said to Rob," you come with me and let's talk this through." Mom was a great one for talking things through, but I knew from experience that Hank wasn't.I walked by them on my way to my room thinking that I would be severely punished for what I had done. I went upstairs and with the towel still around me and started searching in my closet for something to wear. For all I knew my bikini.