She was huffing and puffing when I told her I knew she came into my room and was looking at my hard cock too. “All right smart ass. What do you want...to destroy everything… money, more freedom, what?” This was going to be tough, but I held myself up and told her, I wanted her, I wanted my mother to be my sex slave. To do anything I wanted her to do, anytime. She got up and headed for me with her hand above her head. I yelled to her, “I wouldn’t do that mom, or dad and your friends might just see. — Il y a quelque chose dont j’aurais très envie… que je voudrais faire maintenant avec vous…Elle accentua encore l’étreinte de sa main contre la mienne comme pour se donner du courage ou peut-être me rassurer moi-même.— J’ai très envie de sentir vos lèvres tout contre mes lèvres intimes… Je voudrais faire pipi dans votre bouche.Et au cas où je n’aurais pas compris le sens de ses propos :— Je veux que vous m’embrassiez entre les jambes… J’aimerais tellement… et aussi vous voir me boire…Le. Movement, breathing. She smiled secretly.Am I still pretty to you, Jerry... Jerome... whoever you are? Prettier now? Prettier than those other girls? Her mind and body were ablaze.Now for the grand final, she mused.She hooked a thumb in each side of her panties and slowly tugged downward. She knew the precise moment that the edge of her panties reached her pubic hair... then on past her now fully engorged labia. A moment later, the wisp of lace pooled around her ankles and cool air swept. I felt completely selfish! I should have stopped this a year ago! She was young and had her whole life ahead of her! I had no right to jeopardize her future! What if someone from Stanford had found out she was having an affair with a married man! I'm not married now, but I was when this began! I should have dismissed it as a crush and kept my distance! Then the vision of her naked in front of me wouldn't leave my mind. Her pale skin, the way her long red hair draped over her freckled shoulders,.