Her tits were still wet with his come juice, and her knees became slippery from it."Fuck me, fuck me!" she squealed. "Fuck me with your cunt-licking t...ngue, darling! Oooooh, tongue fuck mother's cunt! Oh, you suck my pussy so good! Eat me... suck me... tongue me!"Robert gripped the cheeks of his mother's ass, ramming his tongue in and out of her satiny cunt with darting thrusts. He looked in to her eyes, seeing the heat glow in them, the glazed expression on her face. He opened his mouth wide,. Maybe he is just saying that in order to get in my pants again. I thought about the last time. It did feel good but I shouldn’t, I couldn’t. What if he gets mad at me? Oh, what should I do? Go to his room, a room with a bed. All these thoughts went through my mind. What would happen? What would he want to do to me? The only reason he got my panties off were because I lost control (I had a habit of blaming myself for everything that went wrong). I could keep control. Worse case we would. He was just staring at my boobs in bra with cleavage, my waist and legs. I could see the bulge in his pants but his silence was giving me lot of confidence when mom came I changed my dress into a normal one.My dad came to know that the whole show is for him only from next day onwards I stopped wearing shirt in front of dad and used to go in front of him only in bra and skirt. This became a normal routine for me to go in front of dad in semi-nude condition. I used to wear different types of bra. “When I undid the curse on you, it took everything I had.”“It wasn’t a curse!” he insisted.“I’m just calling it that,” she said. “Let’s not get hung up about semantics.”“It’s not just semantics,” said Bobby. “The word ‘curse’ carries firm connotations, all of them bad ones. What happened to me wasn’t bad. It just let me say what I was thinking about.”“You mean like I just told you I want to jump your bones? That I want to fuck you senseless? That I want to spend all day in bed with you, and.