It was when Colin was eight years old. One day he was running around the house playing with a plastic water gun. He had squirted Aileen a few times an... she reprimanded him for it but she could never get truly mad with Colin, he was just caught up in his play and Aileen had to admit it always gave her joy to see Colin in a happy mood, so she hadn't been too stern with him. That had been a mistake. Colin eventually found his father in the den watching a baseball game. Fred was drunk and his team. After a couple of minutes of this, she increased the pressure on her finger. Parting her wet pussy lips, she continued to stroke up, circling her clit, continuing to rub her finger down her open slit.I turned to her, saying, “Are you wet?”Looking back at me, she answered, “Yes, I am very wet and it feels so good,” whilst continuing to rub her pussy.I looked down at her pussy whilst driving along before saying, “Put a finger in and show me.”She pushed her index finger deep inside, letting out a. On the day my daddy died, I needed five dollars for a rock star poster.I think I grew to like her attentions, but my memories are too fragmented with my own delusions to be sure. In truth, we probably only had sex a couple times a week, and most of the rest of the time, my mom was better than a lot of mothers. She didn't shirk parenting simply because I was her fuck doll. I said she refused to admit ever having assaulting me. Her drinking was like curtain. When she didn't drink, she took me to. ... only to meet my hand in mid-air."Since you're so pathetically and easily distracted, you have until lunch to think on what I said."I got to my feet and was out the door on my way to my bedroom."Christie! Attend me!"Once she caught up to me I closed and locked the bedroom door behind me.I extended my arms and she undressed me."Prepare an enema for me," I said.Twenty minutes later I was doing some thinking of my own while Christie tongued my clean sphincter. No matter what her oral talents, I.