. but he’ll understand. My clock is ticking and the first one is yours. I want you to have that honor. It’s the least that I can do for you ... lo...er,” Lucinda added, “Call me Lucinda in private, even if you have to call me Ms. Clarke in public. I insist. I have an anchor baby and you’re the father.”“Anchor baby?” I asked her, quite curious now.“I was born in Belize. Local mother, Scottish father. Hence the Clarke surname. Gods willing, I’ll never have to return now, not pregnant with a future. Throughout all of this, her breathing was heavy, fast, and furious. I then moved my hand further down my mother’s body. I needed more. I quickly grabbed her womanhood through the material of her panties. She gasped. I pushed forcefully and began to rub my entire palm up and down her pussy. I could feel the dampness already as it soaked through the material. Her hips were moving rhythmically along with my hand. At this point, the two of us were kissing passionately and I still could hear her. She has dark hair in sort of a straight line running about an inch wide by about three inches long starting just above her clit. She was extremely wet and her pussy lips were really swollen even without my touching them. I touched her clit and got sort of the same response as last time-she pulled away. I shifted my fingers to just above her clit and stretched the skin (sort of pulled up just a little) with two fingers to better expose her clit and then I moved in and put my lips on it. I swear. I was just so turned on, I wasn't able to." Wait a minute; you knew what we were doing?" Rosie hadn't considered this possibility.I sheepishly nodded my head. Without giving thought to what I was about to say, I began to tell her everything - about how I watched her get naked the night before and how much that excited me. I admitted to fondling her even though I realized who she was. I was rambling apologetically. I couldn't read the expression on her face. I realized I said more than I should.