"I thought it fitting, Daddy." She said, flashing a wicked smile."This topic is starting to wierd me out, Mel." Why is that, David? You've had no issu... banging your foster mother." That's different. Keyword being 'foster'." You've mentioned on more than one ocassion that you see me as your mother, not foster mother, David." She said, matter-of-factly, as she brought another helping of clam chowder to her mouth."It's still different, Mel, and you know it." David, even if you were my biological. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!...." Your juices running down my face, my tongue laps hungrily trying to capture your essence as it flows from you. Then suddenly you pull away. It's too much, too sensitive and you can't take any more. You look at me, panting, unable to say anything. Till finally, you gasp, "That was good" You take my still hard cock, rub your hand up and down it for a few strokes and then position yourself above me. I close my eyes briefly from the pleasure as you rub the tip of my. .one of her hand pressed the back of my head to have better contact with her back area… my face almost submerged in those heavenly cheeks…. “Hey you are licking the hole from where I shit… you are smooching the point from where I pass my turds… you like that…” I could not reply as was too struck in there…. She was wet in the front again and made me suck her pink petals again….. Then she lay exhausted on the bus seat and I lowered my lips to her feet, licking them, smooching. “Thanks. That was incredible,” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to give me a kiss goodbye. Her hand sought out my heavy manhood as she gave me a final warm soft kiss.“Anytime. Stay in touch. And hey,” I said as I opened the door for her, “I’ll let you know the next time Emma’s available.”“That would be perfect,” she said as she breezed through the door and turned to look back at me over her shoulder. “Thanks, Uncle Jeff.” She winked and disappeared into the night. I walked into the kitchen,.