So there I stood, sipping my ten ounces of peppered vodka and listening to two college seniors discussing the relative merits of deconstructionist the...ry, when I noticed the woman who was standing next to me. I had to look down a bit. She was only five feet five inches tall. Her hair was reddish, but not like mine; hers was a darker, more burgundy-ish color. Cut short, it was only slightly longer than the ROTC students I'd seen marching around campus. Her skin was pale, but darker than my own. I didnt argue too much about that at all. For years I had been lusting for Moms luscious big body, and had shed many a spurt of cum fantasizing about what I would like to do to her. Mom blew out the kerosene lamp, and I could dimly see her getting into her cotton nightgown. I took off all my clothes except my shorts, and we got into bed. For a while we lay silently. Then Mom said, Im glad I brought you along. Im feeling pretty blue about Dad, and Id really like to have somebody hold me. She. "It's open," a female voice called."Uh-" Brendan stammered. "It's the mailman."He thought he heard a muffled giggle. "I know, silly," the same voice said. "And I said it's open."Brendan turned the handle and entered 193 Weaver with all the trepidation of a young boy stepping into a haunted house. His eyes widened at what he saw.He should have known better than to believe she'd be "just some MILF." The woman of about 40 who greeted him was absolutely stunning. He looked her up and down from her. He undressed her and threw all her clothing to the floor, leaving her in her pink Little Mermaid panties and white socks on.Abby lied on the bed and she could feel her dad spreading her legs apart and placed both her legs in a missionary position. Then she could feel him on top of him, hugging her and kissed her mouth over and over again. After that, she saw him taking off his light blue underwear and his hard cock can be seen sticking out straight. Then he climbed back onto the bed and knelt.