I used to find it very annoying when he would steal my panties from the dirty washing basket just to run away with them and lick them to death. He was...obviously keen on the taste/scent but I didn't give it a second thought.I had really long, jet black hair, down to my butt length and I took very good care of it so when I washed it in the shower this usually took quite a lot of time especially if I were using conditioner and a hair mask etc. This day however I had scooped it up into a bun and. "She didn't laugh. She sighed instead. "You know what I mean. I'm talking a close family member. Like a brother, or sister, or parent."Still ambiguous. Before I could respond, she continued."I mean, you sleep in the same bed with your mom. Surely you sometimes have fantasies about her, you know, about being sexually intimate with her."Well, hell. What do I do now? 'Honesty' was the first word that popped into my head. Complete honesty, time to buck up and be a man. I needed to stop dancing. She engulfed my dick and got half my shaft down her throat before she gagged and chocked on my cock. I smacked her ass and spread her cheeks and she screamed and moaned.I barely got going eating her ass when Tracy tensed up and stopped sucking my cock. "Mom, I thought you left for work?" Tracy said. "What are you doing little girl?" Tracy Mom said. "Mom this is Buck he works were we take the van to get service. He gave me a ride home last night from Summer house," Tracy said. "You met him at. I'm signing off now." I had this sinking feeling in my stomach. I was curious, yet scared. And still very confused. What's the point of being a good girl if I'm going to get punished anyway? And now I was faced with a dilemma. Do I go to the Hilton at 5:15? Or should I just call off all these games and go home to my husband. If I go home, my husband and I will eat dinner together, watch some TV, and go to bed. If I'm really lucky, we may have some mediocre sex. And if I meet Sir Rube? My.