"Let's face it, Mom, we're on a roll. We got to pour it on." Are we still keeping it in the family?" Betsy Underwood asked her daughter."Why? Is there...somebody in the family you're just dying to fuck?" Ever since I was just about your age," Betsy wistfully sighed. "He was always there, but he never touched me except just that once. Just a couple of fingers in my hot, young pussy for a few seconds while we were kids and that was it. But I never got it." Uncle Matt?" Millie guessed.At the mention. Y'know? I mean, you see what I usually wear. I was a tomboy, Chrissy! I hated dressing up when I was a kid and I never had an interest in that shit until now. And now I wanna get Todd turned on and stuff, but... BAH!” She sat up and buried her face in her hands. I made my mind up. April was going to become a desirable woman even if it killed me. “Okay, you and I are going shopping tomorrow. We're gonna get you looking hot. Got a couple of hundred?” I asked. “Yeah,” she replied. “Okay. Meet. ." Why?" Well. I mean-- you're... you're so..." she beat around the bush, trying not to say what was on her mind, until she suddenly blurted out: "You're fucking hot." Well, recently I kind of took notice of you and thought you were pretty hot yourself."Silence again. "Wow..." then, in disbelief, "Really?" But you never told me about your boyfriend." Well he's just kind of my boyfriend! I mean... oh god I shouldn't say..." What?" No, it'll ruin everything." You should say it. Because I don't. He paused, then thrust the rest of his enormous fleshy rod up all the way to the hilt in her belly, ramming it into her so hard that tears filled her eyes from the painful agony. He'd waited too long already for this -- there was no time now for building up slowly, he pumped into her like a stallion mounting a mare in heat, thrusting in hard and fast in a frantic rhythm that threatened to split her in half with its fury. He'd been led too far -- the delicious thrill of having the beautiful.