"The resemblance to Donna is remarkable. May I?" He reached out and placed a hand on her waist, sliding it under her blouse caress her midriff."I--I....." Harmon added a second hand on her midriff and Noreen stammered, "I don't think you..." Got this familiar with your daughter?" Harmon finished for her. "Well, you'd be surprised. You ARE aware that Donna and Mac are having sex, aren't you, Darlin'?" Wh--what?" Noreen gasped."When I first laid eyes on Donna, she was sucking Mac's cock, actually,". Mom bent down and started again. Her lips were slow and gently at first slowly and then she started building up the rhythm.I looked out of the window, trying to relax. The sun was shining and the old oak tree outside stood as study as ever, its leaves barely moving in the wind. Dad and sis were playing with our dog down on the yard. It had been dad's idea to ask mom if I could practice with her. I hadn't been so sure about it initially, but today I had finally gathered my courage and talked to. ‘Bitch, your food is here.’ Buckley spoke with an air of indifference. He didn’t even bother stepping inside the cell, instead leaning against the open door leaving James to go in alone. James carefully handed the bowl to Azalea almost flinching as she thanked him. Her words almost inaudible, even in the silence. Quickly he turned on his heel and left Buckley to lock the cell. The shame was now becoming a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in it. — Azalea waited until Buckley had left to. ”“Okay Hun goodnight.”“Goodnight Mom.” She walked down the hall to her and James's bathroom. I heard her take her shower and shortly after go to her room and close the door. It was about an hour or so later when James came walking in. I was still sitting in the recliner watching TV; when I saw my son I could feel heat building up inside of my cunt. I ignored the feeling and proceeded to ask him about his night.“How was your night, James?” I asked.“Not too great Mom.”“I'm sorry, what happened.