Only the next night she came over to my place for dinner. I was surprised she'd take such a risk, not even knowing me, but I learned that night that s...e was quite the aggressive type, not keen to ever take 'no' for an answer. Consequently, any attempts from me to bed her were initially unsuccessful.But it was only a week after our first date that she decided, to my surprise, to spend the night at my place, her decision. I hadn't even seen her since that first night, but a week later she came up. "Ok, Mom. He's ready for you. Just squat down and sit on it. I'll guide it in for you."It must have been the matter-of-fact tone of Amy's voice that finally allowed Jill to squat over me. All reservations she had maintained for so long were pushed aside for the moment by the soothing sound of her daughter's voice and the presence of her father's huge schlong, just inches away.Gradually, she sank lower and lower until her pussy lips were warm against the head of my painfully distended. Before I knew it hands were going places they hadn't been before and we were both in a state of drunken arousal. Other people entered the bedroom and sat on the bed next to us and began to get off with each other too but the feeling of privacy was no longer there for what we both wanted, we rushed down stairs and tried to find the keys for the car but we were informed that some of the lads had taken it out for a bit of a joy ride. Not knowing where to go we headed outside to the front of the. " She puffed him down. He sat obediently at her feet, his handsome young face tortured. A wave of love for this youngest child swept over her."I don't know how to start. We've never talked much about... well... sex... before." Why, I thought your father talked to you last year. I asked him to. It's his job." No, I don't mean that. Dad talked to me. I mean... well... I'm almost grown, Mom. I get those feelings. I can't help it... honest,... I've tried..."Bette Jean stiffened. Her own son. The.