"Come here." He motioned next to him. She rolled her eyes at him but obliged. "You're eighteen years old, Mara. You're almost a woman, now. You need a...firm hand in the rest of your school days." He looked down at her. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him."What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she tossed back.He said nothing, but took his hand and reached around, grabbing her buttock. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. "Dad..." she trailed off. He lifted her skirt. She held him there, with both hands behind his head, whimpering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," in a mantra of lust. But Tony wanted nothing more at the moment than to make a pig of himself in her sodden snatch.Lucille screamed out her pleasure as his tongue caressed her clit, practically heaving his head away as she tried to press his tongue further into her.Tony was half crazed with the taste and scent of her. Her juice was thick and sweet, very similar to honey, with an earthy tanginess.. I did look up breakfast to find out what I usually did for breakfast. I decided to do something different that morning.I remembered what pancakes were and knew that I liked them. What I had to look up was where to get good ones. Since I didn't have a note in my life file, I went to the Internet. I found a local chain with only three locations. It was highly rated, but not so high as to frighten me away. I also found a map to the place, so that I knew where to head. I had a great short term. Mom was everything a man could want, sexy, classy, and confident enough to give me complete control of her body. She was even allowing me to make decisions about general household stuff, so it was clear I was becoming the man of the house and she was encouraging this. On the other hand, Bec was insatiable, totally wanton, and very competitive, in that whatever Mom could do, she wanted to match. When she wanted to join in Mom bought butt-plugs and strap-on dildos in small, medium and large.