We are too tired to cook and the restaurants were just to busy when you have a little one and arms full of shopping! Together, we warm up some leftove... stew we slow cooked yesterday, heat some French crispy bread in the microwave and grab a hot chocolate. I set the fire in the fireplace and we snuggle under the blanket and clean our plates with the still warm bread and sip out hot drinks. As the room warms, your head falls to my shoulder and you doze breathing softly against my neck. I rest my. I had more immediate concerns. I had to find out what year it was. I had no clue how old I was. What grade I was in."Shit, I don't even know what classes I'm taking; where I have to be this morning. How am I ever going to do this? I looked down in my lap and there staring me in the face was my answer; Algebra 1. If Anne has algebra 1 this year, that means that she's in ninth grade this year. When we were going to junior high I used to kid her all the time about the fact that I was taking. He already had precum glistening on his tip as he began to stroke himself. Imagining all the things he'd do to her, his sweet sweet daughter. "You're a dirty little cock slut aren't you, Maggie?" He whispered gruffly. His free hand gently rubbing her virgin lips through her underwear. His eyes devouring her body, ever curve that her clothes clung to, down to the arch of her back and her perfectly toned calves."You just love to please Daddy huh, don't you?" He panted, his hand firmly gripping. I felt like the cycle turned around me with my son who has taken birth inside my womb and came out of the same hole which after 25 yrs he is entering it. The same boy who sucked my breast to feed his hunger for food grew up to suck the same breast to feed his hunger for lust.After he emptied his cum in me my son finally spoke saying "I love you mom!" I couldn't say anything but to answer him saying 'I love you too! Son!' After the incident I accepted my son as my lover. I stopped going to my.