The top was verytight fitting. I thought I looked hot and knew any red blooded Americanmale would too. My falsies protruded out, underneath the fabric...of mytop, and now looked rather big. A four inch ban of fabric was the onlything covering the tops of my arms as my pink bra straps popped out ofthe black top to give me a cute but bold look. It's exactly what I waslooking for and admired the cherry on top which in this case was myhair. The curls still shinning off of the morning sun. Tight. My Mom is a stay at home girl, and I think we bonded last year, or maybe eight years ago, I forget. She is the cleverest person I know. She has this wicked smile, like she knows that I masturbate--but golly, don’t all kids do that? And how does she know any anyway? It’s not like I do it every night--maybe every other night. Mom and me are tight, we have no secrets!Dad’s a hand surgeon at Coventry County Hospital, and he’s cool, I think he’s one friend I can always trust, depend on, you. On the small of her back, the small colorless hairs were matted in humidity and further down I could see red splotches on her ass where I had been smacking her occasionally.To try to delay my eruption, I started to think of things to say. For some reason this mental exercise distracted me from the impending pressure in my sperm sack."You little bitch whore in heat. I'm pounding your pussy and it's loving it. Your slutty pussy can't get enough of my fat cock."With my choke hold forcing her head. Even if you don't, there will be no way for me to tell if the father of the baby is you or your Uncle." Why is it so important that the father of your baby should be Uncle Robert, after all it wouldn't take anything away from the baby, and beside, as you said you and him have been trying for a long time and it doesn't seem to work. You might never have a baby it you wait for him to make you one."I could tell that I had hit a sensitive point. She must have been thinking along the same lines of.