My mother was also a blue eyed blond BBw of 36 years. Since I was a lil girl my dad and I have always had most things in common. We could watch a movi... and know the script word for word from then on. Our since of humor was unique, but we always got each other. Then I grew into a woman mirroring my mother. As my female urges grew I started being attracted to any man who'd pay attention to me. I had never had feelings for my father b4 as I know it's wrong and was previously repulsed by the idea. Hothat maa samnnyo nore uthlo jate ami bhoy paye pashe fotafot suie porlam. Kichu khon appekhya korar por cheak kore dekhlam maa ager motoy ghumochhen. Ebar amer sharirer proti khyal korlam je amar nunu ta pen er moto shakto hoi gache ar amar hater panjar moto lomba o moto. Kintu khub bhalo akta anubhuti hocche nunu tar modhy jeno ekta shirshir vab kintu ami tar smaporke sumpurno ajana. Ami ei jinis ta sokaly gum bhngar por anubhob kori kintu ajj seta tar chay kichuta alada. Ami nijer ajantey. “Oh her... well she had a lovely smile...” I was trying to cover but it was useless. “There's no point lying, I can clearly see you’re struggling.” Jess put her hand on my aching cock, gripping it slightly. I looked at her as she leant over me, obviously pushing her chest out over my head. “I guess this could count as payment for your help?” Jess said thoughtfully, as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down my erect cock through the black Lycra. I was stunned! I didn't know what to say.. He went right back into his old behavior of ignoring me and doing whatever else he felt like doing, which in this case was channel surfing on the TV. I had to believe that tuning me out could have become a defensive reflex for him, but I just had to make sure that I had his help in keeping me from backsliding, because it had been all too easy to slip back into my old patterns. The old me would have gotten mad at his lack of attention, but the new me realized that I probably deserved it. That.