She was well aware of my pervy side and predilection for white panties … and the smell of them! Before I got the house she would often change into t...e panties she’d been wearing the day before and invite me to bury my face in the gusset. On one such occasion she said ‘You like that don’t you Bill … what do they smell of’? ‘They smell of your cunt Suzy’. ‘Yes they do smell of cunt but not mine … they’re my mum’s knickers Bill … I fished them out of the laundry basket just before you got here …. You know I’m going to come soon. Then, without warning, you feel a warm shivering that starts at your clitoris and spreads from your groin, out to every part of your body.You are still vaguely aware of me fucking you, of my body pounding wetly against yours but your mind and body seem overtaken with the electric tension of your impending orgasm.You want me to be with you in your pleasure and you bring your hand around behind me. You run your fingernails lightly across my balls and up my. ”I said, “I would be careful. She said not to make it too explicit. I don’t think you want to read an x-rated story in class or even a description of one.”She grinned. “True. Let’s each come up with a description and see which one we like best. If we’re way different, we can ask questions of each other or fight about it.”I took a blank sheet and thought. I remembered this professor from last year. She did not have much humor about her nor seem to care for young love. She was forties and either. You had me eighteen years ago, and in spite of the fact that we hardly get along nowadays, I love you for the love you have been giving me. But I am afraid my love - my lust - for Daddy is stronger than anything else I've ever felt."Moreover, I thought you might be able to adjust to the new arrangement."To put it simply, Mom, there's going to be a - let's say, change of guard. The husband you cherish, the man you shared your life with for nearly twenty years, the man who is my father, is going.