. but I'm your mother..." she began, weakly. And before that line of thought had time to take hold in her mind, I interjected."Here and now, you're ju...t a beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman, I mean. And I loved it, thrilled to it all. And I want to make love to you, bring you to bliss, to ecstasy." Her mouth swung open a little, surprised, and I took advantage, kissing her again. This time, I darted my tongue inside her mouth, trailing my hand up the curve of her side, careful to avoid. My clit is burning; my nipples are hard I am hot for you!.....Dale!..........please! You’re not ready; you want me hotter then hell! You get off the desk and take my hand. You guide me to a filing cabinet and bend me over. You kiss my ass cheeks, then my thighs back to my hot throbbing clit and lips...you can taste my sex hotter now than before. You wet your ring finger and begin to play with my anus. You slowly insert your ring finger into my hot tight ass and begin to finger fuck my ass. . The thugs got in front of us and knocked on the door of his mansion. The rest of the island lived in shacks but his immense wealth allowed for a huge mansion that looked roughly the size of the White House if the books I’d seen were any indication.Dr Paulson opened the door. He was about 6 feet tall and had white hair with a matching white goatee. He wore black sunglasses. He had a menacing look as he looked over my family.My dad was rubbing the back of his neck nervously and avoiding eye. As open and honest as our relationship was, our one rule was that closed doors meant privacy. If doors were open, we were both free to come and go as we pleased. Bedroom, bathroom, laundry room, den, it didn't matter. Day, night, morning, afternoon, or evening, it was all the same. Naked or clothed, alone or with company, an open door was an invitation.A closed door, however, was a polite sign that we wanted a little privacy – and we both respected that.I went down the hall to my room and made.