Throwingmyself on my bed I began sobbing. I pulled the pillow over my head soshe wouldn't hear me. I didn't know that woman downstairs. My motherwould...never hurt me like that, and take such obvious pleasure in it.After exhausting my supply of outrage and hurt, sleep overcame me and Ibegan to dream. In my dream I saw my mother. She sweetly stroked myhair and looked into my eyes. She tried to speak but no words came outthat I could understand. It was gibberish. She was pulled away from meby. I took the opportunity to squeeze and massage her firm and smooth thigh. Then Karen tightened and straightened her body, froze all of a sudden and climaxed. My finger felt her contractions and spasms inside the tight warm hole. After a long time she let out a deep breadth and finally released my hand on her thigh. She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back and said 'That was really intense!'I put her hand on my rock hard cock. She started rubbing slowly but firmly. I moved her. ''Oh dad please. I heard you whispering my name last night. I've seen you looking at my body. You want this as much has I do.'I gave in, her bright emerald eyes, so similar to Louise aroused and comforted me.The kissing becoming intense, she straddled me, giving me a full view of her moist breasts, and wet panties. I ripped that buttoned shirt off, showing her curvy, flat stomach. I picked her up, and rolled her underneath me. Unhooking her bra, as she un buttoned my pants. Fumbling with. “Just start swallowing as soon as you taste it. It’ll be over before you know it.”The sex bomb grimaced, looked back to my face apologetically as my cock throbbed before her. She looked uncomfortable. I don’t think I can do that,” she said.I sighed, my balls boiling. I closed my eyes a moment, fighting down the sensations. I could have forced her, could have shoved my cock back in her mouth and fucked her sexy little face, but I guess there was a still a little morality left in me. I finally.