I am your mother!" You're my mother, who is a stripper and who shows her son and all his friends her great body often. I am eighteen, and I demand yo... to fuck me. I know you want to. I hear you masturbating late at night. I know you want it. I have an eight-inch cock that you would love." Eight inches? Have you had sex yet? I wouldn't want to be your first." Mom, I have had sex many times. I think it's time we fuck. Don't you want to cum? I bet you get tired of playing with all those. "Go ahead," dad said without even glancing toward me.Mom was on her knees bent down over dad's cock, her ass swaying from side to side as she sucked on his cock. Apparently she was enjoying herself very much. I undressed and climbed on the bed behind her. My cock was stiff and seeping precome in no time. I tugged her panties down and took them off, exposing her fine ass. Her pussy glistened in her juices. I watched her ass and pussy flex and twitch as she swayed. Then I kissed her cheeks and. Mom sat at her dresser and unpinned her hair and then began to clean off her make-up, still in place from church and visiting, and I asked her,"Could I brush your hair while you get that gunk off?" and Mom passed me her hairbrush, replying,"God yes. I haven't had my hair brushed for me in years. I used to love it." And I slowly ran the brush in slow strokes through her medium length hair as mum wiped her face with cleanser and paper tissues. She allowed me to keep brushing long after she was. No one but a complete monster could have resisted the plea of such a sad, helpless little girl."Only if you give me good reason," was his reply.I had one good reason. "Because I will wet you if you don't!" I said.That seemed to convince him so he stopped and let me slide gently down onto my own two feet. My horrible hat had fallen off and been lost long ago.I imagined, from the look of surprise on his face, that he was seeing what I really looked like for the first time. He appeared to be.