Her moan told me she liked it, and I nibbled lightly, listening to her exhale and knowing I was doing the right thing. I spent a long time working on ...er breasts and nipples, until finally she was moaning steadily. I kissed down her stomach, and her ass came off the bed, pushing her pussy up, and I knew she wanted me to touch her, taste her -- but I wasn't ready yet. Everything I was doing was intentional, and quite frankly, with my competitive nature, I was determined I was going to win this. I would just implant in their minds that these are something only our family can do, and have them accept it, and never discuss it outside of the family.This past week had been hectic for all of us. It was especially hard on me. I thought about everything that had happened two weeks ago. I definitely wanted more, much more of Mom's loving. Plus I really did start to feel a closer, common connection with my mother, now. It is something I can't really attribute to the forced sex. I call it forced. ‘The fire will wait.’ She gave back his thumb with a succulent pop, sank to her knees and hugged the arm of his chair. It felt good being that close. She longed to be against him, in his lap perhaps, but did he never tire of that coat? The photos were worn and faded, mostly black and white. Posing children, large families and burly men gazed back at her. But as the pages turned, she was soon enchanted by a mysterious story that seemed to unfold beneath the wordless imagery. If she saw a caption. I've been a cable guy for a year now, they tell us not to sleep with customers but fuck that shit, sometimes it's your only option. this story occurred my second week on my own, my office sent me on a 7 room install which was highly abnormal for a new guy to be sent on, the job was a nightmare but i got it done, i was there for 15 hours. Now about my customer, lets call her Alice. Alice was in her 40's as far as i could gather, but she sure as hell didn't look a day over 30, She was a.