”“Kat,” he groaned, bracing his weight on his muscular arms. His chest loomed over me. My free hand traced his tattoo. “You sure.”I nodded. ...��Damn,” he groaned and thrust.I gasped as his cock pressed against my hymen. It stretched and stretched, my pussy buzzing from my orgasm. There was a sharp flare of pain as it popped, then it was washed away by the incestuous thrill of Daddy's cock penetrating me.My pussy, trembling from my climax, rejoiced to be filled with his cock. More and more of his. It didn't help that he kept wondering if her shirt was going to pop open instead of deciding how to explain that his mother was trying to seduce him.He was sure of only one thing: that he couldn't possibly admit that his mother had already succeeded in having sex with him on more than one occasion. He just knew that there was no way anyone would help him if they thought he was fucking his own mother. In his mind, that was just unforgivable.Something that Joseph had no way of knowing was that. " No, there's a hole in the carpet that wasn't there when I laid it down." A long pause. She looked straight ahead, in a world of her own. "It's right above your pool table, and it was taped shut for a while, but it wasn't when I woke up."A small voice asked: "Did you get stuck in the hole, Daddy?"I shook my head. "No, baby, I didn't, but I thought I was. But I'd like to know why that hole is there, and what happened through it last night."Mandy looked at me desperately. "I'm sorry 'bout the. John. It wasn’t too far away. I was wearing some fitted denims and a short sleeve fitted shirt as I had gotten rid of all my army clothes so I’d bought something new and fresh.I got there about 6:30 and the restaurant was packed. The cute receptionist said she could get me in for dinner around 7:30 or she could get me a seat at the bar as one just opened up. I said the bar would be great and she led me in. The one seat was around the side of the bar with two on the side. One seat was taken as.