'Jesus Fucking Christ', screamed through my mind, as I suddenly realized I was moments away from taking a strangers cock into my body and milking his ...emen, and as if to make matters worse, I was holding and wanking his huge cock in my eager hand.'WTF', I did not know what I was doing, my mind and my bodily parts were all astray, my tight black dress hem was climbing my stocking clad long legs, any higher and he would see I was 'Commando', shaved and looking like I did when I only used it for. Her smile lit up the entire room. I would have given a million dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment.I smiled back and my heart started beating faster. God, how I loved her. It was so wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. I don’t think we really have control over who we love, it just happens. I knew that it was not normal to love your mother like this. What I felt was the tingling, heart racing, butterflies in the stomach, kind of love.Later that evening we sat close. He was about to say something but I cut him off. “Don’t say nothing brad. I don’t want to hear it. Actions speak louder than words. Now I want you two to keep right on fucking. I wanna see how much of a filthy whore Tammy is. So keep fucking him, you foxy tramp!!” She slowed down. Apparently Brad was so scared he was getting soft. “I mean it Brad, get hard and fuck her dirty little brains out. I wanna see you two make the beast!” They could hear the anger and determination in my voice and. In the stories, ya know?" Oh," She said, her head quickly glanced at me, then back away. I got her attention with that one. I could tell her demeanor was changing. She was getting turned on. "What kind of stories do you like, babe?" I asked, hoping to keep this going. She waited quite a while to respond, considering how truthful she should be. "Oh baby, I think I like them all!" She openly admitted. Just saying that seemed to drop some weight off her shoulders. She seemed more relaxed all of a.