She slipped her glasses down her nose and pressed me for an answer. "Well?"My forty-five year old mom can be moody, somewhat unpredictable and a littl... uppity at the best of times. At forty five years old she is still very beautiful. Looming over me now in the living room she looked a little more than just bitter. I didn't know what to say. I mean wasn't it obvious what I was doing? I sat there looking at her with my hands in my lap trying to hide my cock the best I could. In hind-site I guess. He was semi-erect again, I knew because I felt his hard cock push against the crack of my ass. He was kissing my neck, and I prayed that his hands would run down and touch my bare naked pussy."Get naked," he whispered."I can't. We have to get to bed," I stuttered as I reached down and pulled my thong up.I turned around and kissed him, my hands caressing his semi-hard cock."We have to get to bed. It's twenty minutes to one," I mumbled.I grabbed my dress and phone from the chair while he. I started moving again before Mary could get tired of my stalling, and I began a steady stroke that was not very fast. I wanted her to forget about the pain she had felt and to enjoy the feeling she got from my cock. She was plenty tight so I was rubbing over all of her insides as I moved back and forth.After about a dozen strokes I could not stall any longer and began to speed up my stroke rate. The faster I went, the more Mary seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I settled in at a stroke rate. I decided it was now or never. He finished and turned while I just stood there still rubbing my wet womanhood. My father stood for a long moment trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing. His boxers still at his knees. Sara honey. Is everything okay? he asked quizzically. Never better daddy. You ready for bed? I asked very matter of fact. Yeah I think thats a good ideahe said rather confused. He climbed in bed and I did the same. I was on fire now. My nipples were hard as rocks and my.