Gradually, the feelings of guilt and shame were completely gone. My lewd thoughts were no longer a sin; it simply became my most sensuous fantasies, m... most precious treasure. I derived extreme pleasure in fantasizing about doing every kind of vulgar things with my son, every time driving myself to the most shattering orgasm. All the perceptions were changed and I realized that I desperately wanted to screw my own son.CHAPTER 2I wanted to fuck my son, but I didn’t have any idea, how was I going. We met I bought her a coffee. I tried not to stare at her ass as she walked in a suede skirt and red silk button up shirt with her hair held up by a barrette with a long pin through it. We went into a brand new building just built. It was nice but a little too modern looking. She just said okay and we walked to the next place which was the same. Older but newly renovated and sterile. I told her what I really wanted was something with brick walls and wood floors, big windows and a view of. We've made out, and our genitals have touched with only thin fabrics between them, but she hasn't gotten me of, given me head or fucked me; she says she wants it to be meaningful and beautiful when we do. She says she doesn't want to ruin it, but I don't really see how making love would hurt our relationship. And damn has her fending me off made me want it; want to fuck her hard, to fuck her pussy or mouth and cum in her short blond hair.The funny thing is that Kelly's kind of a drinker, and. The sounds of Ronnie taking it nastily right on her squirming flesh made Doreen squirt her pussy juices right on top of Ronnie's pretty face and then she lowered her slit for the street-wise girl to lick into a convulsing orgasm that never seemed to want to end.Doreen liked to wear white and she was attracted to the color even more now that she had descended in erotic depravity. She put on her white on white thong with the flower rosettes and pulled up her white panty-hose before she pulled.