Little by little, once again, the slit inside me was kicking in. I knew it was natural, but it was wrong nevertheless. I let the nature kick in. There...was no point holding back anything any longer.After sometime, he released my hands, sent his arms around my body, and rubbing my back and squeezing my buttocks, he started kissing my mouth, to which I responded by kissing his mouth back and feeling his hair. He pulled my thigh on to his body and squeezed it for a while, while we were still making. After all, you had to respect and love the only mother you ever knew, the same as you would your father.The story final came out, bit by bit, so that I could piece it together. Mother and Polly went to the same college. The two girls roomed together and it was while they were out to a party that they met my father. Sharon, my mother, was the more aggressive and claimed Samson for her own at first. He, however, was drawn to Polly, the warmer, quieter, more settled woman. Sharon soon became aware. On this occasion i came home from work after a long day and she was in the garden as usual potting bulbs and flowers. let me describe her to you. fifty years old a nice bum and a massive pair of tits. what you been up to i asked her. The usual she replied.Two guys were repairing the path outside by the road earlier, and as it was a hot day i offered them a cold drink she said. I let them sit in the shade of the house while i carried on weeding and stuff. and i said.After a while they walked. He was out of the hand."I'm going home a horny man," he said. "Mary Lou's on the rag. There's no fuckin' justice."Nicole cleared her throat."Hey," she said, leaning against the door-post, "who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?"They all turned, and Nicole's jaw dropped when she saw the face of the third man. It was Bill Archer, the detective who'd gotten the goods on her husband.Archer's expression didn't change as he stared back at Nicole, though it was obvious he recognized her. He.