MasukNone of me seemed to be Dad's type. I hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed in me. I know that he'd never say anything, but...I really wanted him to look at me with a little of the same heat that he looked at Mom with. I couldn't stand it if even my own father was pity fucking me. I put that thought from my mind. If I wasn't hot enough I'd just have to make up for it with attitude.Taking a cue from Mom I wore a comfy but a little too small tank top and booty shorts. I took off my underwear first, although doing so make me a little shaky. Would Dad think I was a slut on the first date? Was that thought ridiculous? Probably yes to both. I didn't want to be "hard to get" or virginal or any stupid patriarchal bullshit. I wanted to be a slut for him. His slut. His little girl who would never say no and always make him happy.I took a deep breath and left my room, walking slowly to the couch. He was waiting, dressed in relaxing shorts and a tee shirt that really showed off his muscles. Da
I took a deep breath and calmed down. I really didn't want to hurt her feelings when I was trying to be supportive."No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just. Tara has clinical depression. She didn't tell anyone. And she has a lot of friends who love her, who would help her, not just me. Last year, she came pretty close to...uh...fuck."I couldn't even talk about what could have happened. I felt Mom's small hand brush away the tear on my cheek."I'm sorry," she said softly."It's fine, i didn't tell anyone. But I'm eighteen, and your son, and I love you. And there is no way you could be a burden to me. Ever. If anything happened to you...I'd...I don't know," I drove in silence for a while. It wasn't angry or sad. I felt like I had really understood Mom and she understood me. We reached our exit and I got off, but we still had a ways to go. I pulled over to the side of the road."Honey? Why have we stopped?""I love you," I said, simply."I love you too," Mom said and squeezed
When in doubt, be like Dad. I took charge."Yeah, sounds good. I've got the keys to the SUV already."I rattled them for emphasis as I touched Mom's elbow and guided her out the front door."Oh," she said, a little surprised but not upset, "Good."I didn't give her a choice to drive, instead escorting her to the passenger side and holding the door open for her. Normally she didn't go for stuff like this but I was kind of on a mission, and was disguising it with gentlemanliness.I got in, and started the car and headed out."Do you need to be home soon, Mom?""Uh, no, I don't think so. Why?""I was thinking of going to the crab place down by the bay, but its about forty minutes away so I wanted to be sure you were ok with being out late."She smiled."I love that place. The crab cakes are really good and the atmosphere..." she didn't finish her thought, so I did."...is pretty romantic, I know." I didn't elaborate. I was being bold tonight.There was a silence for a bit while I got on
If Mom seriously thought that an age difference would somehow stop young men from finding her devastatingly attractive then she was in for a surprise. Especially someone like August, who tended to see things differently than society expected him to. I...I actually found myself hoping that he did want her."Huh. I wonder how serious he is with Tara," I said without thinking.Mom's eyes narrowed. She didn't look mad but..."Who's Tara?" she asked casually. Too casually. I smiled internally."Oh, just a cute sophmore that August has been seeing. I don't think it's gone very far, because he'd bring her home if things got serious. She's probably only interested in him because he's all dark and gothy."Mom shook her head and stood up."As long as whoever he ends up with treats him right, I'm fine with it. He's just so...so sensitive, it would be so easy for a girl to take advantage of him. But that's another conversation. I'm heading out. Your father will be in soon."My eyes must have been
"It didn't used to be this hard to manage. It...it came and it went. When it came I just smiled wider and told your father that I was sick. when you were about eight it got much worse. Your father was so worried. I told him everything and he asked me to see a doctor. So I did. I have medication now and a therapist. Recently...its been bad again. It was just starting to lift when...when all this started."I stopped her by hugging her. I couldn't imagine what she had been suffering silently."Mom...I'm sorry. I don't know what to say.""You don't have to say anything. It's not an excuse. It's something that makes me question myself. My value. And how could anyone love you if you have no value? That's why I was so ready to believe that I had just made everything worse and made my own daughter hate me. I felt guilt and loss and...well, the important thing is that I love you and could never hate you.""I don't think you'll feel that way after I finish telling you...what I need to tell you,
"No," I said quietly, "That's not how it is."She finally looked up, saw me. Saw my eyes."You...you don't have to...I understand that..." she never made it through whatever she was trying to say, too choked up to continue."Becky," I said, keeping my voice soft, "I need you to trust me. You aren't an awful mother. That's the illness talking. Julia worked herself up far before your tried to talk with her. Her explosion was probably inevitable. She's a good girl and she's in the grip of stuff she doesn't understand. We do, though."She reached out her hand and placed it in mine. She was confused now. Still wary, but not hopeless. A good start."Julia's feeling the same kind of attraction to me that you did. That i felt for Mom. She may have done some of the same sort of thing that you did. It's almost exactly the kind of situation that we suspected might happen, but somehow, I missed all the signs. Even when they were literally sitting in my lap."Becky was snuffling but she was intere
"God, so good, ooouuuh." He groaned, eyes fixed on the young lips sucking up and down the shaft, glimpses of the awesome breasts underneath. Diana was looking up at him, eyes smiling, obviously enjoying her work. Joe's cock was stiffening up fast and she worked hard to fit it into her mouth, relaxi
"You'll see, Diana. Just relax." She felt his hands roll up her skirt over her butt. She let out a squeak of surprise as the priest's hands slid under the waistband of her pink panties and pulled them down around her thighs. Father Bland groaned as she felt his hands sliding over her bottom, squeez
The short, yet imposing figure of Sister Marjorie bustled into his office. She was hustling someone in front of her. Lucas' interest soared as he recognised the girl from one of the senior classes he had visited."We are very sorry to trouble you, Father," The nun declared, her face crimson. "This
The head of her father's cock went into her throat and she had to fight not to choke on it. She wasn't going to get any more in, so she had a sudden idea instead. Maybe she could wank it and suck it at the same time! She pulled her head back along the stiff appendage and started moving her hand up







