She needed the least amount of boob augmentation, so instead we concentrated on little things, like filling them with some yummy liquid.“I think I�...�ll settle for vanilla ripple,” Stacy said thoughtfully. “Kay should have a monopoly on butterscotch.”“Fair enough,” I said. “But I promise you, someone is getting ready to have a monopoly on Kay.”Settling that, we went on to discuss her servitude as if Alyssa wasn’t there. Which she wasn’t, of course.“I think it would be cool to have her pretend to. It was a cream color sundress up till her lower thighs which were milkier than most I had seen. Her cleavage was visible as it was a deep neck dress. She was looking like a slut who had dressed to fuck. She was enjoying the gaze of the men looking at her.I was loitering around her so that I can have some fun too. She is my mom and I have the first right over her. That was the first day I decided to fuck her. After a couple of days, we returned home. My father was not there in the house. I had. Her body glistening with water and soapy bubbles, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror opposite the shower. The mist on the mirror makes her seem unreal. She watches her hand slip down her stomach, caressing slowly, moving on to the mound between her legs. A feeling of anticipation filling her as she watches her hand slowly moves down to caress her clit. This is a new feeling to her. Watching intensely, as her hands moves across her body, caressing and pleasuring herself. Sensually. But what if she doesn't think that? What if she knows the truth, that he's in love with her, that he obsesses and fantasizes about her constantly? James moaned dramatically, what have I done he thought again for the dozenth time that morning. James lay on his bed replaying last night over and over, remembering hearing Lola and her sweet soft moans, he'd been so turned on he'd actually came. He never did normally when he was with one of the nameless sluts he feeds from. Those desperate brazen.