.?" "Shhh!" She was sitting on his waist, her finger pressing down on his lips. "Do you love me?" At first he didn't answer. "Well do you?" Her voice ...urgent. "Y-yes." "And do you want me? To be with me? To have sex with me. To fuck me, your own mother?" At the word 'mother', Mark felt her hand grab hold of his rock hard erection and squeeze. He groaned. "Well?" Another squeeze. "Y-yes." Mark gasped as his mother slowly bent down and started to nibble his ear. "If we do this, you will be mine.". . so she'd take out a post office box, right at the main station in downtown Morriston. That way there'd be no chance of anybody finding out where she lived.The main post office was situated on Second and Market Streets, a large graystone mausoleum of a building built back when authority was measured in how thick the walls were and how high the ceilings. Inside were the operating rooms of the post office, as well as rooms for the few state and federal agencies of which Morriston could boast,. My mom opened her robe and neatly folded it. She was naked underneath except for her metal eternity collar and high heels. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, Sir?” she asked with a smile.“How long can I keep calling you, Cherry?” I asked my mother. She didn’t understand the question. I rephrased it. “If Tiffany quits today, then you won’t be Cherry around the house any longer?” I asked. I am sure I had stars in my eyes.My mom giggled in a sultry way like a sexy stripper might when she was being. I'm addicted and obsessed. I can't get enough. I need it like food... like breathing."I backed up against the wall."You're a sex addict?"She was on her knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt."Miss Black, please!"I wrestled with her but her tenacity and strength were astonishing.She pulled my cock out of my slacks, gripped it firmly by the base with one hand and shoved me against the wall with the other."Not exactly a sex addict, Father,"She smiled and eyed my cock like a hungry tigress."But I.