“Your father made the wise decision to stay out of this conversation. I thought I’d raised you to have better morals than the rest of the Dawson c...lan.”“I don’t think this is helping the situation.”“You do realize that this probably ruined any chances you have of going into politics. It’s good that you have other skills, or your grandmother would be devastated,” Mom said to pile on the guilt.I knew my best course was to let her get it all out.“What were you thinking?” she continued. “Trusting. “That is Captain Volleyball to you,” she said. I could hear the smile in her voice and a mental picture formed in my mind - red hair, deep brown eyes, alabaster skin, and those amazing tits that I wanted to suck on for days. “You ready to have me back bossing you around?”“Yes indeed. I’m ready to take orders. Tell me to jump, I’ll ask how high. Tell me to lick, I’ll ask which hole. Tell me to cum, I’ll ask how much.” I rambled.She giggled and said, “You are such a dweeb.”“Yeah,” I admitted,. "So what's the problem?" You." Me? How am I the problem?" You've always been the one for me. I don't want anyone else, I want you."To shorten the story a bit the bottom line is that the mothers got the wedding that they had been planning since the day Elise was born.Fast forward six years to the day I came home from work early. I'd had an appointment not far from the house and I decided to go home and not go back to work. It was a Friday and I thought that I would get a head start on the. And perhaps the tremor in my voice made her think that as she responded."Me too." I could hear the 'wink' in her tone as she said it. "Your girlfriend? Debbie is it? Is she still planning on being there as well?" I noted an edge of curiosity to her voice, and perhaps even a little hint of jealousy... all the better actually. "As far as I know...yes. Like I said, she's been up there all week long, but knowing Debbie the way I do, she'll be delighted to discover that I'm bringing along another.