It was like I was a piece of furniture for her to put her feet on. She was kind of putting pressure from left foot to right, to left- bouncing them a ...bit- but not in a way that seemed intended to make me feel it but rather it was as if she was just absentmindedly tapping her feet as though I didn't even exist and she had absolutely no concern whatsoever of my presence or my feelings on the situation. And that's what really turned me on in a way I can't quite explain but I can recall the feeling. He was my father's old business partner. My father passed away a few years ago. My mother had a fondness for Uncle Shahid. He was a close family friend and now that my father was no longer with us he had become closer to my mother. He had helped my brother get a job when he was struggling and my mother was very grateful to him.I went down to help my mother in the kitchen. I said, "Everything seems to be done. Why did you call me?"I sounded petulant as I did not like my mother constantly. “I’m such a slut!” She threw back her head and laughed, a soft, endearing laugh full of tenderness that made my insides warm and fuzzy. “Oh god, yes, you are. Such a dirty, lovely slut!” Even while she said it, and while I basked in the feeling of closeness that wrapped around me, she nodded at her husband. Once more the swollen head of his cock slid downwards through my wet lips, and, by god, it felt incredible. He pushed it lightly against my entrance, and my arousal skyrocketed. “If it. She wanted him to stay inside her forever. It took a long time before their pounding heartbeats synced again. When it did they slowly got dressed and he escorted her out to his waiting car. When they entered his home again, Cass excused herself to go take a shower. Eric stopped her.“There will be changes Chica. You will no longer be sleeping in your room. It still will be a place of respite but you will be living and sleeping with me, in our room.”“Thank you Daddy.” Cass jumped into his arms..