Miss Gloria didn't wake up in time for breakfast,which meant there were no daily dishes. I couldn't run the vacuumcleaner yet, because it would wake h...er. And I wasn't on the clock, so Ididn't even have to dress up. I was just in jeans and a t-shirt,sipping coffee and enjoying a lazy morning.Miss Gloria finally made it downstairs about 10. She looked at me andsmiled. Then she frowned."What is it?" I asked."Well, you don't look quite right," she said. "It's your hair. We hadit styled Saturday,. I am with you, on a soft blanket, under a tree, with no one around for miles. We are alone and we have time.The sun is warm on us and I am kissing your body all over, feeling the sensation of my lips on your skin, my teeth nibbling parts of you, taking your skin into my mouth, sucking and kissing. I want to kiss you everywhere.I pay attention to your neck - I know how you like that - kissing my way to your earlobes, taking each one between my teeth and pulling gently as I run my fingers through. It was April and the summer was at its peak.When I saw my daughter for the first time after two long years, I was speechless. My little girl had turned into a woman now. She was very beautiful. I was kind of attracted to her physically. I knew it is not right for a mom to think about her daughter this way. I tried to control such emotions and welcomed her home with a hug.I have hugged my daughter many times, but this hug was different. It was a long and slow hug, where my daughter held me. “Allow me,” I said as I fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. Slowly the curve of her breasts came into view. No bra! Her nipples, hard as stone, stood proud on the soft hills of her breasts. I leaned in and kissed one, letting my tongue dance all around her areola, before kissing my way across her cleavage to the other side. “You really like these, don’t you?” she sighed, gently holding my head in place while I orally adored her. With my mouth full of tit, I could only mumble, “Mmm-hmmm!” .