Then I heard mom from down stairs yelling at me.“MARCY, BREAKFAST IS READY.”Fuck, “okay mom I’ll be right down.”I got out a wash rag to clea...n myself off, and the floor too. I then put on my pajamas back on, and went downstairs. I went into the kitchen. Mom was standing by the stove. She has on a long t-shirt. She looks pretty good for her age. She has her, long brown hair, all most black hair in a ponytail. I Can tell she is not wearing a bra under the t-shirt. Her 34 b breasts are moving. Wendy’s break with her parents deeply troubled Suzanne. Wendy’s father was not like Suzanne’s father. She strongly felt that Wendy belonged at home, not with her and Amy. Suzanne massaged Wendy at least three times a week. Wendy seemed to need the comfort and reassurance of Suzanne’s hands on her body. Suzanne was thorough with Wendy, often massaging her for an hour and a half at a time. It gave Suzanne some satisfaction to feel Wendy’s tight muscles loosen up as each session progressed. Wendy,. .cc-came in... and... and saw us? Ooh yeah...oh god you are going to make me cum!" Ryan said back, "Mom...your boss would...oh fuck you are so tight...would want to fuck you too! Everybody wants to fuck you! You are so hot mom! So fucking hot!!"Ryan kept pounding my pussy just like a wild, lust crazed teenage boy and I was loving every thrust of his cock into my tight pussy. I was going to cum, I could feel my orgasm building deep in my pussy. I writhed around wildly; Hunter held my hands. I don’t mean your father ... I mean Richard; my father.It was him I screamed at.”I gaped at her, “Your own Father?”“And I must tell you now Dick; He was your father also.I was still gaping!You see your dad wasn’t your natural father. You were sired by Richard; when I was seventeen.”She paused to give it a chance to sink in.“You mean ... your father ... Richard, made me?”“Yes Dick. My own father got me pregnant when I was seventeen; when I had already met your dad at the College Hop.We’d began.