Fuck.I was walking quickly, hurrying out into the hall and heading for the study. This would be the last time, I told myself. The last time. And then ...I’d tell him it wasn’t right and we had to stop. But I needed something to remember. A high to end it on. God, I had zero self-control!I pushed open the heavy door and slipped inside. Scott was sipping whiskey and looking out of the window. I locked the door.“You took your time,” he said, not turning around.“I was talking to Amber,” I said. It. She had rather enjoyed speaking with him before, though she had gotten the impression he was a bit on the shy side, and when she had admitted this to her friend, the girl had immediately set about setting up a first date. She had been a little surprised her friend had done this, but she wasn’t going to back out of it after the work the girl had put in to set it all up. So here she was, turning about in front of her mirror. A small smile came to her face. She wasn’t the type to be self-centered,. “That's so nasty, Mom!”“Mmm, it is. You deserve to be loved!” I told her. I buried my face into her pussy without even thinking about it. This depraved lust consumed me for my daughter's incestuous, virginal flesh. Strange desires boiled through me. My hijab rubbed at her inner thigh as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I teased her. I drove her wild. She gasped, her eyes going wide. Her body shuddered, breasts jiggling. Her hair swept back and forth as she ground against my mouth. She. It smells like summer and sun. You feel the direction of the wind change in your long hair.You open your eyes again, eager to eat the apple. In your hand you hold a beautiful breast. You smell again, and the crisp and fresh scent of apple calms you. You examine the breast in your hand, a perfect tit. The nipples are pointy. They are dark pink. Your mouth is still open. Your mouth is wet with saliva. The hunger in you still burns.You lick the nipple. You suck on it. Your tongue swirls around it..