Tessa continued to let out whimpering moans, her eyes teared up. "Tessa? Tessa? This is too much," I demanded. The black dude was now laughing, lookin...g at me and forcing himself onto her even harder, calling her all sorts of derogatory remarks. Then he exclaimed, "Just wait till I come all inside your slut wife bro!" I turned to Tessa again. "This is enough. He is hurting you. I am stopping it now!" Her head was pushed deep in the mattress, her breasts jolting with each move, the black figure. She was crying all this .She said “I do consider that a person makes mistakes, but I have realized something. I have realized that you do not love me. You are just using me as you slut for your sexual gratification. You have no love for me and now I believe that you can never, ever fall in love with me just because I am your mother and I am older to you. You want someone young and good-looking, not me. I loved you so much.I was deeply in love with you. And you give me this in return. I feel so. As Katy sat up and yawned, she noticed her door was open a crack. She was sure she had shut it when she entered the room. She stood and walked over to the door."Mike?" she pushed the door further open. She wished that her parents were home. She always got spooked when they left her alone. She called to her brother one more time before going back into her room.Katy looked at the clock on the wall. Mike should have been home an hour ago. Katy was only fourteen, and still naive. Her eighteen year. ...You enter my hotel room dressed in your new white dress with the Humming Birds on, black stockings and high heels and a handbag over your shoulder – “What do you think Daddy, do you like it?” you ask as you walk up and down – I say “Oh yes, very girly – but what slutty underwear do you have on underneath? – you turn your back on me, spread your legs a little and lift up the dress to your waist – before me is a beautiful sight – your legs encased in the black stockings – the white thighs.