Terry couldn’t speak a moment, this girl before him was so beautiful. She was short and had long blond hair reaching halfway down her back. Her tits... were still small, not really formed, but in Terry’s mind they were just perfect. Small and round. She wore a very short skirt that almost revealed her panties and a shirt that revealed her perfect, flat stomach. “Are you Terry?” she asked again, slightly more forcibly. She looked up at him with her beautiful green eyes. “Uh…yeah.” he said,. I let my finger tips explore him. Running up and down the length of his shaft, feeling every firm inch of him, caressing the ridge around his wonderful cock’s head. He didn’t make any move to touch me, but that was OK with me. I had never received more pleasure than when I was touching him. I wanted to pleasure that cock, it turned me on.I started to tighten my grip on his shaft and began to stroke him harder, like I knew I liked to stroke myself. I heard him moan slightly. I thought I might. . She grew distant. I guess I’m being cryptic. It hasn’t gotten to an unbearable point in the last 13 years, although since the start of my senior year in high school she has been a bit worse than usual. First, let me explain my mother. She has always been a very self absorbed woman. She comes from money and has never done without. You could also says she’s the sort who knows she’s beautiful and talented, and easily looks down on those beneath her. She likes nothing more than to take my older. ." Fucked? You bet we did. You are an animal between the sheets. I can't understand why Mom would not want that." Oh Jesus, Cass. I'm so sorry. I swear it will never happen again. Just don't tell your mother." I have no intention of telling Mom. But, as for it never happening again..." Her hand went to my crotch, surrounding my flaccid cock, pulling on it. It responded almost instantly. She leaned into me, her mouth next to my ear, whispering, "Best sex I ever had, Daddy. And I want more." You.