You are what you are and it is what it is."I took a deep breath and held it as I digested my mother's words. "It iswhat it is," I said, repeating her... words."I'm sorry," Mom said. "I shouldn't have taken such a harsh tone withyou. I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you. Its just thatI didn't want it to be difficult. I wanted this to be what you wanted.I thought it would make you happy."I crushed out my cigarette in the ashtray and said, "It is what Iwanted...but its the part. He pulled my knit top up andoff, caressed my breasts, slipped my bra straps off my shoulders,fondled my exposed breasts some more, and fingered my nipples. Ishuddered with growing passion, realized that I had to stop beforewe went too far.To stop him I said, "Siggy, strip!" Siggy stripped his trousers and briefs off, dropping them to thefloor. "Wait Siggy, I need a washcloth. I'll be right back."I returned in a few moments. He had sat down again on the sofa. Iknelt before him and washed his. She could hear him whining, and that was bad enough.The slickness on her inner thighs cooled as she walked, but the heat in her swollen cunt didn't. She wondered what was taking her father and Aunt Karen so long and went to investigate. As she neared the storeroom door, she heard some muffled grunts and what sounded like a sob. Suddenly afraid, although she could not have said why, she slowly opened the door an inch."Oh, God, Jack! That feels good!"Her happy new world collapsed around her as. With the lightest of touches I flicked it over the head of his cock, slurping up the drop of precum that had formed there. It tasted salty and delicious, a wonderful dessert. After my brief taste I wanted more and I took his whole cockhead into my mouth, savoring the salty, tangy taste of his thick manflesh.With my tongue I feverishly worked the underside of his cockhead, spreading my saliva and sending waves of stimulation through his body. He groaned deeply as I worked three of his seven.