It was a hell of a way to get even with a neighbor you disliked. "God damn it, Deanne. You always know how to get to me," Mike grumped."Mike, I don't.... The truth is you just can't not help someone in real trouble. Your problem is too big a heart," she said.He laughed. "Okay, if the girl is okay with it. The room is ready. I won't even need to paint it. It's already pink," he said laughing."She's outside my office with all of her bags packed. I'll be over in a few minutes," Deanne said."Her bags. " Relax baby shhhhhh " And he continued licking and finger fucking my holes. I felt myself cumming ......... " Dad I'm cumming " I moaned. " Cum for daddy baby ". I felt the two fingers up my ass moving deeper and faster as I came over his face, he then got his cock out and looked at me " Ask me " he said. " What ? " I said. " I won't do it unless you ask me baby " I knew what he meant ......... " Fuck me daddy , fuck me now " I begged. And before I knew it my dad was inside me pounding my wet. Her hips rolled, smearing her juices onto my face. The room smelled of sex. It was wonderful. No longer concerned with my own orgasm, I concentrated on hers. My left hand drifted from her nipple to her clit and began strumming the sensitive nub. Looking up, past her breasts, I could see the dreamy look on her face as she rocked and rolled, her own orgasm building. As she leaned forward, my mouth found her clit again and my hand slid around. Two fingers slid easily inside her, with my pinky. He was dead, war, Iraq, IED, at 23. Afterwards I found the stuff he had written on his computer he left behind at home. Fantasies of sex with me, his mother.I read of his deep love, his wish to demonstrate it physically to me. His words spoke of a respect for me that had kept his desire secret unto death. But it didn't follow him to the grave. It lived on in his lurid writings on the hard-drive and in the driving lust it sparked in my loins for my son's hard-on. Now that he was gone, it seemed.