Only I knew how lascivious and prurient my mind was.Beneath all the graceful, timid woman lied a lustful woman, whose fantasies grew stronger and dark...er as she grew. I was aware how big my breasts were and the power the smooth curves of my body held. I was aware of the lecherous looks of men as I walked and that would make the place between my legs tingle. I knew what wasn’t shown is bound to be more enticing than what wasn’t.But never once did I yield in. I wanted the first to be my husband. It was the end of another Ladies Poker night in our house, which left the living room cluttered mess of beer bottles and styrofoam dinnerware. The powder blue card table was still set up, and mom sat in one of the four matching folding chairs that surrounded it, nursing a bottle of Samuel Adams. Dad wasn't home, and though right now was a perfect opportunity to try to bed my mom, I at least wanted her sober. I wanted her perception good and clear. I wanted her to know that it was her son. Every now and then he pulled out completely to let Lara catch her breath and make sure she was okay, before pushing his hard cock back into her throat.“You’re doing so well, feels so fucking good,” David grunted as he kept fucking her throat. Lara's eyes were watering so much that her makeup was running down her cheeks, leaving black stripes on her face.Finally, David pulled out, tilted Lara's head back, and kissed her. The kiss was dirty, deep, and rough."Fucking perfect," David growled. No he's not!... fuck! FUCK!Suddenly there's a screech, burned rubber, and the car comes to a stop.Shit. Burst. Please, just be a neuromotor response. Please.I run up to the car. I don't know who is in it, but I can sense one mind. I stop at the passenger side and try to smile. Then a gentle push. Gentle. Just lower the window.The window hums and lowers, and I blink in surprise. It's a woman.Geez, she's gorgeous. A real sight for sore eyes. Tall, sort of sandy-haired. Big blue eyes to get lost.