”I nearly whooped with joy knowing I was about to fuck my Mom…see her naked, smell her, taste her. I tried to keep an appearance of coolness “ I...t says on your resume you do DFK…that,s deep French kissing isn,t it?. She nodded. “ Think we will start with that.” I said.I got up adjusted the position of my hard cock in my pants to a more comfortable position and walked towards my Mom. I kissed her on the cheek, then the other cheek, then a peck on her lips…..I looked at her then gave her a hard. The black stockings ending not quite above the short hem.And the black shoes, spiked, open, with lacey ties snaking up your calves.The black blouse clinging with lycra to your curves, unbuttoned low so yournipples nearly escape when you move.You dip your fingers again, pleasing yourself in the mirror taking it to theedge again."Slutty just for Him, as instructed." you think, smiling seductively,wet and quivering still. Lastjuices wiped on your open cleavage, fingers licked clean.And you sashay. From your ear I bend in to meet your lips. Not a savage mashing, but a gentleness. I take your upper lip between mine. The meeting of the softest bits of us. A simple gentle sucking, just enough to swell your lips with blood. And you sensing what I am doing, reciprocate, a gentle sucking of my lips. Soon, how long, forever perhaps, our lips are plump with blood, filled with love and life. I think we are both lightheaded, a mild swoon. You roll your head into my shoulder, nirvana, life should be. It's not right for you to be sleeping with a forty year old man." Ok, Sorry." She pleaded. "I won't do it anymore. I was just scared, that's all." She got up out of the bed, and stomped out of the bedroom.Then the thought hit me. I put my hand on my forehead. "What am I going to do with Sally?" I asked myself. Leesha usually was at home, so I didn't even think about someone being here to stay with her. She was seventeen, but still. She didn't really have any friends, or anything to do all day,.