Melissa closed her eyes. There was nothing to look at anyway, and the feeling of The Master’s hands on her was to be savored. This is where she be...longed. This is who she belonged to. She would do anything, be anything for him. No questions asked. As soon as that thought settled into Melissa’s brain she felt one of those hands press against the small of her back, guiding her over to a sturdy wooden table with a gorgeous antique mirror above it. The moment her hips touched the table’s. Your short skirt up around your hips almost like a belt, and your sexy panties half way down your legs.The man, on the other hand, is still fully dressed; he didn't even open his belt. Only his cock out, and deep … inside you …. Filling you … stretching you around him ….But you don't care. You love it. You push back to met each of his thrusts, letting him fuck you as deeply as he wants, making his cock feel at home inside your tight pussy." …. Fuck me …. Fuck me hard ….." you say as your grasp. “We should probably get going Brian, your father wont be back home for a few days, so that may leave us alone for quite a while.” Mom said with a glowing smile. We put our clothes back on, packed up all our things, loaded them in the car and went home. During our drive, mom and I started to make plans as to how our relationship would work. Whenever dad was home, we had to keep up an ordinary mother son relationship, meaning we could still she each other of course, but we had to keep our hands. Then it happened one Saturday I stopped by and my Dad had company. It was a woman just a little older than me. I was shocked and when I came in it was obvious to me that they had been making out on the couch. My first reaction was that Connie was a bitch. I instantly did not like her. My Dad introduced us. He called her is new friend but I knew that meant that he was fucking her. We chatted for a while but then I made an excuse to leave.All day as I was out running errands I could not help but.