I would giggle andlaugh and she would join me in the merriment. There was nothing sexualabout it, nor did she treat me like a girl, it was just our li...ttlething."Mark, honey, you have such beautiful lashes," she would gush.I would bat my lashes at her and say, "Really Mommy?" Honey you make your mother jealous. You have the longest lashes,they're just beautiful, my pretty, pretty boy."I'd blush and run to my father and his reaction was to laugh."I swear, I think your mother wants a girl," he'd. I didn’t want to ask her about her relationship but definitely about the sex,Me: so how was it.She: it was good, first time is painful, but I enjoyed a lot.This was the first time I was horny thinking of her (not like I didn’t fantasies before but this was different).So we talked more a lot more about sex sex and sex my experience, her experience what she like and what I liked, weired things and places and all that stuff. It was really good.Things were every more steamy between us now and was. He emitted low, guttural sounds that had her pussy soaked. The action made her cum, fire exploding in her belly and spreading through her legs and pussy, her body convulsing in fits of ecstasy. The sounds of him entering her grew louder, soft and slick, in harmony with the slapping sounds of him slamming into her behind. He was better than she ever thought he'd be. She cursed herself for not bothering to seduce him earlier. She needed this. Hell, they both did. "Oh Christ! Damn . .. Mustn't use the words evil and IRS together. They had eyes and ears everywhere, or so he was told. That must be rather painful, he pondered, with a chuckle.Still, there were always some advantages, which those of a magical persuasion, had over ordinary mortals. His shop was never in one place long enough for the state tax collectors to get hold of him, but the feds were another matter entirely. No one in their right mind would want that group coming after them. So he had made a few minor.