"We're gonna get on that bed, and I'm gonna fuck you... I'm gonna fuck you and you're gon' keep your slut mouth shut while I do it. You got that?" He ...stood now less than a meter away. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and the warm energy that emanated from his clothing.Her head spun and she could say nothing as he gripped one of her arms just above the elbow, another hand gripped her hair, a fat hand there in the very root dragging her with suddenness in the direction of the bed. She. She waited. She waited for him to come to her. And, as she always did when she waited for him, she sang. The songs were always different, yet, always the same in that they always spoke of love lost or unrequited love. Tears burned beneath her eyelids. It had been such a long time since she last sat and waited for him. So long a time since she last looked upon him and sang for him."My God! How I have missed him! Even though he irritates me to no end at times, I have longed to see him, craved to. She wanted me to know that she was into it and hoped watching it would get me feeling horny. The panties, it was me she bought them for. She left them on the washing basket like bait hoping I would bite, knowing I will be using the bathroom in the night. She intentionally broke the lock on the bathroom door so she could catch me in the act if I decided to wank with her panties in the bathroom. Liz had been to the bathroom to see if I took the bait. She saw her panties were missing from the. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and grabbed her soft bottom, caressing softly, feeling the seams on her nylons curving up from her legs up to her buttocks. Mommy moaned. She slowly removed my bathrobe, holding me, totally naked, close to her, kissing me with hunger and lust. Her tongue was melting in my mouth. I slowly rubbed my cock against Mommy’s thighs. Mommy responded by grabbing my buttocks and pressing her thighs against my cock, whispering:‘Oh, you wonderful, wicked babyboy. Mommy.