I gasped, my pussy clenching inanticipation. The helplessness of waiting was so uniquely feminine. Theman was in control, and I could only stand in ye...arning until he pressedforward. As he slid against me, the hands slowed, and then stopped. Theyrested against my flesh, comforting, but not distracting as the head ofhis cock slid down my channel and came to rest against the gates of mywomanhood."Oh god!" I cried out when he thrust inside. I was so wet, so eager thatmy wet folds offered no. "Clean-living I suppose," I answered, dropping my cases in the hallway.We sat and chatted for about an hour and then my father went to bed leaving my mother and I in the kitchen. "Oh Frank, I have missed you, why didn't you write more often? Three letters in five years isn't much is it," she asked with tears showing in her eyes.I got up and hugged her, again something I never remembering doing before. Now I felt her body against mine, with only her thin nightie covering her body. Also this was. I knew she would not resist me after this. I slowly took my index finger and jerked it over her ass and her glory hole.She was moaning and then I kept repeating slowly the same over her pussy with all my fingers. I made her pretty comfortable with my touch. I was only in my underwear and I was touching my dick with her ass. After that, I asked her to turn her face towards me so that I could massage the front side of the body.She was already moaning saying nice things to me. By now my hands had. "My god they're damp. You really are a slut, aren't you?" That sent a shiver through me and I smiled, at that moment she knew something about me. "Spread your legs and show me how wet you are ... Slut!"My breathing was fast and ragged."Play with your wet pussy for me! Do it now." Call ... call me ... a slut!" I panted. I hadn't even known I was going to say anything."You like that?" Oh God Yes!" Do it slut. Play with your cunt!" This was so much better than in my fantasy. "Rub your wet pussy,.