.." But even as I pulled away, her hips bucked, belying her words. Again, I knew, I would have to move slowly, carefully, make her comfortable with he...rself and this situation, before I could proceed."Why?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "Why should we stop, mom?" It's ... it's just not right. It's so wrong, sweetheart."I bit my lip, trying to think through the haze of need engulfing me. "If it's so wrong, why were you coming on my fingers just now? It felt right to me, to be bringing. Her small tits jiggled as she shuddered.“She has to work, too,” I told my daughter. “Don't have her lick your pussy all day.”“I won't, Mother,” she chirped.I sat down to work. I wrote emails, checked sales figures, looked at the company's depressing finances. I called a few clients, making sure they were happy. About a half-hour into it, my daughter sauntered in.She moved with that bored-and-trying-to-attract-my-mother's-attention sway. Her hands behind her back, shifting around in my. But without them you won't be able to go to school with me, and you'll be stuck in that wheelchair for months. Besides, you won't be wearing that leather outfit much longer anyway. We're here to get you some normal clothes." And if anyone asks, just tell them that when you dress up like that it makes Tia all hot and bothered. That'll confuse 'em." I didn't like Jody's suggestion, but Tia nodded and licked her lips. And then licked mine. Ouch. "Besides, I doubt greatly if anyone will have a clue. Plus, people are going to slow down on the highway when they see her car. They'll think it's an unmarked cruiser." That's not a bad idea," Christa said. "Those things are ugly, though. She'll want to borrow the van instead after all." Nah, it's Erica," Will shrugged. "She won't care about what it looks like, as long as she can come and go without having to ask anyone for a ride." I'm worried about letting her drive out on the road by herself. People drive like retards. The other day, I almost.