"I see you like mature women or don't you honey?". Stunded, I said, "oh my god, yes mom!". She then said to my surprise, "well am I mature enough for ...you honey?" as she turned and faced me with her legs wide open. I look at what she was showing me and I was in awe, her pussy was beautiful! She had a nice thin trimmed cunt that was soaking wet and meaty lips that were parted open ready for satisfaction! "Mom, you're my mature dream woman!" I answered! "Come here baby, get closer to your horny. I took my homework to the language lab with me, determined to get it all done, and get ahead on it. Jennifer would be spending Thursday night with me, and even though we were trying to get some homework done last night, I didn’t really get a lot out of my reading, not with Jen’s feet in my lap and her ponytail stirring in the breeze that came through the windows. I couldn’t help thinking about her waking up in my arms, even though I didn’t expect what actually happened. Last night was just. At the same time, I became acutely aware of the difference between boys and men. It was men who attracted me, and caused my pussy to moisten and tingle. Specifically, my stepfather principally attracted me, although there were certainly others - my doctor, my teacher, a neighbor. It was my stepfather, however, who first noted my emerging sexuality intuited and who, out of the kindness of his heart, undertook to introduce me to the pleasures in which I now find such delight. Along with my. But this feeling was even better. Dimly she knew there was some risk of pregnancy, but she purely didn't care. She wanted this moment to go on forever and she hugged her father to her fiercely as they finished together.They spent ten minutes kissing each other and whispering sweet nothings over and over. It was clear to both that this had been a very welcome thing in their lives. Chuck tried to tell her he was sorry for shooting in her, but she wouldn't let him, kissing him every time she could.