The only similarity was the horn barrette, little plastic pitchfork, and the forked tail that now just peeked out from under the dress around her knees. XXX My own mother! Once we were alone a short distance from home I accused, “You did that on purpose.”
She looked at me with feigned shock and declared, “Why Honey, how could you say that? I wondered what he would make of the smell of sex in his room when he came back home, but I didn’t care at all. “I’m sorry Randy, but it just kinda happened. I took a deep breath then nervously jumped out the door and quickly as I could and shut it behind me before walking up to Dad who was alone now just standing by the stairs. “Oh, that tickles,” she laughed. How could he tell me to fuck his own wife!
