Under the Same Roof Mary Barnes stood under the arch that separated the hallway asian from the kitchen. A desire, carnal passion, and hunger coursed through her mind and body. She wondered if the thoughts were causing the feelings, or was it her body making her think such things? The part of her brain that was still under the medication's restraint screamed, starve those desires. It's better to die of starvation then taste the forbidden fruit. But, time and tons of water had washed most of the chemicals from her body. Becky was sitting at the table. Mary moved toward her daughter. The girl had the same chestnut hair as Elizabeth, and Becky had taken it upon herself as a young girl to start putting it in those enticing pigtails that Elizabeth wore. Mary had discouraged it many times, but that only made Becky more persistent. Mary figured it was part of what her parents said, "God will punish you." That explained why she had a daughter who reminded her of the unforgivable sin she committed over and over again with Elizabeth, her first and only true love. How ironic, Mary thought. Her parents used biblical nails and japanese shame to build the box they locked her in. She escaped only to marry a more hypocritical version of her father. Then, while telling her shrink every ungodly thought she had, Mary used the pills he gave her and rebukes from her husband to construct her own prison. Years after her daddy issues went to California, Mary had still been wearing the self-imposed chains. Every time her son's manly bulge caught her eye, or Becky wore a shirt that demanded a bra, displaying a mirror image of Elizabeth's obscenely erect nipples, or she got ensnared by one of her daughter's enticing traps set for Jason, Mary killed her feelings with another pill and fortified the walls that held her in. Without a husband to criticize her body or accuse her of being a whore when she tried to fulfill her sexual needs or medication to kill the real Mary, a beautiful new world had emerged. It was bursting at the seems with erotic imagery, arousing smells, sensual touches, and pleasures that rivaled the first time experiences from her youth. It was as if she had been granted a second chance at life. If tits it had been an overnight change, Mary would have been overwhelmed and terrified, and run back to the bland, dull life on medication. But, it hadn't happened all at once. Day by day, her mind returned, and for the first time in years, she was masturbating again. It huge took several tries before the pleasure came without the guilt and even more before she allowed herself to fantasize. Eventually, Mary was free enough to let her son's best friend join her in the land of pretend. She expected a bolt of lightning the morning she had the audacity to finger herself in the hallway outside Becky's room while Evan fucked her daughter. When the boy looked at her in the kitchen on his way out, Mary swore she would go back on the pills and see the psychologist before something crazy happened. That never happened because she convinced herself she could draw the line between fantasy and thai reality. She had enough self-control to handle anything. What went wrong? Becky had turned into a young version of herself, except her daughter looked like Elisabeth, and Elisabeth had always been able to make Mary forget the things she swore she'd never do again. The previous night, when Becky came to her room, climbed into bed, and kissed her on the mouth, the girl's lips unhinged Mary from reality. It was as if she was in the hayloft, reliving the last time she had been with Elizabeth. Now, Mary had to live under the same roof with her daughter, who she loved as a mother should, yet she wanted Becky in every ungodly way imaginable. God had opened the floodgates of his wrath just like her father, the preacher, said he would the day he told Mary she could never see Elisabeth again. Mary collected the hair hanging over the back of the chair. The girl was so bright. So, I decided that I would give asian it a chance without building her up too much. Kim can you show him?" Dennis could see tits the cloudy outline of her crotch through the distortions of the glass table. All we’ve done is kiss and you are sporting a hard-on. Just then they dismounted huge and placed her on her knees and told her to japanese suck their cocks. I got out of bed and headed for the shower. But Raoul held on, fucking her ass harder, sending her deeper thai into the bowl with each thrust. Will you remain still or do I have to stun you?” And I found it really exciting watching another much younger well-hung naked man blowing my man and learning from their technique. "Sure but what about the whore?"