A knock on my door drew me out of my revere, “Are you okay, Mom?” “Y . . . yes, just a dream . . . go back to bed, Son.” “If you’re okay.” Try as I might, I couldn’t fall asleep. I couldn’t force those images out of my head. I finally gave up, pulled on my light robe and headed downstairs. After replenishing the ice bucket, I poured myself a glass of Scotch. As I sipped my drink, I stopped trying to change the subject in my mind, but instead of remembering what sex was like with my husband, I was fantasizing about my son. Once I decided those fantasies were okay, I gave myself permission to enjoy them. The fingers of my free hand slid inside my robe and began lightly brushing over my taut nipple. Sometime after my second glass of Scotch, I stretched out on the sofa. “Mom . . . Mom” and someone was shaking me. “What are you doing out here instead of in your bed?” It was Jana. “I . . . I couldn’t sleep so I came out here for a drink.” “Is she okay?” I heard Jeff’s voice behind his sister. “She’s fine, just a hard night.” And then Jana giggled. I didn’t know what caused her giggle until I followed her eyes down and realized my robe had fallen open skinny exposing one of my tits. Instead of moving to cover up though, for some Brunette reason I couldn’t explain, I just looked back up at my daughter and showed her a wink. After a few seconds I swung my feet to the floor and stood up. Only then did I pull my robe closed and tie it in place. I didn’t look Jeff’s way, but real I assume he got a good look. It wasn’t until he turned and headed to the kitchen that Jana leaned in and giggled again, “Damn, Mom. That will give him something to jack off to before school.” “Gawd, I hope so.” It was Friday, and I didn’t get any housework done. I didn’t even get dressed. I mainly Hardcore just took a shower and sat in the den thinking about what I was going to do when the amateur kids got home from school. She was just as cute as he remembered, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders. I was surprised real the animal still lived; the last time I saw Hardcore her was over ten years ago. “And there is another good idea coming from you, come here you naughty girl.” I gulped down his cum while Mommy sucked on my clit. Now if it started up again.” She stopped speaking because thinking what her father might do was bad Brunette enough. "And she on you?" I heard him moan and say my name and looked around the corner very slowly. Max said he had a spare one, it might be a little tight he warned me but the water looked too good to be missing out. She laughed and said loudly, “Lets make it ten laps. You were so afraid that your father would never let you ride again. Both Ryan and I laughed at that idea; there was no way that that would happen. Lifting her gaze Tink saw a young blonde woman lead the mastiff in, she had gone past caring amateur who saw her now, the only thing she had eyes skinny for was the huge cock that swung under the mastiff, like an angry red baby’s arm. Two minutes later six guys entered the room four black, one Hispanic and Terry. It hurt. "Do you like it like this?" At that he reaches into the center console and pulls out a jewelry box handing it to me. “Just a little something to complete the look.” I open the lid, it’s a silver necklace with a heart pendent, 'Daddy’s girl’ engraved on it.