"I want to be on top, so I can look down at you, then I want you from behind, doggy style I think it's called."Dad groaned when I said that, I could s...e the lust on his face, the wanting in his eyes."Oh, and I want you to cum in my mouth, even if we don't do anything else I want to try that. I know it's horrible and dirty, and disgusting, and nice girls don't do that, but Dad I want to, just for you, just with you." I was bright red with shame at what I had just said and my boobs were heaving. After toweling off, she was escorted to a massage room. Standing there waiting, she noticed how her skin tingled from the bath. Like Sandy had said, it felt divine. “Afternoon, Miss Marsh,” said the gravelly voice. With a start she looked up to Bruno standing at the door. Upon seeing his brutish mug again she cringed. Without realizing it she looked down at his crotch and remembering the monstrous cock lurking there. She glanced back up. Bruno was smiling broadly. “Shall we get started?” he. Our story is one of discovery and exploration, of love and lust, and at times of teenage angst. But, most of all it is a story of joy. To provide some context, our story takes place when there was no internet, no DVDs, no “sexting”, no home computers, and no cellular phones; a time when most boys’ exposure to sex was through a stolen copy of Dad’s Playboy magazine or National Geographic pictures in the local library; and a time when a girl’s exposure to sex was slumber party chatter and after. I had a bottle of Drambuie and I waved it under Mom's nose asking her if she was interested? I took it from her smile of pleasure that she was quite keen and I popped the cork and passed the bottle to her for her to try."No Glasses?" Mom didn't wait for my reply, just lifted the bottle to her lips and took a swig, shuddering as the fiery draught slipped down her throat and then said: "God that's great."I took a sizeable swig myself and, after we'd consumed a further couple of mouthfuls each, we.