As often as I could. Sometimes I'd be wearing somethingwhen my Mom went to do the laundry, and I'd be sweating buckets thinkingshe would notice the mi...sing underwear that needed to be washed.I used to wear her bra's, too. Obviously they didn't fit, but I lovedthe feeling on my chest. I have some great memories of when I first usedto dress. The adrenaline and fear as well as the sexual rush.I used to love the nights my parents went out together. For a few hours,so long as I kept the clothes. She sucked and licked the first one clean, then the second, then the third, slowly and sensually, without breaking eye contact. I moaned as I watched, barely able to take her taunting any more. She climbed on top of me, straddling me, still looking into my eyes, and slowly, lightly, barely touching me, rubbed her pussy from the base of my cock to the tip. She then grabbed my cock firmly, and it took all her self control not to throw herself on it. Instead, she slided just the head in, and. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mom worked the next day but even though she wore one of her leather skirt outfits, I didn't try to approach her in an inappropriate way. For her part, Mom was equally muted in her interaction with me, almost shy. There were no suggestions of hot chocolate, by her or me. As the evening wore on, Mom's long legs attracted me more and more but I didn't say or do anything improper. I was deathly afraid of ruining a good thing and was quite content to. “Oh yeah look at you” my Daddy mocked me with his voice, “there you go baby, suck on Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” I sucked on the head of my Daddy’s big purple cock like a lollipop. As I continued working my tongue around my Daddy’s cock like his personal servant, he ripped open my blouse, exposing my lacy light pink bra. “Oh yeah baby” Daddy groaned as reached down to release my full breasts from the confining bra. Daddy helped himself to playing with my tits as he began to fuck my.