My penis tightens for the last, exquisite time. In sweet pulses of sex pleasure my pumping penis spurts its load of white sex cream over the purple sa...in of my daughter’s underwear. But in my frenzied imagination its not my daughter’s knickers I’m soaking. She’s bent over naked in front of me, my hand on her soft warm thigh, my nozzle aimed between her smooth young buttocks. “Fill my crack!” my daughter cries, and her naked buttocks and spread thighs quiver with her excitement! I thrust my. It was going to be family movie time and I had lots of fun things to show my lovely amoral and sleazy females.I started off the show with a video recording taken inside our house of the two sisters plotting exactly how I would be either murdered or framed for a life in prison. This nicely shocked them right from the start to show them that they no longer had any secrets from me. The fate, and their asses, were mine ... and the sooner they understood this, the better.The next sequence was one of. Poor man went bright red, but he kept looking. When we got up to leave I looked to see if he had a hard-on, but the paper was covering his lap.Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I never cross my legs like most women do, Jon won't let me.As we got on the train at Embankment Jon told me to stand near door and hold onto one of those leather straps that hang down. I'm not very tall and I have to stretch to reach. My dress hemline got even higher on the side where my arm was. I miss that."I force a gentle smile. "Perhaps it was a mistake to stop." My role comes so naturally to me after all these years.A pleased smile appears on his lips and his gaze returns back to my neck and shoulder. "Perhaps it was, mother."His other hand moves down from my shoulder, grasps the tiny zipper, and gently tugs it down the length of my back. I sit still and watch soberly as my son seduces me.Both hands move up to my shoulders, going beneath the top of my dress and then easing it over.