They were "our" Saturdays then, as much a ritual for me as Mark's golf was for him. I had indulged in a special coffee, one I would save for Saturday ...orning. As soon as Mark left, I would carefully measure and grind the beans, and once the coffee began dripping into the pot, I would go upstairs. Elaine would be outside, playing with one of her friends on the swing set that Mark had built when she was first born. I would sit in my daughter's room, in that undersized rocking chair next to the. I followed and she smiled over her shoulder as I followed her to her small room, smaller even than my own. I sat on the edge of her bed and watched her strip down her wrinkled soiled clothing to her plain white cotton panty. I saw with pleasure that the front gusset of the panty was dark with wetness and only then did I realize the new smell coming from her body.I could have fucked my mother right there and then - she would never have denied me.Instead, seeing her son's penis again hard and. “Keep the skirt on, you slut! The work has just begun!” I whispered to her as we sat down. As we were eating, I couldn’t resist myself from staring at her with a wide grin.She stamped my foot and whispered, “Not in front of the kids!”. So I decided to not do something infront of them, instead I dropped my spoon and bent down to pick it up. Initially my idea was to pick up the spoon and then take off her panty, but I after I did that, I found the eight wonder of the world. This was amazing, and. It seems like I got a green signal that time.With more courage I asked her, “Can I see your boobs now?” She showed some anger and asked me to leave. But moved closer to her and hold her tight and started pressing her boobs. Wow! It was the first time I was touching someone’s boobs. It feels so good. She wasn’t resisting and then with one swift move, she fled away and went out of the room. I was unable to do anything else that day. So after a while I left.I thought she might complaint about this.