Our tongues dueled for a moment, my hand sliding up from her pussy. I cupped her breast. I squeezed her tit. My fingers dug into her flesh.“Mmm, I w...nt you to start seducing your father,” I told her.“What about Mom?” she asked, looking away. “He loves her.”“Once he sees you as a woman...” I leaned in had nuzzled into her ear. “You're a girl. You know how to show off your body. Press against him. Kiss his cheeks. Let him feel the swell of your breasts. The hardness of your nipples...”She. He heard her give off a loud moan. Alexia’s head was back and her hands on his torso as she rocked herself on his hard cock. ‘Chris.’ ‘Yes…baby.’ She felt her first orgasm coming on quickly. Looking down at her brother she smiled and moved his hands to her hips. Then she started rocking faster and harder than before. Christian’s grip on her tightened as he began to thrust up into her feeling his release surfacing. They laid in each other’s arms panting slowly, coming off their orgasms. Both. ?" Why not? Didn't you enjoy what we did today?" You know I did, I'm still shaking, remember I didn't get off like you did. But you are suggesting an on going affair between us, mother and daughter. I won't lie to you darling, the idea is appealing to me. I miss a woman's touch and you are certainly becoming a woman fast." Think about it please Mom... I think it would be fabulous. You could teach me so much. I would love to taste you down there."Susan hugged her Mom tight and their breasts. So here I was alone, again, for the holidays. I had my viewing all picked out for the next day, starting with Miracle on 34th Street, and ending with The Bishop's Wife. I had my miniature turkey (e.g. Rock Cornish Game Hen) all stuffed and ready to go in the oven, and I had bought a pecan pie for desert. Under my Christmas tree were the grab bag gift from work and the fruitcake my bank sent me each year. Usually, I take the cake to the park the day after Christmas and crumbled it up for the.