One boy in particular "simon" is very friendly with our daughter and is always textin her and round most evenings. One day at work I thought I would s...prise my husband when he came home from work, so when I got home I quickly jumped in the shower,made sure my pussy was trimmed and put some leggings and a tight jumper on with nothing underneath. I came down stairs and walked into the kitchen and noticed my daughter's cell phone flashing. I picked it up and I must of accidentally pressed a. ”“And that little girl crying in the bathroom?”Odd. Until Mom mentioned it, just now, I was completely unaware of weeping sounds coming from my head. They’re unmistakable. Mom stops me from going to comfort Gwen. Claims empathy and comfort are feminine commodities. Logic is masculine. Suggests I devote some time considering how to logically explain to Luz and Carlita, what they think they saw, wasn’t real at all!“What’s her name? Did you fuck her?”“Gwen. Guenevieve. She’s virgin. We were going. I asked for your panties. Just skin out of them right now and hand them to me.”We’d talked once on the role of romance in eroticism as opposed to blatant sex, I, arguing for the merit of flat-out-no-coy-games sex as having greater erotic impact. Jenny had taken the Harlequin road to romance ... move in slowly ... kiss a lot, hug ... don’t talk about it ... just let it happen. “That’s wimpy,” I voted.We’d been here before ... intellectually. Was it to be the dance? Or were we going to push the. All in Ultra HD. I checked the number of viewers. Thousands, all paying to watch a mother and her daughter fuck and be fucked for the first time together. My cock twitched at the thought of the revenue, and that was just tonight’s. I wasn’t at all sure how it happened, but suddenly my head was between Andrea’s legs, her smooth freshly shaved cunt so close. A voice told me to lick her, it wasn’t Kurt, but it didn’t matter, as I ran my tongue the length of her labia. It parted, and I saw her.