She excuses herself to shower and change after her long shift at work. After several minutes, she is quickly moving into her bedroom in just a small ...owel. She leaves the door open so we can talk. I move over toward the kitchen to lean against the counter, and discover that I have a partial view into her bedroom. I see her take her towel off, and slip into a pair of shorts sans panties, and she pulls a light sweater over her head without a bra. From what I am able to see of her moving into and. The next night I decided enough was enough. She knows I am jerking to her, and I know she is fingering herself watching me. So instead of laying on the couch that night with my back to her, i decided to sit up in the recliner facing towards the fridge. I went into her room that afternoon and took panties right out of her hamper. As she came out that night for her nightly drink, I was sitting in the chair stroking, sniffing her panties and looking directly at her. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Amber held the pistol towards the floor in her right hand, her indexfinger along the slide and away from the trigger. The grip was smoothand fitted her hand well. She looked through the weapon's sights andnoted they glowed florescent in the low light. With her left hand shepushed back on the slide and then guided the slide forward to its normalposition. She thumbed the decocking lever. Next, she pushed themagazine release on the heel and it popped out. There were holes in themagazine. "Is that you Dad?" I blurted out. "Yes dear, that was my eighteenth birthday present. My parents started a lifestyle that we are continuing today" Mom what about you?" I said. Mom turned the pages to the back and showed pictures of her Dad fucking her while she sucked on her mother's tits. "That was my eighteenth birthday," she answered. "When your Dad and I married we didn't realize how much we had in common. One summer both our parents came to visit at the same time and the truth came out. We.