I tried to go to sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my mother thought I was asleep. The sobbing started again so I put my arm around ...er to try to comfort her. She took hold of my arm to show that it was appreciated but this had the effect of placing my hand on her breast. I still do not know if this was accident or design but I stopped breathing for a second. A female tit. A real live female tit. I’d never felt one before and it felt soft under my hand which I did not dare. She is groomed to perfection, walking toward me.“I have seen you,” she says, craning her neck to look up at me. Behind the mask, her eyes are a cloudless sky blue. If she has seen me, I must know who she is, but I cannot figure it out. Being a builder on many projects, I have met many wealthy citizens, perhaps too many to remember her. Though they wear masks when they visit us, every now and then, a slave may still recognize them - the rumors only among the help.“And what is it you want?” I. I checked my wife's underwear drawer - it wasempty!I checked my sock drawer. It had different coloured bras, suspender beltsand a large number of packets of pantyhose and tights but no socks.I didn't want to look in my wardrobe.I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing mascara, blue eyeshadow,crimson lipstick, foundation and rouge. She had really done a job on me.I checked the bathroom. She had left me some soap, a towel and shampoo.I knew from watching her that I would need make-up. I trembled, moaning into his mouth. My nipples throbbed in my bodice as I drew him out. I rose, my skirts rustling. His hands moved, pulling up on them.Our lips parted.“My sweetling,” he grinned at me. “I knew you loved me.”“So much, Father,” I lied, fighting the urge to spit in his face. I needed his cock in me. Why did I want to fuck him? I hated him.I slammed my pussy hard on his dick, fucking down his shaft. He grunted in pleasure at my incestuous embrace. I groaned, my father’s dick.