I looked at her and said, "I missed you Danni." The next thing I knew, my daughter Danielle was sitting on my lap trying to hug the life out of me. We...were both crying our eyes out with joy. This was the little girl; I never thought I'd see again. She had grown into a beautiful young woman.For the next hour we just sat and talked. We discussed all our feelings. She never left my lap.Eventually the conversation got around to my son. She said not to say anything to him until she had had a chance. Guilty about spending so much time away, and guilty about my - our - dirty little secret. "I - you’re right, Mum." I didn’t need to fake anything to sound contrite. "I’ve already promised that I’d come over tonight, but I’ll make sure to spend the next few nights at home. I guess I’ve gotten used to it over the holidays." "It’s okay," she smiled, and I could see the relief on her face, "I just feel like you’re slipping away. It’ll happen too soon anyway, once you’re off to college, and I want a. He then went glassy eyed and gently pushed me back on my bed until I was lying with my feet off the side of the bed. That was when I felt him slowly part my legs and stared intently as the lips of my pussy slowly opened and I could feel a trickle of juice run out. He raised my legs up and as my knees hit my breasts I could feel a new dollop of cum drain out of me and while I expected to feel it slither across my asshole, I didn't, instead I felt Jake place his tongue next to my asshole and. These were warm, soft globes with rubbery nipples waiting to be sucked. I heard the noise of a zip being opened and a swish as her skirt fell to the floor. Then she gently pushed me away, Aunty stood in front of me in stockings, suspender belt, bra and knickers. It was like a page I’d seen in my mum’s home shopping catalogue that was entitled ‘For Those Special Nights’. My mother always tutted and hurriedly turned the offending pages over when she got to that part of the book. Now here was a.