For the next several years I tried to stay close to mom. I would position myself so I could see down her blouse if she bent over or I would try to cat...h her with just her bra on. I would also hug her a lot to feel her breast against me. This game was very exciting to me at that age.Then one day when I was 16, I got up my nerve and told mom I thought her breast were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and could I please, please touch them. She replied with the answer that most mother. I was not sure what got over me, but I had a deep desire to kiss him. Mr. Andrews got a look of confusion in his eyes but surely made his way back over to the bed and sat down. He looked up and down my body and then locked his eyes with mine once again. I could tell that he was nervous and even a bit scared, but I could also see that he wanted to kiss me. His hand moved over to rest on my leg, shaking the entire time as if he were about to touch a bomb and I was going to go off at any moment,. So i walked out there naked. Knowing i wouldnt get into any trouble considering Mommy wasnt there to yell at me. As soon as i walked in the kitchen Daddys eyes were glued to me. He looked me up and down Soon a buldge formed in his pants. I bent over exposing my sweet bare pussy to him, got my clothes and went to my room. Not saying a single word. A few minutes later Daddy yelled for me. Sammmm its time for dinner baby Comming Daddy i yelled back. We sat down at the table and ate our dinner. She slid her hands down my arms to my hands, gripped them gently, and moved them to her breasts. I noticed their shaking was gone, along with the pressure to be something more than I was at that moment. With her hands still resting on the backs of mine, I squeezed and began massaging them as I’d seen in some movies. Her smile widened. After a few moments, she pressed my hands harder against her. “Soft, but strong,” she quietly said. Her eyes closed as I increased the force of my.