I was feeling so ashamed and guilty already.David-“And your phone number Andy?! Tell us your phone number!”Me-“Ok daddy....., my phone number is...three zero three, nine zero six, seven eight four three..”I was so nervous about being exposed, but it was too late now.He then grabbed my cock and gave it a few firm strokes. David-“Are you ready Andy?”Me-“Yes daddy”He grabbed my left ankle with his left hand, leaving his right hand free to swat my ass. He started spanking me. Alternating from cheek. He slid a finger deep into her pussy and began nibbling on her clit. She groaned and began to rub her pussy against his face. The stubble on his chin grazed her sensitive pussy, but the pain turned her on even more.He shoved two more fingers inside of her and began fucking her hard with his hand. Michael bought his other hand towards her tits and started pulling and twisting her nipples. She began moving faster, grinding her pussy against his face, moaning and grabbing at his hair. She felt. It had been several months after my father was killed when it began to dawn on me that my mother, Beth, a woman who'd gotten herself fucked regularly by my father suddenly no longer had anyone meeting her physical sexual needs. I found myself wondering how mom took care of those needs that a grown mature woman has just through the natural needs of her womanly body.One night I heard moans and signs and the sounds like I'd heard before when mom and dad would fuck coming from my mom's bedroom. It. But he didn't say that to Linda."Do you think he told her about what you two did?" he asked.Linda blushed. "Probably. She told me quite openly about what she saw him doing today, so it wouldn't surprise me if he was just as open with her. Oh god, Steve, do you think we're bad parents?"Steve shook his head. "Because our family gets along so well? I'd say this makes us great parents!"Linda laughed. "That's some interesting logic."Steve was now fully erect, and Linda found herself stroking him.