I wanted to see it. I wanted to do more than just see it."Lock the door behind him. Make sure no one disturbs us." She issues this order to her bodygu...rds, but in a mellow respectful tone."Yeah, i-its me." I weakly confirm her guess as she beckons me closer. Eventually I end up sitting right next to her. Even sitting down, she almost towers over me. I have to look up at her to see her gorgeous face. I get a closer look at her fit but not unshapely body. Her tits were huge, and her perky pink. “It’s alright, Mary,” he says just as calmly as before. “This is a good lesson for her. Tomorrow is already going to be a big change for her. She may as well get to learning this lesson now.”“What’s going on tomorrow?” the teenager asks, her face etched with curiosity but her mind raging with fear.“You’ll find that out tomorrow,” her mother snaps. “Now, I’m going to override your father on this. No more time with the horses. You need to get back on track with being a lady and learning how to be. . It had to be guilt. I wasn't dumb. I could figure it out and she had to be feeling guilty about having sex with her own daughter. I wanted to talk to her about it, but I was afraid of making her feel worse, you know? I didn't want Mom to think I only loved her because we had sex, that wasn't even remotely true! I thought of it more like, I dunno ... playing Scrabble or something. Sort of a fun family activity — and kinda educational too, if you stop and think about it.And she wouldn't talk to. She looked very comfortable in checked pyjama bottoms and a sweatshirt.'Oh hey Samantha you came back!' she said. 'Cool, sit down! Natalie get the girl a coke or something.''Emma dear, there's something to tell you about our Samantha,' Natalie began. She was so forthright! 'It's gonna sound a little weird at first but it really isn't, just listen till we're done.'Emma's eyes widened and she bounced around excitedly on the sofa to stare at Natalie. 'Omigod, what?' she said.'Just listen ok?'.