"But it's not something a girl asks about her father, dear" Why, Mom?"Her daughter had her there, Janet realized."Ah… I… I don't know, it just isn...t the done thing, that's all." But, Mom, I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all, remember?"Janet swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer her daughter's question, but couldn't think of one. Remembering how her own mother had. Actually, she was shaped like a short barrel and was about as appealing as one. What saved her was her ability at the stove. When she got to work on a meal, magic happened. The other staff member was her daughter and everything Esmerelda was in the looks department Fernanda wasn’t. She was 19, at least 6 inches taller than her mother with long curly brown hair she normally had it tied up in a bun, striking green eyes, nice breasts that stood proudly from her chest and an ass that was about as. I walked back over and removed my sweatpants, allowing my throbbing penis to escape. I checked once again to see if she was sleeping, and got not response, so I gently laid my penis into the palm of her hand. She instinctively closed her fingers around it, and I began to thrust very slowly. I quickly realized I could cum easily, so I stepped back, fetched her black nylon panty off the bed, and laid it in her hand, then put my penis against it and rubbed myself. The excitement was amazing, but I. “Go ahead, Mother,” Matt directed me out of the way, “I think you know what to do.” He turned back to Lisa and waved his arm to the space I’d vacated. “Lay down, sis, put your ass on the pillow.” As she got into position, Laurie knelt between her daughter’s outstretched legs, one hand on each inner thigh. As she stroked Lisa’s firm young flesh, Laurie let her tongue drag slowly along her leg, inching closer to her daughter’s freshly filled pussy. As she came within an inch of her.