Anybody with tits, and even some without, will hear screams of ‘Show ’em! Show ’em!’ Usually it’s drunken college girls who flash the audie...ce, only to be mortified when they are untagging their pictures on Facebook. Jess and I don’t drink (we’re not legal, even if George would let us) but we like to dance and show off, so we were on the ‘stage’ with ginger ale that had maraschino cherries in it to look alcoholic. We waved, and wiggled, and incited while Mardi Gras Beads flew like bats in the. The beach was a 30 minute drive away. This time everyone appeared to be a bit more nervous and restrained. When we arrived, the guys grabbed the towels, footballs and cool-boxes and we set off along the hot sand. As we passed a large number of families and couples I was amazed to see how many people were nude and wasnt sure if I would actually have the nerve to go fully naked too. My eyes flashed through my dark glasses at all the flesh that was on display. I dont care what my mother said. I knew I shouldn’t have enjoyed looking at my daughter the way I had begun to. Hell, I shouldn’t even be looking at any girl her age the way I look at her! But, I just couldn’t help myself. What she set off inside of me was a passion I had not felt in some time, and while I knew I should have quashed it, I just simply didn’t want to. In fact, I indulged it.Lately I had begun to watch my daughter more and more around the house. I let her go shopping with her friends, who only encouraged her to. “Please mom don’t tell dad. I won’t do it anymore, I pleaded.“I would like to believe you, but you have not stopped even though I’m in the room,” she said.Without realizing it, I had continued to stroke my cock, and damn I was cumming again and could not stop. For the second time that day my mom saw me cum.“That’s it, I’m talking to your father as soon as he comes home from work,” she said before storming out of my room.After she left, I got dressed and sneaked out of the house. I was scared.