"Your father had the exact same fetish," Mom explained. "He particularly had a fetish for toes in nylons." To make the point, she slipped out of her h...els and wiggled her nylon-clad red toes."I-I-I don't," I lied, the stammering betraying my lie."It's okay, honey," Mom said, sadly slipping her feet back into her heels. "Everyone has a few quirky kinks."Before I even had time to think what I was saying, I blurted out, dying to know, "What's yours?"Just then the waitress arrived with our wings. I still felt like a loser, but those eyes kept haunting me, even after I gave up remembering the break up and went to bed. A couple of days later I met Laura in the laundry room. This meeting wasn’t as awkward as the last, and I felt happier than I had in a long time when she looked up from the book she was reading, flashing a smile as I came in the door with my load of clothes. We chatted as I tossed my stuff into two of the machines. She told me that she was 24 and had just moved here to. I drove around for hours. I don't remember much about it. I couldn't even go anywhere because I wasn't wearing a shirt but that was okay. I wanted to be alone. I had just fucked my daughter for Christ's sake!! Finally my parental responsibility made me turn around and go home. If I was feeling this awful I couldn't imagine what Krystal must be feeling.I went into the house and up to her room. The door was closed and I heard music. I wanted to run but I had to think of my daughter so I. I never heard anyone pissing so loud before and for some reason I turned my head towards the bathroom door. Through the mirror on the wall behind the sink and the reflection of the mirror on the other wall I could see Sam standing there peeing and was shocked to see he had a huge cock. His stream was thick as it left his cock head and fell towards the toilet bowl making a loud splash as it hit the water. I could not take my eyes away from watching him pee and I just stood there mesmerized at.