If I was trying to hide my own rising libido, I was failing miserably, my voice felt thick, like treacle, my palms were sweaty, and my slumbering pus...y, so long dormant, screamed for that cock being teased in front of our watching eyes, 'Fucking hell Sara it like a male strip show', I know she was my daughter, but right now she was another female, a younger and more beautiful version of me, crying out for the same attention, right now she was not my daughter, she was competition.I turned and. " Good," my mum said. "Tell her I will be over early enough to have a word with her before she goes off to her cleaning job. There is something I want to talk to her about." Ok!" Rory said.When we got through to the kitchen I turned to my mum and pulled her into me. I hugged her and kissed her and said."Mum, you are truly amazing, I love you, but I am only beginning to realise how much."My mum hugged me, and kissed me back."I love you too Becky and I am only now realising how quickly you are. "Mummy you are dreadful, mouth and tongue only mind". "Of course darling". Linda turned the phone off and faced Oliver. She smiled, with her eyes this time. "Right my boy, upstairs, bring those panties with you and show me where Mary keeps her canes". She selected a thin whippy cane, about 3 feet long and took Oliver into her bedroom. "Right my boy, dressing gown off". Oliver complied and stood facing her in his boxer shorts. "Boxers too" He stripped off his shorts, put them with the dressing. " His father made no effort to hide his disappointment.His mother would usually take Charles in her arms and smother him atthis stage of the altercation and Reginald would sniff disapprovingly,flick his broadsheet and mumble something about pansies.Charles delighted in his mother's soft embrace, the smell of herperfume, the gentle caress of her Angora sweater."The boy will end up a fucking homo if you keep mothering him like youdo!" Major Reginald Beason (Rtd) growled, pouring scotch and.