“the old bitch asked me to take my clothes off’ he spat out. I enquired who he was referring to and when he said Pat my interest was piqued. ‘sh... invited me in for a cuppa and told me she was an artist and wanted a live model – fucking hell mate - not me, dirty old bitch’.Maybe not him but I was intrigued and resolved to investigate since I’ve never been known to pass an opportunity of enjoying the company of an attractive mature woman. Pat was, no doubt, attractive even at 70. Tall at. I would make Daddy cum so hard.Licking my lips, I slipped onto the bed between his thighs. My pigtails—my new favorite hairstyle—dangled before me. The ends brushed his thighs. I grabbed his cock and shuddered. He was sticky with Mom's juices.That made this even naughtier. Double the incest. I glanced at Mom. She had such a peaceful look on her face. Wicked thoughts burned through my mind. All the kinky things we could be doing as our family.Incest was so right.I licked up Daddy's cock. I. Melissa grew up as loose as me and her mother -she had no real choice, seeing the procession of men who came to visit me - but she didn't get knocked up; she married a minister, of all people. I was only in my thirties then, but my fucking slowed down to something sedate, and I got old gracefully. My biggest thrill by then was being Melissa's chaperone when she needed a break from her husband and we went off to Las Vegas, where her hormones ran loose and she could get some real fucking.Before. If it’s a man waiter, she goes quiet and lets Aunty Ally do the ordering for her. And it’s not shy quiet either.”“Ally isn’t really our aunt don’t forget. She’s Aunty Penny’s partner. They’d be married if it was legal, but we kind of adopted her as our Aunt because she’s with Aunty Penny.”“I knew that,” I said.“But anyway, Ally once told me she’s not really a lesbian,” said Tara.“Huh? But why ... how... ?”“She’s really bisexual. Do you know what that is?”“Um, I think so...” I said.“A bisexual.