"You cannot show our faces, and I want us to remain anonymous. No meeting anyone you show them to."Quickly agreeing, I posed us in the bedroom, before...the blue drapes which covered the walkout to the pool. The pictures were cheesy, and I felt terribly awkward looking into the lens of the tripod mounted camera, my naked wife hugging my body, the self-timer clicking away.And now, here we were, contradicting all agreements, taking risks, excited.All because of a simple flirty chat that had started. I remember that I was never a very tentative lover either. I was all-in, whether I was attacking an erection or pulling a girl's cunt down onto my face; another indication that my daughter was a lot like her mother. (I seem to be sounding like a broken record on that point.) Then she proved that to be true once again."I know something else you'll probably like Mom. Close your eyes for a sec." Are you kidding?" I asked. I couldn't imagine what she was going to do, but I went along.Megan slid out. She was oozing with her fluids, emanating strong smell from her pussy, and so what if she hadn’t showered, there was no stink anywhere. Just a glistening pussy, darkish pink, right in front of my nose and I went straight in.I knew that fucking her with my tongue would leave her gasping for breath. I resumed where I left last night – spreading her pussy lips as wide as possible, I was quick to locate her hole. I straightaway buried my tongue into it.As I began tongue-fucking her and kissing her. .. "I'm tired of nagging you about it. I figure maybe I can be a part of it instead of trying to stop you. He looked at me, trying to understand what I was saying. "Soooo," I went on... (Trying to look as sexy as I could, I arched my back with my arms tight at my sides, making my breasts bulge out under my tank top, which I had pulled down earlier and was riding a little low in front. It worked; as I could see his eyes dart down to look at my cleavage, and my now-erect nipples pointing at him-.