I asked whether mom would be cross about the bloody mess, but he said not to worry, he would sort it with her. (Later I was to find out that she alrea...y knew what was going on with dad and me, and that he didn't need to explain)So.... that was the start of fucking with my dad, and we continued to fuck continuously for the next 25 years until he died 5 years ago, when I was just turned 32. My mom had known from the start, and she had got off his telling her all the details, once I had gone to. My resting place was a few hundred feet higher than the farm, so I looked down upon it, across the valley. Had I not broken my binoculars the day before, I could have seen more clearly, but even so it was obvious that it was still the same idyllic place that it must have been those years ago. I saw the main building, the stables, the sheds, and the dozen or so one-room cabins which they rented out to tourists. I could not see the chickens and the pigs, but I made out the sheep, and the cows,. I showered and dressed and 15 minutes later I was knocking on his door. He answered , wearing only a pair of tight boxers that showed off his huge thick dick. He motioned me inside and we sat on the couch. I lit a joint and passed it to him. We smoked and made small talk but I kept looking toward his bulge which seemed to grow by the second. We finished the joint and reached out and cupped the bulge in his boxers. I slowly stroked it with one hand and cupped his balls with my other hand. He. Her eyes went straight to my cock jerking back and forth."I ...I want to suck your cock," I pleaded. "I know baby. I know. And you will. But only when I ready for you too." She reached into the drawer and pulled out a harness. It was made of leather and matched her skin tone perfectly. She handed the harness to me and opened her robe. "Help me put this on...won't you?" I took it and held it open for her to slide her legs through. I pulled it up in place noticing just how wet her pussy was..