.’ Her finger touched my lip. ‘If you lie to me now, I will never talk to you again.’ Her finger lingered on my lip then slid into my mouth. ‘...ell the truth.’ As her finger slid out I said, ‘How did you know?’ She nodded, apparently satisfied that I was no longer pretending even to myself. ‘Because, I was watching you.’ She smiled at me again as her finger traced my lips. She held her hand out to me and I took it. She pulled me and I stood and moved closer to her. ‘Come and join us.’ She stood. When I said a bed would be better, she gave me a look that said don't get fresh with your mother.That evening, though, she turned down her bed and said we'd give it a try. She made me wait in the hall until she was ready and called me in. She was lying face down on the sheet wearing only pajama pants with her robe folded neatly beside her along with an open jar of skin cream. She had her head turned away from me.If she's making such a big deal of it, she must be thinking about it, I thought.. I went to open it, and there she stood in a little summer dress showing off all of her mature womanly curves.I guess I was staring again because she said, “Well, are you going to invite me in or undress me here in the hallway?”“Please come in; I’m sorry, but damn, you look so desirable right now.” She slipped past me, but as she did, she ran her fingers along my cheek before giving me a little slap.She stopped in front of the couch and turned to look at me as I closed the door. Just as it. My cock was, by this point, very hard in my pants and I could feel her firm stomach pressing against it. As I started rubbing my hand across her cheeks, I looked up and asked "Same deal? Spank her until she is warm and red and then send pictures to her father for approval?"."Yes, exactly" the mother said."Very good", and then to the daughter, "Are you ready?" Yes, I guess so", she replied."Ok, let me know if I am going to easy on you". I said as I began the first strokes.I had thought the last.