.. uh ... do what we discussed?”It was weird. My father was asking me if I shaved my mother’s pussy. I heard her moan and looked down at her. She ...ad two fingers in her pussy. She was propped up on the pillows. Her legs spread, her eyes closed. I could hear the wet squelching sounds as she rode her fingers.“Yes, dad, I did.” Should I add that I did the other thing he used to do when he shaved her?“Uh ... good ... good! Look, I can only guess how difficult this is for you. Since her stroke, she. Freely stroking myself in front of her, as if no one was there, I felt so alive. At first we both casually watched the TV while we went at ourselves, until I looked over and politely asked if she wouldn't mind taking off her shirt. With a sly smile, I told her I wanted to steal some glances at her too if that was okay. That was the rock that broke the floodgates, as she stood up and promptly took off her shirt and bra. She then pushed her chair so it was facing me and started telling me how hot. I was wild with need.I wanted it bad. I reached over and started to undress him, took loose the buttons of his shirt while we kissed, he took off his shirt. I reached for his belt managed to unbuckle it and the same for his pants. Took the zipper down, while we kissed I reached in through to his red bikini under shorts, (lucky guess of mine his favorite color). What I felt in my hand pushed me away, it was much wider than what I have ever had. I moved away a little and told him softly’“Please. He was apologizing for the light, saying he kept meaning to replace that fluorescent tube, but did I know how much of a pain in the ass it was to replace those things? I just shrugged and nodded. I was standing next to the old, patched-up recliner and watching as he rummaged around inside a box next to the television set. He was mumbling, "Let's see, let's see," and then finally said, "Ahh! Here it is." He put a disc into the DVD player and then stood up and turned to face me. The flickering.