Itwas time to find a new society.His online searches had shown him things even histeenage locker room talk hadnt hint of existing. Hishand strayed to ...is crotch, despite his officesurroundings, as he thought of the pictures he had seenand of the websites he had visited. Somewhere out therewere people who enjoyed the things he wanted, needed,to do. It wasnt so much that he needed to pin a lusty sixteenyear old girls hands over her head while drivingforcefully into her, or wish he was tied down. Most c***dren balk at the thought or in reality of seeing their parent fucking, I cant say I was indifferent, both were beautiful to look at, and coupling has always fascinated me, I suppose I could trace my voyeuristic fascination with daddies cock kissing mummies uterus, I closed the door ever so slightly, and did an unthinkable act, I can still remember daddy coming all the way out, and triggering my own moment of shameful bliss.Mummy, true to natures calling, soon started cock hunting. He rather hoped she would get a move on, he felt his erection going soft. Then she was dropping the fruit on his firm belly, bursting them between her fingers and massaging the pulp into his skin, but this time rather then lick him clean she sat on top of him and rubbed her body up and down against him, so that he could feel the softness of her inner thighs and her hot, thirsty cunt, palpitating against his skin. That felt good he thought, grabbing at her, holding onto her waist and squeezing. ’ ‘Maybe. I’ll think about it. But will you get me off, first? I was thinking about it all night.’ ‘Today you only give.’ ‘You’ve got to help me get off!’ ‘I don’t think so. Feel your pussy. Go on. Feel it.’ Erica touched herself. She got the most dumbfounded look and felt again. She jerked her head down toward it, then looked back to me. ‘It’s numb! What did you do to me?’ She rubbed herself again, hard. No good. ‘Anesthetic cream. You don’t get off this morning at all.’ ‘Ed! You bastard!’.