I had never heard her, or in fact my father, use language like that before, but my amazement quickly turned to curiosity, then to lust, as I heard my ...ad moan, a sound just like I had heard when I caught them fucking.I crept silently to the kitchen door, and I looked through the gap and my hand slid down under my skirt, straight into my knickers as I saw my mum knelt on the floor in front of my dad, his thick erect cock in her hand and mouth, her other hand inside her own skirt, obviously. So my friends and had pretty much become stationary at the entrance to the kitchen where the front door was still in view and ditto the back door.At around 11:00, it happened. Denise walked through the door. She walked in with a couple of friends, but I noticed no one but her. My conversation with the girl I had been talking to trailed off to nothing, the guys facing the door were standing aghast, the guys not facing the door, finally turned to see what we were so in awe of. They too seemed to. I wouldn’t force me on her touching her without permission would be rape.When she used to sleep sometimes I used to go naked to her room and jerk off and unload my cum on her feet and clean it silently so she wouldn’t think I was desperate. She started acting weirdly kept touching my hand whenever she used to give me something.She used to wake me up with a bed tea and milky boobs which my dick used to curse me for not touching them. The demon inside me us unleashing its fury but I was able to. "Don't get all in a huff, now." Mo reached out gently to touch Carl's shoulder as he continued. "Your dad and mine were good friends, and I was introduced to Old Carl when I was still rising in the hierarchy at J.A.M and learning the ropes. Old Carl told me about you, just after my father had passed away and left me in charge at J.A.M. Aluminum. He also told me about your pending graduation from Wharton, and about your being engaged to a wonderful Bryn Mawr girl, Madison."Old Carl had been a.