Susan could see only their heads as they lay on the faded, dirty linoleum, his face obliterating hers, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed, one of his...hands holding both of hers above her head. He was moving on top of her, making small noises, but her mother was silent beneath him. Susan was afraid to stay, afraid of being caught there seeing something strange, something she knew she shouldn’t be seeing. She was more afraid to go, and she stood there with the longing to see her mother’s face,. We played this cat and mouse game all day and I could tell we both enjoyed it. Mama would do the same in return, finding any reason to walk near me or just to feel my athletic ass which she treasured. Raiin has always told me I have a nice ass. So we had at least one thing in common right from the start. We both love asses. As the day was drawing to a close, our flirting had gotten more interesting. Raiin was tending to some emails when I walked up behind the couch leaned over and starting. One hundred years ago, an uncle marrying his niece was normal. Voltaire set up house with his niece. Today, he would be classified as a sexual predator and undergo court mandated mental counseling until he overcame his illness. Poor insane Voltaire, and he didn't even know it. He thought he was Enlightened. One hundred years ago, and still in some places today, the age of consent was as low as twelve. The first Age of Consent law was enacted in Britain because girls as young as ten were being. Sharon gasped sharply and began repeating "I love you Mommy," over andover through her rising pleasure. Carolyn fucked her adored daughter thisway for several minutes, then lowered her head to the girl's well-formedyoung breasts and went back and forth between them, licking and kissing andsucking her daughter's beautiful tits. All the while Sharon kept saying "Ilove you Mommy." "Yessss," purred Carolyn, moving up on her daughter's body to look intoher flushed face. "And Mommy loves you.