Dinner had taken place without any mention of the taboo subject. Much to my relief. Maybe it would all be an uncomfortable thing in the past. I couldn...��t help blaming myself though. If I hadn’t made my original request, Danny never would have even started thinking in the baby-making direction. Especially the part about making love to his mother. I had stripped off all my clothes in my bedroom, and before I could put on my robe, I heard a slight noise behind me. I whirled just in time to see. It was so warm and wet in there, I was in heaven and she was loving it too.“Yeah that’s it shove ‘em right up there, yeah that’s it, oh yeah, uhh, umm yeah oh fuck, just do it. Shove your whole fucking hand up there” she removed her fingers and licked them again, as I folded my thumb onto my palm and started to slide my hand slowly into her extremely tight pussy.“Faster, I need it all now, shove it right in there” I obeyed and shoved my hand right up into her pussy.At this rate, she wasn’t. I liked her and didn't wantour good relationship to be affected if Mark blabbed.If he had been older - perhaps. No, I thought, grinning to myself, aboy ought to be as old as I before he secretly wears girl clothing.As always Lena slept after her baby bottle, and Mark looked as thoughhe, too, couldn't keep his eyes open much longer. The right time for myhomework.I'd scarcely started it, when she became restless. Was the diaperalready wet again? No, everything OK there. She just didn't want to. The long muffled groan escaped as the head of the massager filled her. Jessie’s sexual lips stretching around it to form fit it inside her. Her whole body now vibrated. That’s where it stayed as I found the feather again.Once over the right nipple, twice over the left, and three times over her clamped clit. Jessie’s body shook at the touch of the feather. The massager pulsed inside her. The process was repeated. Then again. And yet again.Jessie was almost there. Did I want her to be? Yes. I.