I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his. I pushed his hand hard into my pussy. I wanted him to know I wanted him t... go deeper in me. He got the idea and sank his fingers in me as deep as he could. I started moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. I looked over at my husband. It was a good thing the TV was blocking his view. If he could see his son with his fingers deep in his mother’s pussy, I don’t really know what he would do. My whole body was. Come in,” I said. Johnny came inside and closed the door. I asked him to sit in the living room, while I could go and take a shower. Johnny stared at me for a few second, as if he was trying to take a better look of my body in my sheer gown. “Yeah, sure,” he replied. While I was taking a shower, I felt like someone was in my bedroom. I quickly came out of the shower and looked into my bedroom. Nobody was there. “Johnny?” I said aloud but got no response. “Johnny I know it’s you. Come out right. I remember that night feeling relaxed as I fell into sleep with the lace of my underwear riding up my butt and high on my waist. But what I remember more than that was the wonderfully vivid dream I had.I was lying on my bed and as I looked down I was dressed in one my favourite outfits. A black lace minidress that was quite high on my thighs as I looked down and beyond them was my incredibly sexy pair of black PVC thigh high boots with the five-inch heel that often forced me into a mince that. " she whispered in my ear, her breath brushing lightly on my ear lobe."Amanda!" I gasped."I think I've shocked you," she laughed lightly "but I meant it. Dad I've wanted you for years." WHAT!" I yelped in amazement.While I was still recovering from the shock of her confession her hand was pushing mine out of my lap. I was too stunned to do anything but groan when she folded down the front of my briefs and took my throbbing cock in her warm hand. Looking up sharply I found myself gazing into my.