Then she would join me in the bathroom while I scrubbed down. She'd sit on the toilet or the sink counter and we'd chatter away.It was around this tim..., about two or three months into my full nudity around her that I began to wonder if my mom was being tolerant of my nudity simply because she wanted me to feel comfortable around the house. I began to suspect that she might be getting a thrill out of my exhibitions. Up till then, I believed that we had never crossed overt incest boundaries, but,. Her panties were soaked—they hadn't been in the Girls Room only minutes before the final bell—and her fingers brought her relief.Afterwards she started on the chores she'd agreed to do around the house. This included the laundry; she'd rather do that than the vacuuming and dusting. While she was sorting clothes she ran into something that puzzled her. She hadn't done the laundry in a week. She had seven panties in the hamper, and seven of her dad's shorts. But there were only two pair of. At the beginning she gagged a little, but thatsoon subsided. It almost seemed, though she was weeping a bit that shewas enjoying it. Was she crying because she was enjoying it? I wasgetting so close to exploding, but I didn't' want that yet. I pulled herback up to me and kissed her lips in a hard masculine kiss. I believethe stubble on my face may have scratched her a bit but she didn't seemto mind. I pulled the dress up over her head and off. The blonde nowstood in front of me in her. She left the house, she arrived at school and her head teacher asked her in to his office, she sat down, she sat with her legs spread apart hoping he would catch a glimpse, he looked but the second he did, He looked away but his eyes was to strong he couldn't stop looking.She started to seduce him, she started to slip her hand down her nickers, started to stroke at her pussy. she stood up and walked over to him, she sat on his lap, she bounced up and down making him all hard she stroked at his.