They were watching the silly birds bathing with careless abandon in the wading pond built many years before he had purchased the mansion and the groun...s of the Harrow estate. His daughter had been in a state of despair ever since the ill-fated trip to the Carstairs estate. He was certain from Sir Lionel's explicit description of his daughter's behavior that she was no longer a virgin and that his son was in no position to offer his hand in marriage since he was committed to a contracted union. At the time she thought it was the excitement of having sex with his mother but later on she realized he wanted more; he wanted to possess her, body and soul.His possession of her took many forms. It began that night with the ‘storytelling’. He told her he wanted to watch her masturbate and she touched herself for him. The sight of his mother with her legs spread, hand over hand, massaging her pussy would never leave him. While she slowly rubbed and climbed, he had her tell him about all the. "You were about to say Barbara, weren?t you?" "Oh, god" "WEREN?T YOU?" "Yes." "Sounds like a story to me. We?ll get back to that." "First off, yesterday I watched you playing with yourself. I want to see you do that now." "Pervert," she hissed. "That may be, but you did and you will." Shutting her eyes, she slowly brought her hands down to her tits, rubbing her nips with her thumbs. "Nice," I said after a few minutes, "but I didn?t say you could shut your eyes." As she opened them, I said, "now. " I said, grabbing my note pad I'd put onto his desk. "Prove it." He grinned and I glanced up at him. He walked over to the other side of the room, shutting the doors, closing the blinds and looked over his shoulder at me. His smile made him look like he was eighteen, for he was in his twenties, quite young for a teacher. I put my notepad down and he grabbed my waist, bringing my close to him and he pressed his lips against mine. His warm fingers roamed up and down along my waist and sides of.