" I cant remember" I raised my head and looked at her face again, "Mum, I know its been a long time... well since you were intimate with someone. I wa...t you to know something. I really do love you. I can't stop the way I feel about you. I want us to be more than just mother and son. If you feel this is wrong,....... I never got a chance to finish what I wanted to say.Her mouth was on mine and her tongue was exploring it. Our hands were back moving up and down each others bodies as if we were. Mind you it wasn't all bad we got off at the wrong stop one day and decided to call into a pub that seemed to be stocked with young single guys that had nothing better to do than talk to an 'Aussie' couple two going out of there way to tell us the best tourist places to visit. Happy days, they were good looking well presented and as interested in Anne as she was in them, we spent a lovely afternoon sightseeing with them before returning to their flat for drinks. It was no surprise to find that. ”“Well dad, I am who I am, and I really don’t care what anyone but you thinks of me. If the world was the way I think it should be, I’d go naked if I felt like it, and no one ought to be able to say anything about it!” I declared.“OK, baby girl. Just call me to bail you out,” Daddy said.“Dad, did you think I was being bad?” I asked.“No honey, but I was surprised how grown up you look. I had to remind myself that you are my daughter, and not some hot rodeo cowgirl,” Daddy explained.“Do you think. I'd trace my fingers around my breasts, around the bottoms and sides, around the tops so that my fingers would meet at the soft valley between them. And down, I'd move my hands down, spiraling inward slowly, around and around until I found my nipples at last.My aching nipples, hard and rubbery, not too long, but enough to play with, enough to pinch and flick and rub with my thumbs. They loved that, being rubbed and pressed down on so that they disappeared into my soft tits. And sometimes I'd.