“As I recall, you told me that your family is usually nude in the house when you have no visitors.”“Yeah. The girls have been told that we are u...ing ‘guest rules’ today.” I looked at my eldest daughter. “But someone obviously didn’t listen very well.”“Margaret Erin!” Erin yelled in shock from behind me.“Yes Mother?” The voice was a little more meek.“Upstairs. NOW! Get dressed, all of you!” Erin was not quite yelling, but she was using her commanding Mom voice.“What’s all the noise about? Oh. Me: Okay, mom, I won’t ask you that, but can we talk about it?Mom felt a bit of relief and agreed quickly with a nod to avoid my first question.Me: It was the first time you ever masturbated in front of me. Was it weird to do it in front of your son? Be honest, mom! Remember your promise!She paused for a bit and then said.Mom: I think it should be weird. I wanted to think that way, but I must say, I was a little turned on by it.She pulled me even harder now of her embarrassment.Me: Did you get. Her wet hairs made me crazy.I controlled myself. And spread a towel on the bed. Then I told her to get on it. She removed the robe. There she was in a red lingerie. That was complementing her 32c boobs and 34 ass so well. She lied down.Me- your lingerie is hiding your beauty. Plus the oil would spoil it. And you can’t relax if you wear something so tightSneha- why don’t you take them off?Me- my pleasure.Then I dimmed the lights, played some soulful music on the laptop and changed myself to only. Her pale blue French knickers were cast aside, the flimsy silk, very expensive garment treated as a rag.Hillary could afford to be careless with her material possessions, being extremely wealthy and besotted with her new man of three months.Three months earlier He had approached her on business terms, wanting to find a partner and during the interview, he had visited the toilet and she had spied on him as he pissed, as she did with all her male clients. The toilet cam was a boon to her.