She had just finished bathing her son, the product of the interaction with the wall, and as I watched, my eyes drifted down his nude form and rested o... his cock, Sara saw me, 'It's a beauty, is it not', she said, and as she spoke, her finger went behind it and she toyed with it, playfully, while the boy laughed and got an erection, 'See what I mean', she said.'He has his father's attributes', I said, in part embarrassment, his erection was large, but Sara was unperturbed, 'He will make a lot of. I couldn’t see his asshole, but I imagined it was just as hairy. By this time, I was dripping wet and dying to climb on the bed and take his cock into my mouth, but I managed to control myself.When he let out a loud snore, I jumped, then tip-toed into the master bath and left the door open a crack. I folded my towel on the rack and stepped over the low floor lip and into the luxurious shower. The shower enclosure was probably eight feet long and six feet wide with multiple showerheads on each. The young girl knew that something was not quite right in her thinking about such matters but she felt no urge to change her preference now that she was in a nice groove of pleasure at the outcomes. Besides most of her close female friends were also called “Daddy’s Bad Little Girl” plus their name right after just like her to get her into the right frame of mind for her submissive behavior. It actually made her panties damp each time she thought about that Pavlovian reaction to the title and. Nobody seemed to be immune to her to her charms. Men were constantly tripping all over themselves trying to please her, and most of the time they would make complete fools of themselves. As far as I knew she had never been unfaithful to my father, even though, as he had once told me ( with some pride) that he didn't see the need to have sex more than once a month.Even my friends were not immune. One day, over a few beers my friend Chad told me that he was in love with my Mom. I thought he was.