Then I shrugged to myself, dismissing these bizarre thoughts. After all, she was my daughter, and what was so terribly wrong about the two of us takin... a bath together? Think of it as a bonding experience, I told myself. Reassured, I lay my head back and closed my eyes."Mom... ?" My eyes drifted open, and I gazed at Cherie questioningly. She had raised herself up slightly, her rosy nipples barely above the water. "Do you think you could wash my back? I'd really like that." Sure," I smiled. At one point I thought she sounded to be in some pain, so I slowed down a little, hesitating. “Don’t stop” she screamed at me. I continued pounding her ass. I moved one hand down and fingered her pussy vigorously. The four girls watching had all migrated down to this end of the shower. I made the mistake of fingering her with my left hand, and gripping her hips with my right hand. My right hand I had used to lube her ass with. After a minute of fingering her, I lost my grip and slapped into her. I justified my behavior and continued it. But I limited my flirting with her, was never really overt, and she was never all that she was actually into me. Sure I felt a little sexual tension between us, and I knew from the way she swung her foot and played with her hair while we talked that she was being flirty and liked my attention, but it was fairly harmless, and it would end there...or so I thought. Lizzy started school that fall and worked a lot less. She still made time to drop by my. Thirty minutes after that there was a lite knock on my patio door.Jill stood there wearing a pair of daisy duke shorts and a bikini top and did she look sexy with a shy or should I say sly smile. She came in and said she got so lonely with Jack on the night shift. I said" Is that the only thing you get" No and I bet you can help me with the other" Sure can where would you like to start on the couch or on the bed" lets go straight to the bed"On the bed we stripped each other and started.