Yeah, I think, that dildo is keeping me chilled out. I guess I should call it a ?chilldo? I silently (for several reasons) laugh. Gallows humour is ...he best kind.The hand starts to expertly work the head and I would squirm if I could, but I am held in place to the pole behind me, not by miles of rope, but by the simple, elegant solution of a very large, very unmovable plug up my ass with its base attached to the pole.I am mortified to realize I am really starting to get close as this guy. ”“I understand,” she said. “Anyway, I need you to go to the store and get a couple of things for the next couple of days.”“Okay, what?” I said.“Just bread and a six pack of IPA,” she said. “We’re out of both. Oh, and one of those big cans of pineapple juice.”“Okay, got it. I’ll go now. It’s not that late; the mini-mart is open. I’ll just walk; I need to burn some calories,” I said.“Okay,” she said.It was only half a mile to the store and I was feeling good. I didn’t get enough exercise that was. It was all her idea. She should be here, but she had to settle for masturbating at her sister’s house while watching the fun on the laptop.“God, she’s gorgeous, Phil,” moaned my wife. “Can you see her pussy from the doorway? The camera’s not in the right place for me to tell.”I nodded my head, forgetting my wife couldn’t see me through the nanny cam yet. My eyes were glued on my daughter. She lay on her belly, the curves of her ass rising above her sleek back before they transitioned into her. . yeah," Chris answered uncomfortably.She reached over and touched his hand. "It's nice to have someone that I care about appreciate it."Chris saw something in his mother's eyes... some emotion that he couldn't quite identify.He quickly changed the subject.As they talked, Chris noticed for the first time the looks that his mother got from men. He realized how attractive she was to other men, and suddenly felt a strange emotion himself. One he was not accustomed to: jealousy! He knew it was.