Steph kissed his cheek, and to his surprise Vicky did as well.“Hey, whoa. I had no idea I was so popular. Welcome to my humble abode, girlies. How ...as the flight?” He put their bags by the hallway leading to the bedrooms and led them back through the kitchen to the room where he’d been watching TV.“Oh, you know, just a flight. Not bad,” Steph said. “It’s fun traveling without mom and dad, you know. Much more liberating this way.”“Kinda the point, I suspect,” he said. “You want anything to. She had a firm tush, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. I pressed the stretchy material of her outfit into her crack.My daughter gasped, looking behind her. Her eyes were wide, such a bright shade of blue. “Mom?”“Oh, you’re such a cute kitten,” I purred, leaning in. I pressed my breasts into her back as I nuzzled into the side of her face. I kissed her cheek, my nose rubbing against her face. My fingers squeezed and kneaded her rump, my pussy getting hotter and hotter, soaking those. I don’t mean your dad ... I mean Richard Banks; my father ... It was him I cursed when we were love-making. Because you fucked me just like he used to!”I gaped at her, “Your ... own Father?”“And I must tell you right now Ben; He was your father also.”I was still gaping at her!“And I have to say you look very much like him. You see, dad wasn’t your natural father. You were sired by my father; Richard Banks; who was forcing me to have sex with him ... when I was sixteen.”She paused to give it a. He had unconciously placed the pillow in front of himself, and he stood there, hugging it close with both arms around it. Isolde put her left hand out, and patted the bed beside her hip. “Come sit next to me, Honey,” she said quietly. And then, “Are you okay? I want you to be happy, too.”George placed his pillow upright, against the headboard, and climbed into the bed beside Isolde. He pulled the sheet up to his waist, and turned towards her. She turned toward him, and reaching her right arm.