Well lets start the story.well im asleep well sort of hafway to waking up. ah yes the usual morning hardon the painfull morning missile.i release the ...astard from my jocks ah thats better but not quite.i chuck the covers of yes much better give the bugger a couple of strokes.and promptly fall back to sleep hey he does'nt go down he's still there reminding me it soon time to get up.10 min's laterWTF?My cock suddenly feels hot and wet its a familiar feeling SOMEBODIES FUCKING ME,I don't want to. It ended and dad asked if I was ready for the next one, I said "yeah but let me go get more comfortable."I ran into my bedroom and changed which normally would be a night shirt, panties and my robe but with the wine hitting me and with what was really on my mind I decided just my robe would be OK. Besides, my robe covered most of me and dad had seen me in it many times except never with nothing on under it.I popped the next movie in which was a scary one. I then turned to dad on the couch. I walk over in front of her and ask her if she thinks it is necessary for me to shave this morning. She begins running her hand up and down my pussy, then looks up at me and says, "Well, it feels okay to me, but I like shaving you, so I will do it before we take our shower." Krissy continues playing with my pussy for a minute or so, then she slides her hands around my hips and gently grasps my ass cheeks. She squeezes them a few times then looks up at me and says, "Mom, lean down and give me. Often it meant that some solicitor or religious fanatic was on the other side of the door. Of course, it might be Amy. Perhaps she'd forgotten something when she'd packed her stuff.Reluctantly, Greg went to the front door. He opened the door. It wasn't a solicitor. Nor was it Amy. It was Megan. He looked into her eyes and felt the same shock as before. More. He felt that he should look away but couldn't."Oh shit," she said, "I'm sorry, Greg. I got the day wrong. I thought that Amy was still.