Fiona was standing by my clothes. It was clear she had no intention of turning her back or walking away a little. I stood, cupped my balls and walked ...owards her. At the small pile, I clearly had to uncup to be able to pick up shorts (I decided to leave off smelly, stained pants). “So ... you are wearing a different pair to last night. I saw your Donald Duck pants [how embarrassing – they seemed funny when I bought them] by the rucksack. I TOLD YOU!”“Fiona! Fiona! Stop. You have the wrong end. I looked at daddy as I went past him, and he winked at me, I guess my odors indicated my need for cock, and I touched daddies as I swept past him, knowing he would slip into my bed once everyone had left and mother lay satiated with the many cocks invited to fuck her and her insatiable needs.Daddy never cared about my fucking or how many had me, he was a sperm lover himself, I had watched him pull a cock from mother and swallow the ejaculation, with the poor guys shocked look as his balls. Her clit was as hot as a tiny flame burning between the lips of her moist cunt.She touched her clit. She shivered when she felt the tip of her own finger against the flesh of her super-sensitive clit. She had to do it. She had to make herself flash, had to make her cunt burn with the rushing heat of her orgasm.Leaning back against the cold shower wall, she abandoned herself to the dark desires that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and imagined that her son was in the shower with her. She. She did though. At the moment, she just wiggled her ass a little, as if to welcome my embrace. I lay that way a few more minutes and decided that I was making myself crazy. I lay back on my back and tried to sleep. I guess I should mention at this point that I was wearing a man's tee-shirt and a pair of panties for pajamas - I thought it looked chic because that was the way Susan always slept. I was too excited to sleep so I decided to risk beating off for relief. Stealthily, I slipped my hand.