I started to hand washing them. Mom was glaring at me, waiting, for the moment, to start her interrogation.“Are you going to tell me, or do I get to...ask your sister about this, James!”That make me jump a bit, but I didn’t break anything. Even so, it’s early. I might leave the kitchen with something broken. Maybe even my heart!“It’s kind of funny actually,” I said looking to see her reaction.“Well?”“It all started as a fake school drama thing,” I said.“REALLY?”“Was that ‘inappropriate touching’. This is your place, and that is mine. I am like this, and you are like that. This is what excites me, and that is what excites you. We fit together.Sometimes I've woken in the morning wondering why I'm aching. Later, I can feel what he has done through my clothes. It affects me, being able to feel them without touching them, knowing they are there with me. A part of him. Being marked makes me feel owned, and serves as a constant reminder of my submission.Just last week, at my very first munch,. Its called buttering up the client, it’s what we have to do. I don’t like it any more than you do.”Despite some more moaning we all took a kimono. “OK go upstairs put them on and perhaps a bit makeup dear. I’ll put on a DVD we take some quick pics, watch the DVD and have little drink. How does that sound?” Actually it sounded very odd but we knew its what we did to help Mom.Anyway 10 minutes later we were back down. Sis had put on some makeup and Mom more so. We were only wearing the kimonos.. She grabs it through his pants, commenting on how much she has missed it.Nina grabs the zip on Daddies pants, pulling it all the way down, before putting her hand inside and reaching for his big cock and pulling it out, once out she continues to stroke it whilst they keep kissing, completely forgetting about me.I walk over to both of them; I start to play with Daddies big balls as Nina continues to strokes his cock, I kiss Daddy on the neck, whispering in his ear that I’ve missed him too.Daddy.