All this I knew, yet it still left me speechless. Apparently, though, my hesitation worked to my benefit. He had noticed the lapse in the conversation...and looked over at me, noticing my expression. I met his eyes and saw them soften into sympathy. I could tell that he knew what was going through my head. “They say emotions are the way to bond the closest with someone,” he said. “You’ve had this sort of thing happen to you before too, haven’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question. I. A giggle escaped her lips and she looked at me with her usual motherly pride.I turned red and also turned to go get the lotion."He may be a pervert, but he's OUR little pervert!" Aunt Marie's laugh followed me into the house.When I came back, they did let me put the oil on their sleek backs and with the tops of their suits untied, my fingertips found the way to the soft sides of Aunt Marie's breast."Ohhhhh, Charlie. You are so good at this. Are you sure he's not legal age?" she murmured to my. You reach behind you, unclasping your bra, tossing it to the floor just outside the bathroom door. Finally you remove your dampened panties, catching a brief scent of your earlier arousal. Entering the bathroom, you turn on the shower. waiting until the water temperature reaches the desired temperature. Stepping into the shower enclosure, you reach for the lime scented body scrub and start to lather yourself up, arms, shoulders, upper back, lower back. It’s not until you reach your breasts that. My shaft lept like a bucking bronco as my daughter's fingers wrapped tentatively around my shaft, her breasts still rubbing against my back. I could feel the light brush of her pubic hair against my ass as she ground against me, but it was her hand on my cock that had all my attention."Daddy.....it's so hard," she whimpered to me, her right hand around my shaft, and her left hand caressing my balls. Her chest pressed harder into my back as she reached for my cock, and I held myself still, my.