"Not anymore," she corrected me, prior to sliding her panties down to her feet. She stepped out of them and lied back down with me holding them. She l...id them right on my chest and positioned her head on my left shoulder. Then her left hand found it's way to my cock. "You have a nice schlong, Claude. In all seriousness, its a shame that its never made it into a pussy or until recently, a mouth," she told me, rubbing it. "Thank you, step sis," I responded, wrapping my arms around her. "It was. “I guess you were right then,” she whispered.“What do you mean?”“Remember that day when we sent the DNA kits off?”“Yeah.”“I asked you, in the trillion-to-one chance your really were my dad, would you still carry on fucking me.”“I remember.”“And you said I was way too hot for you to ever stop doing me.”He nodded.“Well, you were right. You know I really am your daughter now and you’ve still fucked me anyway.”“Well, technically, you just fucked me. I didn’t do anything.”“You know what I mean. And. He was also reacting to what she was doing: she pulled down the low-cut blue dress she'd just put on, freeing her bouncy boobs.She laughed and played dumb. "What? You said you have some things you want to get off of your chest. So do I. Clothes ... Bwah! Yuck! And with my breasts getting bigger and bigger, my tops are getting tighter and tighter." She giggled some more. "I don't think it's fair to make me wear any tops anymore."He laughed, and let the point slide. Even with the scouting van. Soon the parties stopped all together as did the sex. That night, Natalie had been extremely horny for no really good reason, she just felt the urge. A long time ago Natalie had learned that a dildo could sometimes be as good as a true prick when she thought hard enough about it. Natalie had seen her son’s prick and she had LOVED it, the only reason the dildo wasn’t his size is because she didn’t know his size to be exact.Natalie had walked in on her son masturbating more than once and enjoyed.