She had never actually scrubbed the kitchen floor but used it as an excuse to flash her arse and get Peregrine worked up. And it hadn’t failed since...she started to work for Mr. Smythe.When she arrived home, her husband, Mike, was already there. He worked in forestry, started early and was home before four on work days. He was sitting on the sofa in a tank top and shorts, surfing porn on the internet while stroking his cock.Daisy bent down and pecked him on the cheek. As she did so, his hand. ."She cocked her eye, "Morning wood in your panties, dear?" she said.My jaw dropped as she put the bowl down. My God, her beauty and curvesseemed so authentic. She sure didn't look like a 60 year old man orwoman!"It's not just you, Elly. Remember how I said that the hormones in thechickens might be affecting all of us. Even with you on the road, youspent your early years in the pens, and so did Ash. God knows, I thinkit's given me a lot of mixed signals. We're kind of a mish mash of. The following Wednesday morning, I was eating breakfast cereal at the table with Mom. Dad had left for work at 7 and I had about thirty minutes left before I had to catch the bus to school. Mom was in her robe, reading the newspaper. She had tied her silk robe a little loose and I could see about half of each of her concentric breasts. I looked up at her from my cereal as she studied the entertainment section."Did it taste good Mom?" She looked up at me "What's that dear?"."Did it taste. Your nipples waited for their turn to be rolled between my thumbs and second finger. And you breathed a sigh of relief when they were exposed to the firelight and my fingersd and kisses reached them both at the same time. They; and you were delighted to be caressed in this way. You asked for me to touch you lower down, so not to disapoint you I slid my hands down your womans belly and reached the upper limit of your curly red pubic hair. It made you jump. You didn't know whether to push against.