”She went down to the basement where the rest of herclothes were waiting to be washed. She emptied theprevious load in the washer into the dryer... As she wasbending over she felt a tongue lick all the way up herslit.Still sensitive from Cal, the tingles she felt made herknees weak. She had to hang onto the dryer to keep fromfalling to the floor.“Boys!” she said, half exasperated and half playful. “Ihave to fin-oh!” The dog had mounted her. His paws werenext to her. He moved his face on the underarms, with his eyes locked onto me.He then moved around my 38 sized huge sagging boobs, which I had held tightly caged in the bra to look shapely. He then moved around behind me, gave a spank on the ass over the tight jeans pant. He brushed his fingers, touching feathery on hips, neck, behind the neck, and behind ears.I had a strange shiver running through my body with his tease. He moved his finger slowly down the neck, unbuttoning the first button of my shirt. My. “But it’s not so much that I can’t face going through all that again, it’s knowing the stress it put on Julie, and it led to our break-up. She couldn’t take me delaying a holiday yet again, and went with Caroline instead, with the results you know.“I worry that it will destroy us the same way. That’s why I didn’t jump for joy when Vicky suggested I up sticks and move to London – apart from the fact I don’t much like London: It’s too big, too impersonal. So there you are. That’s where my mind is. “My futa-cock, my whorish daughter. Now fuck that pussy on your mommy's girl-dick. I'm going to cum in you. Breed you. You're going to carry mommy's daughter.”“Mom!” she gasped, her hips bucking harder.I savored my first taste of incestuous pussy. I let my daughter fuck up and down against me as my hands stripped us naked. I pulled off our nightgowns, throwing them away as she wiggled and moaned, working her cunt up and down my futa-dick.My daughter fucked me so hard. Naked, I pressed my tits.