Looking back, my constant arousal wasn’t lost on my dad and our flirting became even more daring over that week until I finally upped the ante by le...ving the Polaroid’s of me and the other girls on my nightstand. I don’t really know what I was hoping for, but I really wanted him to see them. More to the point, I wanted him to see the picture of me flashing the camera. When I came home that night I could tell that he had found them because they weren’t in the specific order I had purposely left. “Ha yeah, I’m feeling so ill,” I said sarcastically, stretching as I spoke, “I'm going to head to bed now I think.” “Not so fast, we’ve got that report to finish. We said we’d do it after dinner,” Alex reminded me. I had conveniently forgotten that after having several glasses of wine. “Sure, you’re the boss,” I said as we both stood up and headed for the lift. He went to put his arm on the small of my back as we waited for the lift, but I had to remind him it was not acceptable here. These. I went and sat on the sofa next to him and I picked up beer and just looking at my phone, he was alone and busy talking to someone over the phone and I could see that he was not happy and using harsh words while he was talking. I was kind of scared at the same time I was trying to look at his hair peeping out of his chest, his belly. Moustache and his crouch area. I was trying my very best to get every possible glance of him. After around 10 mins he finished his call and I could see few lounge. He was still too young to actually ejaculate, but I knew I needed to slow down and lighten up on my touch. Finally, he opened his eyes and said, "Mommy, can you stop now?" I immediately stopped stroking - worried that he was unhappy. "Is everything okay?" I asked, with obvious concern in my voice. "Yeah," he said. "It just kind of hurt a little at the end." "Did you like what I did?" I asked. "Yeah. It felt ticklish," he said with a big smile. I smiled and said, "Good, honey. I'm.