She hadn’t felt comfortable asking me until I was legal. So now we sat and mom wanted to play a new game. It was a combination twenty-questions / ...trip poker / truth or dare thing; which being buzzed was hilarious. It had exceptions to every rule and was impossible to remember it the next morning - but OH! It was fun!! Eventually we were totally naked and thoroughly high and completely turned-on. Mom wanted to get into my head about my lust for her and I was all too happy to share about my. We were both a bit lethargic from all that L-Tryptophan and just sat companionably gazing into the fire.For some reason my mind wandered back to my high school days, maybe it was just being home, but thoughts popped into my head of growing up and of our family. Being the youngest daughter I had always been the "daddy's girl" in the family.I loved my dad, maybe more than most daughters did, because (I know this will sound strange) I had reoccurring thoughts about what it would be like to make. " With my other hand, I cupped his balls and played for a minute.Then I explained, "The main thing is to keep your teeth off the cock. You might have to open far, but just relax and let your jaw open. Like this." I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, then licked all around his head. Then I opened wide and took about half of it in my mouth. Now it had been a long time since I'd sucked a cock, so I wondered if I'd remember or enjoy it like I used to. Question answered; I loved. It seems we ran out of the little clit rubbers Chrissy kept wearing out. My phone chirped and showed me a box. I found a whole pile of those. Inside I found something extraordinary. Or at least I thought so.In the box was what looked to be half of a slap bracelet popular a few years back. I was just barely narrower than the width of the gusset in a pair of panties. A quick look at the instructions showed me the reason for the cell-phone thick black plastic rectangles inside the toy’s box. They.