I dutifully cleaned out my rectum while Instructor Mike stood over me observing. “Sorry it took so long Instructor Mike, but it’s coming out clea... now.”“Good girl. Is my little aimee ready for shower time with Daddy. Is aimee ready to clean Daddy how she was taught?”“Yes, Daddy. Your little clitty girl can’t wait to make us both sparkling and fresh.”I was motioned into the shower and proceeded to clean us both as I was taught, praying reverently to the Mighty White Cock at the end. I. Cheryl sat next to him and put her arm around his shoulders, then whispered in his ear, “I know some not-so-boring things we could do if you are interested.” She kissed his cheek, rubbed his crotch and squeezed. She could feel his cock waking up. Just the grin on his face told her he was very interested.‘It’s not bedtime yet.” He teased as his hands settled on his mother’s breasts.“I know.” Cheryl felt a couple of buttons come loose on her blouse as she hinted at what they could do, “But that. Slowly opening and shutting it behind me. The house was completely silent. I looked down the hall and saw her bedroom door slightly open. The moon was nearly full illuminating the house with its light. My stomach turned in a knot as I quietly approached her room. I got to the door and took a deep breath. Knowing well that as soon as I crossed that line there was no going back. I was shaking, eager, nervous, scared, but it wasn't enough to stop me. I slowly pushed the door open and slid. ‘If it’s so trifling, why not just tell me?’ ‘Perhaps because I barely remember it.’ Which was a lie. She remembered that day vividly. It had happened in this very drawing room. She remembered a fearful suitor standing in front of a window, fumbling his way through a rehearsed speech, family, honour and mutual esteem. Long, pale fingers clutching an unscratched walking stick. Listening hard, trying not to think about how a halo of spring sunshine revealed a thinning patch in fine blonde hair..