I slid down and started pulling her pants down, she reached to stop me and I said "I swear, today" she groaned and pushed at both pants and panties. I...got them clear of one foot and dove in to suckle her wet pussy. She did have pubes, didn't shave it like I'd heard some girls do. Her pussy lips were wet but not as big as my moms. I sucked and licked for a few then she pulled my head up, looked straight in my eyes and said "she lets you do this?" I nodded yes and said that moms lips down here. Now that my custom pair of undersized but adequately powered wheellock pistols were reunited, I paused for just a moment to inspect them both once more before tucking them carefully into my holsters. They had cost me a fortune, even by nobleman standards, but the superior workmanship was worth every gold solida that I’d paid. The ivory inlaid wood stock and the silver filigree of the metalwork identified the pistols as a proper weapon of a high nobleman, but they were each small enough to be. Though I could FEEL each thrust and shove Dad made into me, the shoves I made back at him seemed almost to be made by somebody else. It took a second or two for my mother's question to percolate through the sensations of fucking my own father; and even longer for it to make sense and let me remember what she was talking about. "I'm not sure," I responded; lifting my hips off the bed to try and capture even more of my father's wonderfully stimulating prick. "Probably about two weeks ago.... Pamela then resumed her tongue exploration of my body. She started sucking my nipples. Her hands continued to caress my inner thighs and moved slowly towards my pussy. After giving me another long sensuous kiss, she pushed me back on the desk. As I was laying there I started to feel her breath between my legs. She started kissing my pussy through my soaking panties. She remarked that I was soaking wet. After licking my pussy juices through the nylon, she moved my thong to one side. My heart.