The dark of the winter morning gave me half an hour of silent peacebefore I finally detected Sian's soft footfall. I turned to find herinevitably dres...ed to go and check the horses."You're up early," she whispered so as not to break the mood."Well the children didn't invade this morning." Oh, that's not like them." Sandie's still in bed with them. She must have fallen asleep with themlast night." Lucky her," remarked Sian, "she'd better not make it a habit. That'syour privilege." Well thank you. With an evil glint in her eyes, she grabbed up the hose and slipped out the bed. Grinning lewdly, she hurried into her sewing room... It was strained at the dinner table that night. David sensed that his parents weren't on the best of terms. They rarely spoke anymore and when they did, he could feel the undercut of hostility in their voices. But, that was their problem. He had to deal with his own problems.His mother's recent indiscretion and his blunderous faux pas this afternoon had energized. She thinks for a moment and then responds, her face burning “Sir. Yes Sir. Sorry Sir”.“Good girl” I reply as I smile and reaching back out start stroking her knicker clad pussy again. She didn’t jump when my fingers touched her this time. Stroking up over the front of her pussy I could feel her soft pubic hair beneath the material of her knickers, I stroked it softly wondering how it would look when she was naked in front of me. Mmmmm, time to ramp things up I thought.“Please keep in mind young. She still is holding a very stoic face, but I can see her eyes are beginning to flicker. I reach inside the elastic and put my index finger inside her cunt. She is very wet. I feel up and down her slit. Spending a second each time to rub her clit. Each time I touch it, she twitches.Both mother and daughter are in rapture. Both have their eyes closed now. Both are breathing in little shallow pants. I can feel Hansa’s wetness beginning to make its way through her panties and the Salwar to my hand.