I got that fearful feeling in my throat ... that feeling of peril, like when I thought she was going to stop the baths. “Do you think we could do it...again?” I asked.She gave me a level look. “You’re my son,” she said.“Duh.” I said before I could stop it. It was another typical teen response and I felt stupid for saying it. “What I mean is I know you’re my mother.” That didn’t sound much better.She frowned again. “I am your mother, and you aren’t grown quite yet. That means I’ll still be making. But we knew that Mum and Dad would be up and about before long, so I didn't bother letting them know that their arrival had given me a stiffie. I was also a little wary that I might have made Gustav sore, and I wanted to give him a little time to recoverAs usual, the first mug of tea scarcely touched the sides as it went down, so I put on my dressing gown as well, and the three of us went downstairs and put the kettle on again. Jen and I shared a passionate kiss in the safety of the kitchen,. From now I will narrate the story as it is it happened. (ohhh sorry I forgot to mention my wife’s name her name is priya.)Priya-aj aap jaldi ghar a gaye.Me- han wo kuch papers chut gaye the andar rakhe hain le ao.She turned back and started to go to my room she was wearing anklets which were making musical sound it was like a song for me at that situation and also my goodness what a scene it was priya was more beautiful from back. Her white milky waist along with water droplets, sexy ass the. To dress like a slut, do you want guys to treat you like one" she answered " no dad I’m 16 i can do whatever the hell i want stay out of my business" she then started to go up the stairs and into her room.As she went up the stairs i cold see that under her white miniskirt she had a thong on which give me a clear view of her firm round ass. i scowled at her for dressing as a slut because that’s what i thought a father should do. i wanted to punish her even more i wanted to ram my cock deep into.