" She positioned me in front of her, my dripping head just inches from her pussy. "Fuck me baby!" She instructed, "Fuck the shit out of me."She helped...me guide the head in and I pushed fully. She grunted as I went balls deep. I looked and saw Dad and Mom's wedding photo. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" I asked thrusting hard inside her. "Of course!" She replied between moans, "What kind of mother would I be if I didn't help my c***d get their sexual needs met? And what else's would you. She waited, standing, silent and naked, until he had finished, when he either sent her away, or used her mouth, breasts or vagina for his satisfaction, sometimes hurting her, but never badly.After breakfast and sex he cleaned himself, got dressed, and then he left, for his long solitary mountain hikes. That summer was an endless stretch of warm and sunny days, but I think he would have gone in the cold, rain, and storm, too. His breakfast, plus whatever fruits of the wood he came by, sustained. I rubbed his chest and stomach and just refused to touch his long cock sticking right in my face. I don’t know what Daddy was thinking. I rubbed down his penis and his balls, of course, and then his legs and feet, and then I told him to turn around. He did carefully so he wouldn’t fall off the toilet, and his nice tight butt was right in my face. I got another idea then, Deedee. I said, “Wait a minute, climb down off there, Mister,” so he did and I said for him to bend over so I could dry. ’ ‘You wouldn’t dare,’ I good naturedly teased, ‘Besides, that’s not fair.’ ‘No, it isn’t,’ she smiled, making her way to sit beside me on the piano bench, ‘But there aren’t any rules when it comes to love and war,’ and with that said, she leaned over and softly kissed my lips. Because of the fact that she did that in front of my mother and sister, of course my face turned beet red in embarrassment. Megan drove the point home even further when she pointed at me and giggled, ‘Ooo, look at him.