With a slightly softer voice, she looked at me deeply and added, “I wouldn’t mind if we, perhaps, did some things together,” adding quickly, “...f you want.”Lordy I wanted! I felt my response in my pants. I felt that first tingling of excitement, arousal, and desire for her. Tamping it down, I spoke.“I love that you’d like to, honey. I’ll be honest, I’d like to explore this aspect of our relationship, too. But, the risks are too high. I can’t see how we could keep it between us and not have it. She was sitting on my bed. Staring at the floor. With a heavy silence prevailing between us.. It broke. I looked at her. She smiled back.And both of us jumped like hungry lions on each other. I still remember we took atleast alf and hour to end up with that kiss and then i started to undress her.She was lying on her back and i was above her i puled her t shirt. She lifter her back slight to ease the access and off it was. And soon were the jeans. She was lying in her blue see thru undergarments. Sitting upright I looked down between my legs to see a blond woman's head. It all comes back to me, the trip to my mother and step dad's house, the board game my daughter and sister talked me into playing, the slave collars, the humiliation, the pleasure.The pleasure ... I stroked my son's girlfriend, Tanya's blonde head. The masters had made us dye or bleach our hair last night. Dark haired Tanya is now a bleach-blonde with white streaks in it. They were going to take us into town and...Shit,. My futa-cum flooded out of her cunt when she climbed off of me in the parking garage, pulling her t-shirt over her head. She didn’t bother tugging down her skirt, just letting the jizz run in thick, milky rivulets down my thighs.I stayed hard the entire time.“Mmm, let’s go, Mom,” she said, grabbing my pussy-soaked clit-dick, stroking it as I stumbled out of the van after her. “Let’s see your producer.”“Yeah,” I panted, feeling so surreal as I let my teenage daughter stroke my dick while we.