" Said Julies father. Taking her cue Julie went and sat down on the floor against the wall near the door and her mother in a chair next to her father....She looked around the room and saw the old air conditioner in the window. Her Dad was messing around on his laptop at the desk and her mother was watching the small television on the bookshelf. Julie's Mom was 43 years old. Her name was Debbie, and age had not been kind to her. She was overweight but not obese she had thin blonde hair that no. End of term party this weekend."I stared blankly at him, my brain trying to kill off a crass joke about his light sabre."Duh! It's fancy dress, Hollywood as the theme. Isn't it realistic enough?" Oh, well, I guess so. A stormtrooper would have been more impressive though." Yeah and a shitload more expensive." He walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I felt myself going red already, so I smiled and turned to pick up a bag and throw it on my bed. "You having fun up there? Any hot chicks. “When I woke up, I felt funny down there. And when I pulled off my panties, there was a milky stain in them. See.” She held up her panties. There on the crotch was my dried cum.“Oh, that's perfectly natural,” my wife laughed. “You don't need to worry about that.”“But it wasn't the only thing strange, Mommy,” she said. “I, um, explored my pussy.”“While masturbating?” Betty asked, a shrewd gleam in her eyes. “I know you like to do that in the morning when you wake up.”“I guess,” my daughter. But her hair was up nicely, subtle but present make-up, and a note of perfume that was barely there and terribly intoxicating at the same time. Honestly, I was ready to slide her pants down and finger her violently on the way to the hotel. But she was oddly silent which gave an awkward vibe to the drive, and made the ride feel far longer than 15 minutes. We checked in, still keeping things reasonably quiet, and I was beginning to think that somewhere during the week I had done or said something.