Instead you open then close the door and yell out as you were instructed. "Mommy I'm home." "Good, did you have a nice day?," you hear the woman's voi...e speak as she walks towards you. "Yes mommy, I had a nice day." you answer sheepishly. "What is this," she says taking the paper from your hand. "Your report card huh little girl?" You bend your head before her, in spite of the fact you are still blindfolded and can't see her then say, "Yes mommy." You hear her open the paper as if reading your. We always had lots of fun, I got lots of hugs and snuggles, she often mussed my hair, whispered nonsensical things in my ear, tickled me until I cried for her to stop. Of course, as I became twelve, then, entered my teens, my overnight stays became less frequent.Then, at my fifteenth birthday party, she whispered in my ear, "I want you to come over and stay the weekend, Howie, I have a special present just for you." Well, she had always chosen presents for me with great care, always something. When the man had finished with her chest, he firmly grabbed her by the arm and forcibly turned her around and pressed her against the glass for my first full frontal view of her. My attention was instantly drawn below. She flashed a thin landing strip of curly pubic her on her snatch, completely exhibited below her garter belt. Moving my eyes upward, her breasts were extravagant mounds, filling the width of her chest even as they pressed firmly against the window. And then there was her. I inhaled deeply then started to blow towards it. Trying to be quite while I used the full force of my lungs, desperately trying to reach his cock with my breath. I saw his waist string move as air blew around it. Its working! I screamed excitedly in my head. I doubled my efforts from the enthusiasm. My pussy started to flood as I watched my hot air hit my son's cock. My lungs began to burn and I started feeling light-headed. I wasn't sure if it was from the deep breaths or the pheromones.