I told her to go wash her pussy in her shed and come back. She immediately went to her shed washed and came back. I made her sit on a tar-pole on the ...loor and hiked her saree she was feeling shy. I lifted her sari fully off and slowly spread her legs wide; I saw her wet pussy for the first time waiting to get fucked. She was so wet she was dripping all her love juice. Touched it with my finger and; licked it she said chee this is not good, I took some more and applied it on her lips and kissed. Then I caught myself looking at the sway of her hips in those little blue shorts, and I told myself, Don’t look down there. She’s your daughter, or at least, she may as well be. We went inside, and Sonya made me some coffee, and as I sat at the table and drank it, I watched her buzzing around the kitchen, preparing for dinner, and I thought, She looks so confident, so poised. That was the word: “poised”. Her mother, Joanne, was many things, but if you had to come up with one word to. You've become quite a man. I would like it if you took your clothes off, it would be fun." As she sat there, smiling at me, I pulled off my tee and took off my shorts and briefs. Yes, I was nervous but she didn't seem to be. She reached out and, as I looked down, I saw my mother's fingers wrap around my hard cock and she eased me a step or two closer. "You are very nice, Matthew, your cock is quite wonderful," she said softly as I watched her crouch down and lean forward to see her lips slip. She was to turn it so it is showing a full few of her, he would tell her when it was in the correct position. When the phone was properly placed, he told her to spread her legs wide, which she did, as he took his cock out of his pants to continue to fondle and jerk.“Now Emma, as your punishment, and you do have my permission to as long as I am watching, I want you to show me how you fondled yourself the other night when you shouldn’t have.” Emma blushed the darkest shade of red she ever had.