..He was standing behind her as she bent forward over the bag, his touch was firm but gentle and he said nothing - she froze.What was he doing? Was he...going to **** her?His hands moved slowly down her hips to mid thigh and back."Oooh, that's nice!" she thought.Her whole body was goosebumps - still she did not move. His hands moved again, down her thighs but they didn't come back up this time. He turned his hands slightly so that the palms of his hands were on the back of her thighs and he ran. " i lied"are you smelling my shoes" she said sounding a little angry"ya i am im sorry." i said not able to lie this time"why would you want to smell someones shoe?" she asked"well i see you walking around here in your socks so i was wondering what they smelt like." i replied"ooookay. well my shoes don't smell that much. You wanna smell my feet?"i couldn't believe what i just heard. she asked if i wanted to smell her feet. "sure. but we have to be quiet so we don't wake my sister." i told her"ok. .. that’s ... twenty-eight people,” Heather stammered.“Including me,” Renee smiled. She loved to surprise people this way, but hadn’t had the opportunity for a while.Before Heather could recover Renee said, “In any other situation I’d be a slut for sleeping around with so many people, but here it’s just the natural way of our family. We all deeply love each other, and our physical relationships are just one way we celebrate that love.”Heather recovered her composure and asked, “So, you’re. But oh. Oh. I drank her in, my naked, beautiful mother, the woman I loved better than any other. She swallowed hard, probably seeing the look of wanton lust on my face.It was Tanya who walked over to me and began to undress me, smoothing my hair and speaking reassuringly. I was completely compliant, letting her remove everything till I was standing naked in front of my mother. The room smelled deliciously of sex; my mother’s sex. My heart continued to pound.“Oh — by the way, I’m Yvonne,” Yvonne.