Letting my son, Nick, father a child by me and becoming a family was beginning to make sense to me, once I got past the taboo.Okay. I've talked myself...into it. I'm going to leave my pills out in the open, on my dresser, and let my son replace them with aspirin, not that it matters now; I'm just gonna throw one down the toilet, each day.So now, I must give Nick a lesson in basic women's sexual reproduction. How could he NOT know about periods, at his age?A week later, after my discharging had. She looked slightly older than me and as we went upstairs she quietly asked me if I would trim her hair ‘down there’. At first I didn’t realise what she was wanting and I just said, “Yes, sure, no problem.” It was only when she lifted her skirt up and took her knickers off that I realised what she meant. She sat on the reclining chair with her legs up waiting for me to get the wax strips sorted out. As I was ‘doing’ her legs she was telling me all about the new love of her life. When I’d. She set the cup down and after folding her hands, she started to speak."Greg, I've noticed that Tammy's been acting strange the past few weeks. Yesterday when she came home from your house, she seemed to be in a daze, walking on cloud nine. I don't know what you did to my little girl, but from all indications, I'd say that she's in love. I strongly suspect it's with you. I wanted to talk with you and see how you feel about this situation."I sat there sipping my coffee for a while, composing my. Within moments she is transformed from a bad girl caught with her cunt wet to the ultimate position of vulnerability. She will be cunt spanked, she has no doubt of that. Her wetness is inches from of his face, glistening and aromatic. He looks at it. She can't hide it. "Your cunt is wet, my Love. You should be ashamed." And the stroking starts. Coaxing the clit to swell, then avoiding it. She knows from long experience with his spankings that there is always warning before being spanked. One.