Right over the fireplace was the source of the loud music. The ninety-inch flat screen projected, in all their sweaty glory, a band of long-haired mal...s belting out a seductive hard driving tune that had Abigail stopping in her tracks to gape. The guitarist’s black t-shirt clung to his honed body as his fingers flew deftly over the strings of his instrument. Though she did not care for the loud, pulsing music, she did realize it took talent and many years of practice to be able to play with the. I rushed to the bedroom window and saw that aunty was giving blowjob. Actually, dad was making her do that by holding her hair. Later she was doing it willingly. Then dad removed his shirt and sat on bed partially naked. Then he came in her mouth and she spat some of it and drank rest.She stood and slowly removed her blouse and the rest of the saree. Dad pulled her made her sit on his thigh. And holding her boobs over her bra starting kissing all over her body neck, ears, upper chest. Then on. I'd kiss your tummy, then I'd kiss your gorgeous little pussy. I'd run my tongue all over it, inside and out. I'd--" Oh Daddy!" she cried out with delight. Though she was obviously excited, I could tell it wasn't quite to the point of orgasm.I had already gone too far, but there was no stopping now. It was all for her benefit, after all, wasn't it? At least, telling myself that seemed to strip away all of the guilt."Would you like me to kiss you again?" I asked her."A daddy kiss, or a boyfriend. Both were good schools. Mom was always in tears these days, losing the last of her little chicks to the grownup world. WRU wasn't that far away, so she would see Aimee regularly. But for me, it was a six hour drive one way ... not something you did on a whim.Denise and Kim were both married now and lived close to home, so that would help mama to not be lonely, and Denise had just discovered that she was pregnant, again. So mama would be a happy little grandma now, and Denise certainly needed.