The night before I had come home, taken a quick shower, had something small to eat and told my wife I was going to go get some sleep. I didn't realize...how exhausted I really was because I had slept longer than I thought. I was only sleeping in my boxers as it was an usually warm night. When I started to actually wake up I felt something warm around my cock. I lifted the blanket and looked down with one eye partially open and saw my wife giving me a fantastic blowjob. "Well hello down there" I. She seemed very comfortable nude and knelt in front of me. She unzipped my uniform pants and pulled out my now hard penis and began to suck. Very daintily at first, then increasing tempo and depth until she had my whole cock down her throat. I asked if I could fuck her to which she asked if I had a condom. I replied, "I would gladly show you my freshly healed, vasectomy scars." She expertly examined them after licking and sucking my balls. "They are looking very nicely healed so let us skip. Her big toe brushed against his cheek, and from his vantage point here as he knelt at the foot of the bed he could see her pussy beginning to open like a flower, the outer lips parting and the inner petals beginning to show themselves—a sure sign of her arousal.When he had reached the last of her toes, he was tempted to try using his teeth, but some instinct made him resist; perhaps he decided he'd pushed enough for one day. Instead he began to kiss back up her body, switching from leg to leg,. A growing sexual tension began to form between us when I was 11 and she was 10. Our conversations drifted toward sex more and more often. We started exchanging information on the mechanics of it and gossiped about any of our friends who we thought might be "doing it".We never got into any kind of show-and-tell or sex play, even though she gave me plenty of clues that she was willing. In fact, she kept trying harder and harder as time went on. I guess I was just too hung up on the incest thing,.