I slumped down on the end of my bed, I felt dazed and amazed. I could not work out what was going on. Was it just that my son liked the feel and touch...of leather? Or was it the idea of me wearing it? I nipped downstairs and got an ice cold bottle of vodka from the fridge putting it in an ice bucket. As I returned to my room I walked past my sons room noting that the door was shut. But guessed he would be on his pc as always. I lay on my bed and tried to work out what was going on. Was it just. I thought about that and realized that when she said ‘HER’ kitchen, it gave me that proverbial ‘warm-fuzzy’ feeling. I spread the charcoal out and went back in to find Jools on her phone. She said, “No, Daddy. I have been helping him unpack some of his boxes, then Chloe stopped by and we spent time in the pool while Jon dealt with the Cable guy and did his business stuff on his computer.” “He’s making us burgers on the grill now; I’m not sure what we’re doing later.” I signaled her to tell him. Itwas always worth it when I got home, as she wouldvirtually ravish me.The other problem was that her cunt was getting bigger.I first noticed it about a month or so after herjogging routine changed, and thought it was just a one-off or my imagination. Perhaps she only seemed biggerbecause she was very wet, or because our technique hadimproved. So for a while I dismissed it. However, aftera few more evenings of vigorous sex I was forced toconclude that her hole had definitely got bigger. Notonly. Her ass jumps off the bed as in her fantasy she jerks forward. She tells how wet the stinging blow made her pussy, and describes the fluid leaking down her inner thighs. As he watches, slowly stroking his cock, he can see her fingers busy in and on her pussy.How it swells and flushes with color, and yes ,the fluid from it is drenching the covers below her. She continues to describe the multiple blows on her ass from the crop as her fingers move even more quickly, telling how her orgasm is.