No matter how many times she had been with him she was always pleasantly surprised by his size. He kicked his discarded clothes away from his feet and...edged forward, swallowing hard when he smoothed over the drop of pre-cum on the tip with his thumb. One hand reached up her back and grasped her shoulder, his fingers dug into the skin on her neck. “Keep your eyes on the mirror,” he growled, his dominance overtaking any rational thought, “Watch me as I fuck you.” His words made her whimper in. .” She asked me back, wanting clarification. ‘How long has this been going on? How did this start? How could you possibly fuck your own son?’.. Which how was I asking? All of them I suppose, but I just stared back at her with wide eyes. “Just over a year ago..” She began, “Michael walked in on me and David”, my brow creased in confusion, “yes, his brother.” She answered, reading my expression. My eyes widened again, taking in this new information. “The ironic thing is that’s how it began with. So on this particular day all of the younger cousins were in the attic room taking and watching TV while the adults were down stairs. I was the first to lay on the ground to watch TV, I was laying on my stomach with my head facing the screen, then comes my cousin Blake who was 3 years younger than me, who lays down next to me and John on the other side. At first I was okay with it. “John wouldn’t do anything with all these people here would he?” I thought to myself.as I felt a blanket being. She knew I was kidding and she had to keep up with me."Well," she said, "You were feeling my boobs so..."I grabbed her left tit, loose and soft under her flannel nightie. "You mean like this?" I said. Suddenly, everything was silent. I took a deep breath but I didn't move my hand. "My god, you're so soft and... Oo, that feels good!" I said.It was my first titty feel in many months. And I'm sure it was the first time in more than a year that a man's hand had been on Barbara's bulging nightie. I.