The air was thick with the smell of our sex, and our shared incestuous fantasy had fuelled our lust for each other. One touch, one gentle motion, was all I could do – I yearned to squeeze them tight, just the way her mother likes her tits to be handled, but I couldn’t. Perhaps it’s time for bed.”
Her gaze still locked on mine, Lucy nodded once, and knelt in front of me, slipping her arms around my waist. Wasting no time, she slid two slender fingers between the delicate lips of her beautiful pussy, dipping deeper, then withdrawing so she could sweep the tip of her middle finger around her swollen clitoris. “Uh, I mean, that’s okay, honey. She stepped forward again, now just an arm’s length from me. “Goodnight,” she said again, then, elegant and poised, walked out of the room. “What’s got you so upset?”
“Saturday night. “God yes,” I moaned. I sat down next to her and reached for her body, my hand slipping around her waist. I watch her perfect little body, and I feel – God help me, Mike, I feel so hot I just need to cum.”
“Why haven’t you told me this before?”
“Why?
