“Oh your father is home on Monday isn’t he?”“Next Monday, mom. 18th remember?” I said putting mum’s makeup back in her makeup bag.“Oh ye...s, I do miss him, he’s already been gone for a week, and I now have to wait another week?”Just as that sentence finished a horn beeped outside, “Oh that will be the girls, I’ll see you later” she said grabbing me and giving a quick kiss on the lips before she left, nothing special about that kiss at all, maybe it was a mistake.Instead of going to bed early this. He pulled back, smiled at me, and then got up and flexed every muscle on his gorgeous body. I was awestruck again. He turned around, picked up something that looked like a dress, and turned back around and handed it to me. I put it on and realized that was exactly what it was. It was made of a silky yet cotton-like material. It was a perfect fit."We need to hurry. My mother is worried about you." Your mother? What do you mean your mother? Where am I?" Calm down my dear. I told you you were in. I straddle your thighs and place warm oil in between your shoulders. I knead your muscles in slow circles, working up to the base of your neck. Sliding my hands along the top of your left shoulder, I slowly massage down your left arm. Kneading and working the muscles as I reach your hand. I thread my oiled fingers through yours and work my thumbs in small circles into the palm of your hand. Moving back up your arm and across your back to the right shoulder, I slowly massage down your arm.. Should I blackmail her? Seemed like an ok plan, yet I was a much more willing participant in the incest than she was. Should I be sweet and complimentary? I have learned from many of my past relationships (do one night stands count as relationships?), that a few words of flattery often opened up a girl’s legs to a night of pleasure. Or should I do what had been my most sure fire way of getting laid more times than not....get her hammered? I played all three scenarios in my head and a few more.