Climbing the stairs, I walked into Mom's room. Mom was lying on her bed with her night shirt on. I could tell from the lines that she still had pantie...s on but no bra. She was resting on her side, her head resting on the hand of her bent arm.I stopped in the doorway, my eyes traveling from her lovely face down to her feet. I adored the swell of her hips from where they rose from her waist and curved down to her thighs. It was such a sexy curve, full of allure and promise."David," Mom said,. She had a tiny, triangular shaped, patch of black pubic hair above her pussy. It was natural. She said she didn’t shape it that way. Other than that, she was void of any body hair. She never had to shave her legs nor arm pits. She simply didn’t grow hair in those places.After exchanging oral sex for a while, we climbed in bed. I asked about a condom and Mia quickly said no. As I started to enter my cock into her, she muttered, “Slow, slow, you are much, much bigger than my husband.” Those words. .. eh... Dad, can I ask a question?”“No,” he said. “You can eat your breakfast, young lady.”“Yes, Daddy,” she said, sighing. She gave me another look, eyes wide, her head jerking forward towards me.I shook my head and snagged a piece of French toast. I drizzled it with maple syrup. It was so hard to eat breakfast as my parents made inane chatter, talking about running errands today. My stomach twisted and writhed. My pussy itched to find out the truth, a wet heat building and building in me.But. The nag was back, a moment to gather his thoughts, a finger sweeping in circles over a dusty bottle of wine, his curiosity forcing another question. “Your father is clearly an enthusiast of wine,” he enquired, cleaning the dust from his finger. “Oh, sorry,” she replied, lifting her shoulders in way of an apology. “I forgot to mention that my parents also own a vineyard and winery in Northern France,” she casually added, taking a bottle of wine from a rack, a playful smile pulling at her lips..