I tried to stifle my urges of incest to make sexual advances. It was hard to take, a pair of firm young tits against my back and the rest of a young w...arm female body molding itself to my back would make me horny as could be. Then she started putting an arm around me, then holding my cock giving me a hard on.One morning I woke from avery real wet dream to find the blankets thrown back and Beth bent over my still hard and dripping cock. She had just sucked my cock off. There were still traces of. “Probably that she knew I was doing laundry and wanted me to wash it.”“Like she had an accident?”“Yeah.”“Ish.”“Some accidents are better than others,” he thought, and was tempted to sniff. Definitely not with Essie there. When she hopped off to the living room, he sniffed. Yum.Of course Cheryl decided to enter the kitchen then. “Perv,” she smirked. “Want it from the source?”“Uhm...”“You said you were needing a shower.”“Right.”“I’ll watch the kids and make breakfast.”“I suppose you can’t join. . uh..." Oh for gods sake son. I won't bite you, now shuck off your clothes."I reached down and took off my socks then stood up and unbuttoned my shirt and pants and put them all in a pile on the floor. I was standing in front of this stranger wearing nothing but my Spiderman underwear. "Uh, Mrs. Daniel', maybe you could get me a towel or something?" Sure John, hang in there."She walked out of the kitchen and I just stood there shivering. In a minute or two she was back with a towel - and an. A light one, by our standards anyway, but heavy enough to rock your head to the side. "Messy slut," my reprimand is warm and loving, but the backhand slap to your other cheek is less gentle than the first. You gasped apology makes my heart beat harder, and my hand comes down again for the third slap, harder still. It takes a moment for you to recover your balance, your cheeks a bright red, but you do, straightening and steadying yourself. "I'm sorry Master," you answer, voice.