Raat ko jab hum log khana kha rahe the to dining table par mere ek taraf seema aur dusre taraf dimple baithi thi khana khate samay maine apne pair par... kisi ka pair mahsus kiya who mera pair sehla raha tha maine jab chupke se neeche dekha to who dimple thi main chup chap raha taki seema ko kuch pata na chale. Khana khane ke baad hum seb log room me baith kar TV dekh rahe the tabhi seema ke papa ka ph aaya aur who unse baat karne ke liye bahar chali gayi to maine dimple se pucha ke dinning table. She was sickened, sure, at what she was doing, but she couldn't deny the fact that she was enjoying taking care of her son's seven inches. He was a good one inch bigger than his father, and much more responsive too. His breathing was becoming labored now, and he was letting out guttural noises with increasing frequency. He was becoming more adventurous with his hands, and reached under his mother's bra to gain access to her nipples. Aarti's nipples became stiff. God, her son was good with his. I groaned inwardly at how beautiful and sexy she looked as I slipped out of bed careful not to wake her. When she came down to breakfast nothing was said, but soon every Saturday and Sunday morning I woke to a naked, sleeping daughter. One night I woke up as she got into my bed, 'What are you doing Sara' I asked her. 'Oh, Daddy, I've been sleeping with you for yonks, don't worry, go to sleep.' She cuddled up to my back and I felt her breasts pressing against me, then of course I couldn't sleep.. After a moment of indecision I could feel my arms rising to pull my shirt up and over my head, letting it land with a gentle sound on the carpet of my bedroom floor. I knew I was going to do it. I was going to masturbate and tell him every detail of what made me feel good. I stripped off my panties, the only piece of clothing still left on my tingling body, and climbed into my big bed. Knowing I’d tell him every little detail after I was done, I started to focus on my body. I was already.