Your own flesh and blood. Your baby girl."A couple of weekends ago I decided to head down to the beach. I had told Amanda that I was going the weekend... before Memorial Day to enjoy the peace and quiet before the beaches became packed with vacationers.I had converted an old horse trailer into a camper. It had a queen-size bed over the gooseneck and I had installed a stove, sink, john, and a shower. It wasn't a high-dollar travel trailer, but it had everything I needed.After setting up camp, I. As I did this she did not oppose, though she was perfectly aware of what I was doing. I was too afraid to pull her kickers all the way off and I was afraid to ask her to turn over. I hesitated and thought about what I was doing, then my mom started to get up a moved back a little and covered my throbbing penis with a blanket.She sat up on the bed, with her fat juicy tits dangling in front of my face and with obvious wetness in her panties“Let mommy give you a massage now honey!” she said in her. He'd learned about the joy of masturbation some time ago, and often during these times, his thoughts came to Bonnie.He reached down and picked up the delicate material from the floor. He held them to his face. “How soft," he thought out loud. He quickly found the crotch of the panties and closed his eyes as he held them against his mouth and nose. He didn't want to wait another moment. He took out his cock and masturbated. The entire time he stroked his hard cock he held the panties to his face. She couldn’t get enough of him and wished they could kiss forever and ever, but the oven alarm forced them to pause for the moment. ‘Sit.’ he said softly. ‘Warm croissants with jam and chocolate are coming up.’ She nodded and sat down at the table and kept her eyes on him while he emptied the oven and set the table. *** On the elevator ride up to the office he turned to caress her cheek. ‘I know Colette and Samantha have been very curious lately about us.’ She blushed and nodded. ‘I won’t say.