How could you do it to Paul? He seems like a good husband to me. I spit on her face. She gasps. First time for everything. Now take off the clothes.... She pulls her jumper off over her head revealing a purple b cup bra. She sits slumped on the bed. I grab her by her hair and yank her to her feet. I unbutton her jeans, she closes her eyes. My hands tear at her bra until its ripped off of her freckled skin. My left hand grips her cunt through her purple panties and my right hand roughly tugs. Something to remind my daughter that I am her mother, and emphasize that mother-daughter bond in a good way, not as it has been. The penny dropped one day when I caught my Kristy watching me pump, but pretending not to. It was kind of like she was fascinated, and kind of like she couldn’t believe that I was capable of being enough of a mother to actually produce milk. I felt a bit ashamed. It kind of hurt. I really did a shit job with her. If I’d gotten pregnant with her ten years later, maybe. Under the attention of so many women, he could feel a stirring in his groin. The women didn’t seem to take notice. “And why don’t we remove those underwear while we’re at it?” With the coaxing of his aunt, he now stood fully naked in front of these women. “Okay, we are all done,” Mistress said. He went to reach for his pants but Mistress caught him and said, "You will not be needing those until the conclusion of this meeting. Please, sit.” He sat without question. Mistress began to say. It was quiet but the flicker was unmistakable.I wasn’t sneaking down the stairs but I also didn’t make much noise in case she was asleep I’d just kill the tv and head back up. As I turned the corner I saw the top of Em’s head moving. At first I thought she must have her earbuds in and her head was moving to the rhythm of the music but I almost immediately discounted that notion.“Fuuuuhhhhhkkk….mmmph,” I knew these noises, I made them on my way to climax often. I moved around behind the sofa.