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“Sweetheart, since I saw you fingering yourself while I whacked off for your mother last night, I started thinking it could be my cock in you, not your fingers. Come on, take it off, let me see what has become of the little girl who used to sit on my lap.” She sat immobilized and stared in wide-eyed shock at the monitor for several long seconds then uttered, “Oh - My - God! You saw me?” She reached up and turned off her camera. I was sitting there suddenly alone, feeling very fucking foolish. I had just gone way over the top with my own child, allowed my libido to overpower my parental instincts. For a short while JoAnne wasn’t my step-daughter, she was a tight, fresh looking piece of ass who enticed me down a path never before taken, one that I hurtled tall moral barriers to go down. The flood of hormones caused by JoAnne receded and I tried to get her back online, to apologize, to beg understanding but she wasn’t answering the call. I eventually went to bed feeling like some fucking horny, skinny, pimple faced teen aged nerd who screwed up a pass at a pretty girl. What really bothered me was my homecoming; I would get back from my trip in two more days and I wasn’t sure how I could face her then. I was angry and moody all the next day. The people I was working with found out early it was best to leave me alone and let me mature slap myself around. By the time I connected with my wife that night I was ready to divorce myself and kick my perverted half to the curb forever. Sherry took one look at me, “Honey, what’s wrong? Have a bad day?” “Something like that, I screwed up big time.” “What?” she asked worriedly. “Never mind, it will pass, how was your day?” “My day was fine but something is up with JoAnne. She’s been acting goofy all day.” My heart sank to a new low, “Goofy?” “I don’t know how to explain it, but she’s been chirpy ever since she got up.” My wife’s words took a few moments to sink in, “Like she’s in a good mood or something? Playful?” Sherry nodded, “Playful could be the right word, but more like dreamy. I think she's found a new love interest; you want to talk to her?” I did but I didn’t, “Maybe later babe, talk to me, let me know you miss me.” 30 minutes later Sherry was off line and I readied for a night of television. Just as my ass dented the sofa my laptop beeped; someone was trying to connect with me. I sat up and indian logged on, JoAnne had hailed me. I accepted her video and sent her mine. Immediately my libido perked up because she was sitting in her bedroom, door closed, wearing a flowered flannel night gown, “Hi daddy, I missed you earlier, don’t you have time for me?” “Yes, little girl, I always have time for my favorite step-daughter.” “I’m your only step-daughter” she laughed. She turned serious, “I’m sorry I left so fast last night dad, I got really embarrassed at what you said, what I did.” “No need to be embarrassed JoAnne, I certainly didn’t think you were being bad or doing anything unhealthy.” She didn’t answer but looked at me cautiously then got out of her chair and went to her bedroom door. She opened the door, looked in both directions, closed it, locked it, then came back to the computer. JoAnne took a breath of courage then started cumshot where we left off the night before, “I know you noticed last night that I’m not exactly a little girl anymore.” She gripped the hem of her night gown and pulled it up and off her body. In seconds I was looking at her nudity as she displayed for me, she had the body of a fully matured young woman. As I stared at her firm full breasts, graceful swan like curves and rounded hips my prick erupted from sleep mode to fully erect. She stood facing the camera, her feet apart in a wide stance and put her hands on her hips then smiled. Or moving a few feet to his right. I knew it was the carnal lust and being this close to my indian sexy mother that was driving me insane with lust. Reporter: What were the circumstances? “Umm, you have such strong looking shoulders, from all the paddling I guess,” he hoped that would get him off the hook. Kelly John selected a nice simple diamond bracelet, complete with over 2 carats of high-grade diamonds. He felt anxious and incredibly aroused at the same time. He told me that since I had mature now worked for him for a full year we were going to celebrate by having a long weekend in London. We said good-bye and cumshot I went to the room. She caught it easily, opened my guard with her foot, and pressed against me. I tried to hit her with my other hand, and she caught that one too. My tongue was going wild on her folds and clit, she moaned into Diane’s pussy while she ate it just as I slid my tongue deep into her hole. Jeremy said coming up from behind me holding a few shots of tequila, "You gotta stop staring, it's awkward."