Incest The Mom Memories" by 'alwayswantedto' collection

[sarit11]

By noon the next day Don seemed better again and that night, after supper, he asked me to oil my legs for him again. I did so, langorously, on the bed beside him. While his attention was focused on my calves I glanced at his groin to see how much he was truly enjoying the show. To my surprise, he was soft, completely flaccid!


Why, then, did he want me to act so sexy in front of him when he was so obviously not interested, or capable of doing anything about it if he was? Why would he torture himself? I didn’t get it.

“Will you put on the pleated grey skirt with a white blouse?” he asked.

“If it makes you happy.”

I picked out a bra but he stopped me before I could put it on.

“No bra.”

“No bra? Alright,” I agreed reluctantly. “But I’ll have to get changed again.”

“You can put a sweater on after.”

“Okay.”

I dropped the bra and chose a pair of white panties.

“Not those. The black ones.”

“Don!”

“Alice!” he countered, and laughed.

“I can’t parade around the house in little more than a thong.”

“Only you and I will know.”

I shook my head.

“Humor me,” he pleaded.

I relented. “Alright, but I don’t see the point.”

“The point is I want to think about you walking around like that.”

“Whatever get’s you off.”

When I was dressed, Don said, “Beautiful.” His smile faded briefly and then strengthened. He waved his hand dismissively and said. “Now go have dinner and let me rest.”