Incest Fulfilling Mom's Needs

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For what I was going to do, I needed to look my best. I quickly took a bath and shaved my pubic hairs. Mom was making breakfast, and Josh was with her. From the outside, they would look like any regular mom and son, but now I knew their secret. I put on a short black mini skirt and a tiny little red top, with no bra, that showed my smooth stomach. The tight top made my tits look nice and round. I left my long blonde hair down, and put on a matching red lipstick. Then I wore a pair of black stilettos.
 
As I completed my light makeup, I heard the sound of a car's horn. It was followed by mom's voice. "Your father's here, Josie."
 
When I came downstairs, my dad was sitting on the couch speaking to Josh. As his eyes fell on me, my dad just kept staring at me. "God baby, you look really great today." Josh turned back to look at me, and his reaction was the same as dad's. I saw lust in his eyes, the same lust that he had for mom, but he wasn't going to get my pussy. Only my dad retained the right to fuck me. I walked up to him and gave him a hug. I loved the feeling of his well-built body against my own slim and toned one. I stepped on my toes and quickly gave him a kiss on his left cheek.
 
We didn't wait any longer; Dad grabbed my luggage and put it in his car. While driving home, Dad and I talked a lot. We had similar interests, so the time passed quickly. Between some laughs and giggles, I would brush my hand on his thighs. When he didn't say anything about it, I kept it right there on his legs.
 
Once at home, we watched TV together. I sat beside him on the couch. It was a romantic movie of my choice, but dad still watched it with interest. Sometime later, there was a very intimate kissing scene in the movie; it was a long (1 minute) scene. It was the sole reason I had chosen it.
 
As the actors continued to kiss each other, Dad was feeling a bit uncomfortable; from the corner of my eyes, I noticed the bulge in his pants. Taking the opportunity, I tried to act sleepy and leaned on dad's chest, resting my right hand on his shoulder. I could feel his heart pumping.His breaths were heavy. He was aroused.
 
After a few minutes, Dad tightly wrapped his arm around me to keep me steady; he thought I was asleep, so my plan was working perfectly.
 
My one hand was sandwiched between our bodies, while my other one rested on his shoulder. I kept pretending to sleep and dropped my hand on his crotch. To him, it might seem like an accident,