Larger and softer than his sibling's, they were still smooth and warm under his touch. Deciding that he could claim to be worried about upsetting the man with the gun, he didn't hesitate to begin exploring his mother's chest ornaments much as he'd done with his sister. As he did, the pleasure of having his hands overfilled with warm womanflesh began to make his dick feel even longer and harder than it had before.

Having her son's hands on her breasts made Ellen feel ashamed of what was happening, at first. But as he began moving his hands on them, gently squeezing and stroking their fullness, her embarrassment gradually gave way to a sense of pleasure with what he was doing. When his efforts expanded to include her nipples, the good feelings she was having grew even faster.

Vic had solemnly resolved that although he had to put his hands on his daughter's body, he was only going to go through the motions of actually doing anything: he'd make it look good, but he was determined that it wouldn't be anything that actually brought him any pleasure. That resolve lasted right up to the point that he first touched Carla by cupping his hands on her breasts. Unwittingly, he gave her small mounds a soft squeeze, and found out that they were as smooth and firm as he remembered girl's tits being when he was just learning such things. In addition, he could feel the hard pebbles of his daughter's nipples pressing into the palms of his hands; he found the stone wall of his resolve and commitment crumbling under the reality of his daughter's body in his hands. Slowly and reluctantly, he began moving his hands a little bit at a time, fascinated with the feel of Carla's young body.

The command that her daddy should start touching her and doing things with her didn't bother Carla in the slightest; in fact, she welcomed it. She loved him, and knew that he loved her, and she was grateful for the opportunity for the two of them to show each other that love.