"You and your father are lovers now. I know how good that feels, to have him in you, to have his seed in you. You won't be able to stop now, and even if you did you would be wanting, and he would be wanting, and I would be wondering. It would tear us apart."
Anna finished taking off Sasha's top. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and so her breasts were exposed to the air, her n*****s hardening. Anna brushed them with her palm, and Sasha jerked in response. Whether from the sensation or fear, I couldn't say. Anna stripped her shorts and panties off as well, leaving our daughter naked as the day she was born, having stepped out of her undergarments.
"You shave here." Anna said, touching the outside of her daughter's p***y with her finger tips. Sasha closed her eyes against tears.
"Yes." She
