"Well, leaving trimming you aside for another day...Let me give your pussy a quick swipe so that you don't feel so cold down there." I picked up a tissue from the dining table.
"A quick swipe? Are you not going to clean it properly, Daddy?" My mother shamelessly asked while she saw me stroking her labias, which felt so smooth and soft to touch, like they were made of cotton that had been soaked in hot oil.
Once again, she didn't mind what I was doing because she was treating me like her father and even arched her back out to push her pussy towards me as if it were her duty as my daughter to let me inspect her pussy for her, which made me wonder how many perverted desires she had hidden under her innocent and ditzy persona.
