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“I don’t know…” I mused. I didn’t know if jacking off four or five times a day was different from repeated fucking. I had a feeling it was going to be harder to keep fucking. “I’d better call home. I’m usually there by now. I don’t want them to worry.”

“You can't be serious!” she gasped, as Daddy slipped himself out from behind her and pushed her down to the bed.“Why not?” I asked. “It's not like it tastes bad, or anything! I've tried it loads of times. It's different than Daddy's is, for sure, but it isn't bad.”

Daddy slowly started working his way deeper, and it was as incredible as it always was! He took his time, more than he really needed to even, but I think he didn't want Mom to think he was hurting me. That was fine by me. Soon enough I was taking the whole thing anyways, more than nine thick inches of incredible Daddy cock spreading me open, making me shudder and moan! God, Daddy was incredible! And getting to do it right in front of—on top of!—Mommy, made it even better! Already I could feel the pressure mounting inside me, building and building, and I let go with a trembling wail as he made me cum for him, clutching hard to the sides of Mommy's tits, taking her soft, pale flesh into my mouth and biting her—not too hard, but enough to make her gasp loudly as I did it. I tightened my bite just a little bit more, enough to make her whimper cutely until my orgasm faded and I was willing to let her go, kissing her softly better on the marks I'd just left.