Within minutes his cock grows in length, expands in girth as it hardens more and more. With a few more strokes his cock grows to completion, his round... head reaching past her belly button and his shift looking nearly soda thick on top of her stomach. He pulls his hips back and grips himself midshaft as he aims his thick and throbbing cock's head right upto my mom's pussy's slit. My mother's pussy......She has deliciously plump lips that perfectly round up and together, meeting and pressing. I sit up in position, abandoning my blanket and sitting straight up, my feet beneath me, knees in front, then spread, my hands on the floor, and tits pushed out. Looking down at the floor. I’m getting wet… I can hear him moving, I mustn’t feet, not until I am signaled to do so. He doesn’t speak either, he usually uses body language, or signals to communicate with me. He speaks now and then, particularly if I’m really good – or really bad…I can’t look at him either, not his eyes. I’m not worthy.. She’s rote, clinical and to the point. This is a business deal I can get behind. She continues. “Your Dad is fucking my Mum. That’s it. We’re not blood relatives. We’re just two horny teenagers who like fucking and who happen to be stuck living together for God knows how long. Yeah?” I couldn’t have put it better myself. “Yeah,” I say. “Absolutely. We help each other out and there’s nothing else to it. Mutually beneficial. Nobody’s getting hurt and we’re both satisfying a need.” “Exactly. And I. It made her feel clean, like the shower itself. She didn't feel dirty or used or like the daughter of a filthy, perverted father. She was a good girl... cumming!Her orgasm was a nice one, not violent like those created in her by her vicious dad. It gently rippled through her luscious young body and made her smile. It was pleasant for her.Even after it was over, she found herself basking in an afterglow of sensual pleasure that was new to her, new and refreshing. She stood dripping in front of.