"Hearing my mother's kinks and weakness drove me over the edge, but I quickly push her off and erupt my spunk on her face."Phew, that was close. I alm...ost made my own mother pregnant." I said, a little relieve it didn't occur.Unknown to me, my sister silently viewed the activities in disbelief. Her fragile motion shattered, and she became psychotic. You know, one flew over the cuckoo's nest. If Gotham asylum existed, she would be Harley Quinn's cell mate. To make matter worse, she recorded our. Pranav licked my tits up and down and was starting to have myway with me.Just a little longer I told myself, after all it had been months away from a masculine touch. For some reason it was such an exciting thrill to be tmynaughty with someone other than my husband, especially with a young, sex-starved hungry man. I felt like mypleasure piece of meat as he rested me on mycouch. As I lay on my back, I could feel pranav's hands begin to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs.When I didn't. But no matter how hard Ipressed my lips down, I couldn't get his huge, throbbing man meat in!His cock was just too damn big! I felt Curt's hands on the back of myhead steadily pushing me down. He kept pressing harder and harder untilsuddenly his cock popped into my mouth, my lips wrapped firmly around itso tightly it was like a vacuum seal. He kept pressing until I felt hishuge cock hit the back of my throat. I knew what he wanted and relaxed,knowing his huge cock was going down my throat. He. "Er dad. What should we call you now?" he asked.Sarah thought for a moment."You can call me whatever you want. Sarah, Auntie or even Dad if youwant. I may have changed on the outside but I'm still the same personon the inside and I'm still your father. All I ask is that you'rediscrete when we're with people who don't know my past, maybe call meSarah then but carry on calling me Dad otherwise if you want. And don'tassume that just because I look like this, I've lost interest in motorracing.