Her already impressive breast meat would seemed to swell beyond the flimsy undergarment that failed to contain it. She would slip it off and blow the ...next smokey breath across her hardening nipples. With a twist of her nubs and a high pitched squeal she would move toward me. I watched her work a hand into her panties, then bring the cum drenched fingers to my mouth. “Taste?” She would ask with seduction burning in her eyes. With a nod I would lick the outside edges of her hand and savor the. Rob sent me to take a rinse off shower while he went to get the coffee going and pull out some things for breakfast. I dressed in cargo shorts and a polo shirt, there wasn't the need for good clothes in school that there was in the office. I went to the kitchen.Rob had a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and another on the table next to a yogurt and a spoon. I slipped into the seat and grabbed an orange from the bowl of fruit. We ate and talked about the weekend. We'd had a good time and. No matter how she might be dressed. In her mind, she was all woman. And she knew Daddy would treat her that way. She took off the clothes she had been wearing and put on her robe. She wondered when Daddy would call. And she drifted off into a wonderful sleep. Sometime later she was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing. It was Daddy calling. It was 7pm and he was hungry. He told her to get dressed in something “presentable” and meet him at 8 in the lobby. She was going to ask him whether. Her lips totally engulfing her son'smember down her throat with Dennis down below her waist punishing her nowwell fucked pussy.Rita was now deep throating her son, slobbering it with all the saliva shecould muster getting to stay rock hard. She could not believe the taste ofher son's sperm and her pussy juice that remained on his cock could taste sogood."AHHHHHHH, I'm going to cum soon!" Dennis yelled out."Me too Mom!" cried out Joey."That makes three," Rita mumbled with Joey's cock lodged down.