“Daddy…” I started to say and sit up, worried about you. Scared that you were hurting, crying, afraid – not knowing what you were there for. N...ot knowing that I was the one I needed to be worried about.“Shhh…” You kept rubbing my belly. “Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”“What’s wrong?”You just kept rubbing me, and kept crying, and I noticed something else. A sound I’d never heard before, but would become familiar with. “TickTickTick” is what it sounded like – a fast watch ticking in the. Mom put her fork down and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "When are you going to tell me what's really bothering you?" Nothing's bothering me, Mom. I said I'm just not hungry." Brody, I've been your mother for sixteen years, and I know when something's up. I told myself to give you some space after the accident, give you time to pull out of this funk on your own, but you just seem to be sinking deeper into it."I was not in the mood to have this conversation. "I'm fine," I curtly said, as I. As it seems, she had stimulated my prostate and eventually had milked out every drop of sperm that was stored in my genitals. The "losing my virginity ceremony" was ojurned when she pulled out her hand from my asshole and licked her fingers clean, very thoroughly and sensually.That was the first time in my life I ejaculated with anus stimulation.Many sessions like the one described above were ment to follow. Props were added in the game. Dildos, but plugs, penis shaped effigies, hand-cuffs,. “Okay, Jenna, face away from the camera. Monique, say the lines. Then kneel down and spread your daughter's butt-cheeks. Jenna, you'll bend over so your skirt rises over your ass aimed right at Hosannah's camera. Then let the cum flow.”“Okay,” my daughter moaned, clenching her pussy tight about my cock.I pulled out of her and helped my daughter stand. She turned around. I smoothed her skank skirt so it covered most of her delicious rump. She trembled, whimpering, her face twisted with strain,.