I pulled my face out from the couch and looked up at dad. I sighed. "Girl." I said, defeated.Dad started waving his arms around in the air. "Danger Wi...l Robinson, danger!" He chanted robotically."Dad, no offense, but could you start using references after the '80s?" I asked him dryly."So, a girl in grade 11, huh? Hey, shoot for the moon." he said. His eyes gleamed. They always did that when he made a particularly good joke. I think it was his version of smiling."It's not like that. We're never. I scratched my head about them . I took a shower and then found out what the panties were for , me. I had NO cloths in the closet or dresser draws , There was a short skirt ,blouse and bra that matched the panties . I was shocked and mad ! I wasn't going to dress up like this, I would call management. As I grabbed the phone I saw a note saying not to call. It said my mistress would be at my door at 7:30. If I wanted to play I would be dressed. If not then my cloths would be returned cleaned. "Oh yeah!" Her voice quivered.She shifted so that she could rest one of her big soft breasts on my face. My tongue went to work, rolling across her giant areola. Mom and I set into a rhythm now, making the car rock back and forth. After about every ten dick-milking strokes mom would plant my cock as deep as it would go and grind our genitals together. I could feel my cock-head digging at the entrance to her womb."Oh yeah, baby, cock me good!" She groaned.Our i****tuous union became violent now. He sucked air through his teeth and began to saw back and forth between my lips. I loosened my grip for an easy flow of movement. Then began to meet his thrust by forcing my head forward, at first I'd let him strike as deep as possible, as he retreated I'd run his head along the roof of my mouth, to vary things I'd use my tongue to guide him along my inner cheek. 'He'd utter a bit as I changed things up, yeah. .yeah baby, like that. .oh yeah. I shifted my body, changed my angle and as he came.