"You can help move the furniture and then start on the windows. Deb's going to work on the kitchen and I'll mop the floors. You can help move the furn...ture back as I finish a room," he said.I was impressed with his organizational skills, but I didn't comment because he might have thought I was being sarcastic."What do you want me to do?" Megan asked.Charlie was reluctant to tell her what he wanted her to do. Debra spoke up. "Would you mind cleaning the bathroom, Meg?"Megan laughed. "Give me a. “Oh FUCK yeah boy, take daddy’s load on your pretty face!”, he said louder. And with each stroke, I was now extracting another rope of his filthy cum, squirting it on my face, and down my chest. The last few drops I made sure hit my own cock.I felt dirty. Disgustingly dirty. Filthy. My face was coated in his dirty seed, along with my chest. And worst of all, my cock had his cum on it. I was in a daze. I felt like a cum slut. I reached down in that daze and rubbed his cum all over my cock, using. We're happy to. But I'm also looking for sponsors. You know, like when people get others to sponsor them for a walk for hunger? A certain amount per mile?" Yes, I'm familiar with that. And how far are you walking?" Oh, I'm not walking. I'm collecting instead, something that many people are happy to give away." Oh, and what's that?" Sperm." Sperm?" My mother's composure flickered. I was shocked."Yes, semen actually. I've pledged to collect a pint of semen, and people are paying me for every. Her ripe breasts threatened to burst free of the sports bra she wore. As she stood to remove her shorts, my sudden erection surprised her. “Wow- That looks a lot bigger than it was yesterday.” “ You had the element of surprise on me then, I am dry and ready for you today..” As soon as her shorts and thong were off, she slid onto my massage table, tummy down. I turned on my cassette player. It had music that was subliminal in nature, arranged to relax both mind and body. I lit my oil burner.