He almost jumped toward the backpack and hastily pulled out clothing. He had his jeans on and was pulling a shirt over his head when she came back int... the room. He suddenly had no idea what to say to her."Hungry?" was what came out of his mouth."Mm-hmm," she responded. "D-d-don't l-l-look while I g-g-get d-d-dressed." Sure," he said.He went to the door and flipped a switch, which turned on the two lamps above the beds. Then, moving sideways and facing away from her, he went to the end of his. Helen felt his hard cock against her stomach, and she knew her resistance was dwindling fast. It wasn't her son Helen wanted, but a cock. She hadn't had one inside her for so long her pussy ached.Helen's want was increasing by the second. She didn't care anymore. It might be her son's cock, but she wanted him.Helen was about to take one of the most significant steps of her life when lights shone on the window, and a car pulled up outside."My god. It's your father," Helen panicked. She jumped. Each drop of the clear lubricant seemed to fall in slow motion from the bottle to Fiona's skin. Frank watched as the rivulets ran down between her ass cheeks. He poured a generous amount on his condom clad cock then set the bottle down. Frank put his hands on Fiona's hips and pressed his rigid shaft against her ass. Fiona felt Frank's cock sliding against her ass. She could feel the contours of his dick and it moved up and down, spreading the lube out. Then he stopped. She felt the head of his. The little bitch was so fucking tight on his cock, and felt so small and delicate in his hands. He could feel every crevice of her small pussy wrapped so unforgivingly around his thick meat. She was only a child and he was fucking her with her own mother. Suck on my balls you fucking whore, Im going to fill your daughters little cunt hole with so much hot cum, he told the mother, who quickly wrapped her wet lips all the way around his balls, sucking and licking them with vigor. The red head.