My taxi had me to the airport in plenty of time for my 11:30 AM flight to Charlotte. I spent ninety minutes on the ground in Charlotte before catching...my flight to Harrisburg. We touched down at 4:22 PM, right on time. I grabbed my carry-on bag and headed down the concourse. My phone rang about thirty seconds after I got off the plane.“Where are you, Andy?” Dad asked.“In the concourse, heading for baggage claim,” I answered.“Do you have many bags?” Dad asked as I continued walking. “Should I. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum. My pussy was throbbing hard as my fingers teased my clit with growing desperation and intensity. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of Vicky cumming echoed through the wall into my bedroom. My pussy responded, contracting hard and holding my entire body in a state of suspension for a few seconds. I always loved that sensation of being completely powerless and knowing what was going to follow. As my pussy relaxed, I squirted hard. I was overwhelmed by. ‘Ryan?’ She asked softly reaching out for him. Ryan moved over her, as he brought his lips to hers. ‘Shhh… It’s okay baby, it’s just me.’ She felt him probing at her entrance and spread her legs wider for him as she sobbed his name against his lips. When she felt his tongue press for entrance, she opened her mouth and gasped against his as she felt him slide deep inside her. ‘Oh Ryan, I’ve missed you so much.’ she sobbed lifting her hips as he slowly withdrew only to penetrate her once more.. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this."I can't resist you," she answered."What can't you resist?" My son asked, as I reached the door."Being your cum bucket," she answered, sounding like a complete slut.I couldn't help but smirk. The most pretentious woman in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, head of the community council and choir leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'."And why are you here now?" My son asked."To suck your cock, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and.