Anything was possible. I continued to hold back her hair and knead her breasts with my free hand while she tirelessly bobbed up and down my cock. By n...w she had got her hand involved, working the base of my shaft while her mouth worked the top. The mixture of sensations quickly brought me to the point of no return. “I’m gonna-” was all I managed to say before I felt my cock unload into her mouth. I immediately wondered if that little slip up would cost me, but euphoria washed away any. She could only imagine what was running through his head. She felt her pussy lips begin to part and open, and the heat from the lamps was warming the tender, exposed pink flesh of her anus.He ordered her to take the panties all the way off, which she did without hesitation, frightened beyond her bashfulness by his last threat. He then told her to get down on all fours and poke her ass out at him. She did so, feeling more humiliated than she had ever felt in her life. He adjusted the lights. It didn't look as bad as it hurt, but it was too late to say he fell off his bike after committing to the 'Sarah left me' narrative. If he waited for her in the bathtub, back against the wall, he could probably get away with it. So, with a hiss of pain, he pressed his back against half-cold wall tiles, half scolding, rising bathwater and waited. The echoes of the pleading voice of the poor man he beat up today were no match for the mental image of his mom sliding out of a silky bathrobe to sit. He tries so hard to provide for me, but with it being just us two, I know it can't be easy on him. Mom left us a few years ago, and I still hold a resentment towards her. How could she just up and leave me? How could she just take off and leave him? He was so good to her. He'd buy her flowers just because, and would make dinner so she didn't have to. He was a good man and deserved better than to be left with out a reason why.But like I was saying I walk into the living room, and he looks up.