“Hiya Arya, it is Mia, I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to you sooner, babe. I didn't want to come off as desperate or anything." She giggle nervou...ly into the phone, which I found both to be cute and disarming. “I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?”“Um, well, I'm not into girls. That isn't my thing...” I use my most serious tone, teasing her.“What?! I can always sense another lesbian,” she claimed. “Oh God, oh shit. I could have sworn I was getting that flirty vibe tone from. She was such a treasure. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white. I groaned, shuddering. The pressure at the tip of my dick was incredible. My ovaries tightened as my daughter sucked with all her might, making such obscene sounds.“Oh, munchkin, you are such a schoolgirl-slut for Mommy’s big dick.”She moaned a yes about my cock, the tip throbbing.I squirmed, her tongue swirling about the tip between bobs. It was so hard to concentrate on the road with my. Maybe he was so used to it not happening that he was just taking care of things himself. If he had masturbated in the shower just before that would explain his lack of interest. Not to sound sexist but guys just don't say no to a blow job, do they?I did my best to go to sleep, but every time I relaxed enough to doze off the image of Ben's hard cock, dripping pre-cum would float into my mind. Every time that happened I could feel myself getting more and more antsy. My husband had offered to buy. There you paused, and began pressing your tongue firmly against the underside of my cock, squeezing it, caressing it with your mouth. My cock was a bit more than half way into your mouth. I could tell that it was so far in that you were not able to breathe. Yet you held it there, sucking, squeezing, embracing it lovingly with your mouth, for what might have been a full minute.You began to pump your mouth up and down on my cock, using your lips and tongue to apply pressure. I could feel my balls.