The doorbell was one of the Victorian type, which you twist and produce a ringing sound. Soon the door opened and a big guy, 6 feet 6 inces at least, ...aid in a loud but friendly voice - "Come in this house - you look like you could use one of our rooms and hot showers". I breathed a sigh of relief. I was exhausted and covered with dust fromn the mountain trails. Hauling the 40 pound backpack had made my shoulders really sore, and I wanted to stand under a really hot shower and let the water. "About how long after intercourse has begun does it take you to ejaculate?" "It depends," he said amiably."Yes?" I asked expectantly in spite of myself, my gaze riveted on his now-throbbing crotch."On whether I'm stroking fast or slow." "Yes?" "And whether the woman is moving back." "You mean like if she has her legs wrapped around you?" I blurted."Yes," he smiled. "Or wiggling her hips." Realizing I had departed from the questionnaire, I suddenly stopped talking. Then, as I sat there in. See how much cum he had to give to my mother, to see if she swallowed it all, or whether she let him cum on her face.I was desperately biting one finger to keep myself quiet as I frigged my cunt frantically with the other hand, 3 fingers deep inside my soaking fuckhole. I could see dad was about to cum, and I couldn't hold back any longer, and as I felt the orgasm start to build inside me I saw him start to buck, and as mum opened her mouth I saw the first jet of lovely white spunk spurt out. She was really worried about you and Holly being difficult to handle, but you made it much easier for her.” Just as I thought in the car. “Yes Mum” I answered. “So spanking is right going forward, just like at Auntie Sarah’s.” “Well, not quite Mum. I was only at Auntie Sarah’s for six weeks.” “Six weeks or six years, what’s the difference really Emma?” An interesting comment giving the spectre of being spanked at 25 years old. Somehow that didn’t worry me really. Mum looked at me.