” No response. When I finished, I walked into the bedroom and instantly noticed she was no longer lying under the covers, but rather sitting toward...the corner at the foot of the bed with pillows situated behind her as a prop against her back.She had changed from her night clothes that she had been wearing all day.Now she wore a pair of fairly short shorts and a strap tank top.Her soft creamy legs lightly dangled off the edge of the bed.She watched me intently.She didn’t appear angry, just. Randy had just gone in the kitchen to mix up a batch of spiked eggnog where the doorbell rang softly. It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve. Lousy timing. I was horny. I needed my lover's big cock fucking my brains out again before I climaxed in my red, satin g-string. “I'll get it honey,” I called out to Randy as I headed for the door, planning on getting rid of whomever was on the other side. Flinging open the door, I found my self staring into the faces of my mother and father in-law. . Johnson stood and moved in front of me, his cock an inch from my face. "Now try again, Lucy," Mr. Smith said. "And do it right or I'll let him use his hands."I swallowed hard and whimpered out a "Yes sir," then leaned forward. I had to clench my whole body to keep from falling face-first onto Mr. Johnson's cock as I slipped it between my lips. It twitched again and I heard him moan, but he stayed completely still.I pushed down on it until it was halfway in my mouth, closing my eyes and trying. I lasted hardly eightminutes. Gasping, I began to jizz in my own daughter’smouth.Nadine moaned and swallowed down my first spurt. And Ikept right on spurting into her mouth heavily. I hadn’tcum in fourteen years, believe it or not. I jizzed intoNadine’s mouth sixteen or seventeen times before myballs were emptied.She slipped her mouth off of my cock with a slurpingsound.“How did I do, dad?” She asked sheepishly, expectantly,stroking my cock.“Well, sweetie, to.