The better blow job was to come later. I laid down next to him, we talked some more. Soon he was kissing my neck, my nipples, my stomach and then do...n my legs ending up at my pussy. By this time all the caressing was working me up again. He then with his teeth, tongue and fingers brought me to an ever more intense orgasm where I squirted all over his face and my legs. He quickly licked it all up. He got on top of me again, this time on his knees holding my legs. It felt amazing and I. At first, she had told herself that she was imagining these things because she had just recently found out about incest, about brothers and sisters, and fathers and daughters. Yet, as she then began to pay further attention, Michelle soon realized that her initial suspicions were correct. She then tried telling herself that her father's ogling did not mean anything, and for a while, she actually convinced herself. That was until the night that her dad kiddingly brought her onto his lap and she. She lowered her head to mine, our lips kissed and our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths. Suddenly and with renewed convulsions from deep within I felt her begin to shake, her breathing increased rapidly and the moans through her lips drove me onwards. “Push harder,” she moaned. I needed no extra encouragement and as the crescendo of orgasmic passion engulfed her, I erupted deeply into her pussy. She kept riding me till we both subsided, the glistening of passion glowing over us. She wanted the element of exposure, but only the thought of it, not the actual. She knew that very well.She attempted to talk to her son, but he wasn’t interested in listening. As she tried to explain the need for discretion, he ignored her and opened her blouse, taking her tits out and sucking them, one after the other.Within a few minutes, Lisa had nothing more to say-his tongue and hot, wet mouth, his lips sucking at her nipples, caused her to shut up, and she pulled his-face tighter against.