“And you’re his mother?” The woman sighed. “I’m sorry if I was short just then, we’ve had so many absences lately. The phone keeps ringing...”“Yes, I’m his mother. Mrs. Linda Riles.”“Do you think David will be back in school tomorrow?”“I...” Linda bit her bottom lip. A mix of guilt, dread, and anticipation sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “I hope so.”“Very well, we will expect him,” The woman said. “Goodbye, Mrs. Riles.”“Goodbye.” Linda hung up the phone. She took a deep breath. Maybe. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around his own, pressing her firm, smallish breasts into his chest, reaching round with both her hands to squeeze and cup both of his butt cheeks. Andy moaned with desire into his daughter’s mouth, and tasted traces of his own cum on her lips and tongue. He was sure, actually, that a little of his jism had actually been passed over from Connie’s mouth to his own, as he could taste it more strongly now on his tongue… strangely, though, it. Once Vanessa felt clean she told me to kissher cock. Next she told me to lick it then asked me how does it taste? I told her it tastedgreat. She then told me to be a good boy and suck it like a lolipop until she tells me to stop. I could hardly get the head in but I managed and after about five minutes of sucking her huge dick head Vanessaa told me to squeeze her massive balls and to keep sucking because she was close to giving me her special milk for me to drink. I was kind of thirsty by now. When I mentioned it to Cherry, she laughed. "I'll bet your wife has beenfeeding you hormones for the past six months. You're pretty advanced."I thought about it. "Six months! Oh, that's why it's been getting andharder to have sex. That explains it!" I was dumbfounded that I wasoblivious to all this taking place.Then I stepped into my outfit and snapped the tiny g-string crotchtogether. My leotard was made of netting and lace. It was sleeveless andhad spaghetti straps holding it up over my.