The limber of her muscles, their costume of ethereal flesh, her all too real bones. I focus on the shift of her hips as she moves, remember her buttoc...s beneath the slickest of garments, how both halves enfolded my cock when it momentarily rested between them just before I fucked her. I wonder if Barrington will sense the slop of my presence when fucks her too.Hester's eyes are closed, lost to the music, subsumed by the bluff and camp machismo of Barrington's faux magnificence. And I wonder if. She kisses me hard, harder than ever as one hand pins both of mine above my head, the other now quickly unbuttoning my pants.The small part of me that is a brat decides to come out and play. Clamping my legs shut on Her hand, I squeeze my legs tight as I silently challenge Her. Releasing my hands, She decides to grab my hair once more, roughly yanking it to the side. Squealing softly, release Her hand and give Her full access to me."Do not challenge my authority right now, Kitten." She growls. I began spewing gallons of cum down her throat and into her stomach. The sensations were incredible and I thought I was never going to stop. Every time I thought I was finished, Audrey would choke and her convulsing throat muscles would milk another shot of jizz out of my balls.Finally, after what seemed like a century, I could tell I was done and my cock began softening. Only then did I feel Audrey's hand frantically tapping my thigh and realize that she still couldn't breathe. I relinquished. They were a cream color and made of satin. She had a wet spot in the center. A dark, damp proof of her excitement. “I'm going to take care of that cunt. It's what good daughters do.”“Sky!” she gasped as I yanked the gusset of her panties to the side with my fingers. My knuckles slid across her bush and wet folds. I loved the sight of thick, blonde bush and cuntlips thrusting out into those curls. She looked just the way a MILF should be. “What are you doing?”“Fucking you, Mom!” I grinned. “Mmm,.