I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and kneeled down in front of him, took his big tool in my hand and moved the foreskin up and down. The skin of h...s dick was soft like velvet and after a short while I saw the first drops of precum leaking out of his peehole. I bent down to taste it, licking all of it. Then I took his cockhead in my mouth, licking and sucking it for a while. I tried to get him deeper and deeper in my mouth. He seemed to enjoy it, because he was humming “hmmmmmm” and. What she yearned for. What she craved. She knew that he was precisely what she desired. She honestly feared what might happen. What he might do with her. And yet, deep down, she knew she would ultimately be safe with him, though pushed to the extent of her limits. The crack of the cane marked the official beginning of their physical connection. Her body tensed rigidly as the sting of the impact announced itself. But the restraints were fashioned securely and she moved very little. A scream. I laid there for a while, lightly, and teasingly, stroking my cock, and thinking of my mom's smiling face staring at the camera, as the strong, muscular arms of the black guy she was with at that moment, embraced her. Thinking of this made my erection stiffen even more; and I found myself wishing I'd been able to see the rest of those photos she'd had on her phone. I was sure that whoever the black guy was, that he and my mom had very probably ended up fucking---and that, more than anything,. "*****Forty-five minutes later I was driving us to the ice cream shop with my hot daughter face-down in my lap. She was deepthroating me, a skill I knew she'd learned from sucking off strangers at the gloryhole. She was drooling and sputtering all over my cock, moaning as she sucked and slobbered.She was a good little cocksucker and she knew it. I felt my nut coming on and let it happen, blasting my hot load against the back of her slutty throat. She swallowed my jizz and zipped up my pants.