But here in my dad's house his words is law. Must follow orders. So, one mirning my dad left to work, since I do tattoos I can take take my jods anywa...e. I had a few things lined up for the aftetnoon hours, so I didn't have much to do in the morning I took a long shower and got dressed. Still had 4 hours to kill, since im not from here I'm pretty much stuck here, oh and my dad had no type of gaming system. So I walked around the house, very bored...i walked in the kitchen and there she was,. My cockhead kept rubbing her cervix on the deep insertions. That felt real good to both of us. Her husband rarely went that deep, she said.She was tiring and said, “Shoot your sperm in me”. Subdued squeals happened when I did. We snuggled and listened to the noises from down the hall. She whispered to me how hot it was to hear her son getting laid. I told her it worked for me too.After we had a short nap I was ready enough again for a scissors position screw. She’d never done that either. Her. Then I pulled them out and giggled. "You came on my FACE!" I said, smiling."You asked for it," Mark said, laughing. Then he rolled off of me to recline against my headboard."I DID, didn't I?" I mused back at Mark. Then I padded off the bed to finish cleaning up in the bathroom. I expected to see a huge mess, but I was pretty sure Mark was aiming for my mouth. 'You hit your target pretty well, Mr. Dynamite,' I jokingly remarked to myself. I quickly washed my face and neck, touched a little. He was actually enjoying what I’d done. I could tell. “This excites you, doesn’t it?” I said, a little miffed at his reaction. He just stared down at me, kind of desperately, with a strained look that almost made me smile. As I related my most recent experience in the public restroom, squeezing the base of his cock frequently, I saw he was leaking fluid almost constantly. That meant he was close, so I eased off a bit, then went on. I told him I hadn’t meant to go back, but I’d obediently.