He didn’t even say anything, well, he couldn’t because I turned my head and kissed him before he could say anything. I won’t lie, I LOVED (still...do) the way my dad tasted, loved it! I loved how his breath even tasted and smelled good, I loved the way his tongue felt in my mouth and I loved the way he kissed! Oh, my, god I loved how my daddy kissed, you don’t even understand at all! I loved mommy and how she tasted too, she was a really really good kisser, but some how daddy was a much much. I knew she was thinking about him and long before I wanted to I erupted into her mouth."You were a bad boy," Kara purred like a kitten. She rose to her feet and pulled my lips to hers. I could taste the briny flavor of my seed on her lips and it excited me. She and I had dabbled in bondage and dominance but never seriously. We both identified as switch but Kara preferred the submissive role so more often than not I was the dominant even when I was feeling submissive. She occasionally professed. I could see her big arse and she didn’t wear anything under it as she was wearing a nighty.I don’t know what happened I just pulled my zipper down pulled out my penis and started giving it a jerk. After a while, suddenly ma’am woke up and asked me if I could just sit on her legs so she could get a massage there. I was very lucky as she didn’t see my jerking off and I agreed to sit on the calf muscles of her legs. I like a smart chap sat in between her legs near her thighs as if I was fucking. He was too old to be interested in me and I should not be thinking of him.That night my dreams were filled with lustful thoughts. In my dream I was being ravaged by a much older man. I was committing truly depraved acts and he was truly using my body. My pussy was burning with desire by the morning. My breasts seemed to create more milk the more turned on I was. This was embarrassing as I should not be producing milk anymore. But I loved the feeling of my breasts being so shapely. I had to make.