Her hand slid down my bruised stomach. "Seems a lot smaller," she said with a chuckle in the voice. "Think we ought to give the poor little thing a tr...?"I pulled her leg over mine and slid into her very slowly, feeling her tongue licking my chest, the hurried pace of her breathing, the ripples in her belly, things opening and unfolding within her like secret doors."Um," she said. "I guess we will." She rolled over on top of me, and we let out bodies have control, giving our minds a rest. I felt. .. fuck Peter and Mila," he hissed as he pressed the button forthe private elevator.*****Peter did sober up the next day but he was in a pique of melancholy. Hewas sitting in the master bedroom going through old pictures on histablet when he found one that made him smile. It was Miles and Mila.Miles was dressed in a tuxedo and Mila was dressed in an evening gown.Mila looked pretty and was showing a lot of leg through the split in theside of her satin dress.He read the caption Miles and Mila -. "Okay, daddy." I was now very nervous. "Where are your condoms?"He laughed. "Oh no, baby. Daddy's don't use condoms. Not with little girls like you." "Don't get me pregnant, daddy." I can't baby." He smiled and I trusted that he had had that surgery to stop shooting semen in his cum. With my wet panties still spread to the side, he pulled away from my face and pressed his big head against my tight little hole and pushed in. "Let me in, baby girl."It felt like my pussy was being torn open. "I'm. He was clearly a submissive voyeur, though not necessarily in that order, as well as a creampie and oral fetishist, not there was anything wrong with these things. On the contrary, it was quite useful for us to have at least one guy in our growing family who was a bit on the subbie side and open to a something more of a “hot wife” dynamic, to say nothing of adult nursing.Such thoughts were soon past me, as I delved deeper into Mom with every last stroke of my cock, pounding my own mother with.