Come ‘er.” I was twenty seven, and as I recollected, my father had not held me tenderly since that first night more than a decade before. I could...only remember the fondling, pinching, clamping and being filled up with his cock inside me. Sometimes there had been his friends’ cocks inside me too. But never just laying there. Never just talking. I had been taught to get up and hustle. And that night I stood nude before him, wiggling back and forth, impatient for the party to begin, my pussy all. I pulled out of her mouth, 'Blow your load, baby!' she said pushing her chest out, I jerked my dick two strokes and felt my orgasm explode in my balls, I aimed my spermcanon at her tits, the first shot came out and was a little too high as it hit her in the chin and drew a thick gooey line down her throat, she threw her head back and I tried too aim the second shot lower, it landed on her right boob. I took a small step forward, leaning into her a bit and the third shot landed exactly in her. Looking around she wonders how this room will look when it is finished. Right now the walls are semi painted and have words written on one section where she'd used the excess paint to mess around when she'd been bored.Standing in the adjoining breakfast area is her mother...Kelly or as those who are closest to her call her Kel. Today her mother’s clothes are covered with white pasty gunk that is used for sticking tiles to the floor. Her face and hands are also covered in the gooey sticky. Forthat matter I've never met a man who could look better in a dressthan me. It's funny, after the initial shock of seeing you as youare; I haven't given it a second thought. Shall we go to the powderroom to repair our faces?"Arm in arm, we re-entered the dining room and made our way to thestudy where a bottle of brandy and two snifters awaited us. "The powder room is through there," she said, pointing to a doorbehind a teak desk and high backed leather chair.I repaired my face, returned to the.