But she did not care. All she cared about was making this boy hers… again… fully this time."T-take it off?", he asked weakly. He was standing sh...rtless in front of her, with his grey eyes pleading for permission and reassurance. His straw-blond hair was tousled from her acute urge to grope and grab him in multiple places at once. He was panting quietly through his full lips that were made a little fuller by her passionate nibbling. His hands paused right above the waistband of his briefs,. I put my hands around his neck and pushed my tongue up to meet his, and we shared a deep, hungry soul kiss. With his hands on my shoulders, he kept his tongue in my mouth and rolled over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Still locked into his kiss, I reached down between us and grabbed his cock, feeling how swollen and stiff it was, and guided it up to my asshole. Pushing down with my hips, Malcolm punctured me again, driving deep into me at such a beautiful angle that I broke away from. .don’t be,” then pulled me back to her, “that is such a turn on.”I could feel her starting to move under me again. As we resumed our fuck I knew it wouldn’t last long and I was longing to fill her with my sperm, to let her feel me cumming inside her. Our movements increased and suddenly she started whispering in my ear.“Talk dirty to me like you do Jenny. Tell me what a filthy fucking whore I am! Tell me my huge sloppy cunt feels so hot and nasty round your cock! Tell me you’re going to. Well, not all the time, but it's not uncommon," I informed my daughter."What for?" she asked, seeming genuinely interested."It's been different things over the years, I guess. Mostly for stress though. Like I told you the other day, it's pretty common. Go get ready for bed. I'll meet you in your room in fifteen minutes," I said, ending the conversation and turning back to my work.Fifteen minutes later it was my turn to knock, this time at my daughter's bedroom door."Come in," came her reply.I.