"Wouldn't you rather watch your hot porn stars romping on the screen?" she said and noticed a hint of lust had crept into her own voice."Hell, no. I'd...much rather have the real thing, in the flesh. You're pretty hot looking, Mom. And I thought you might've got an eyeful of me, just like I'm getting one of you now."Sara saw him moving a hand to his crotch, and turned her back to him, facing the mirror again. It was hard to admit, but he had her motor racing. "Maybe you should go," she said. Blue-sky lob, that throw was, and he'd managed to cover his ass by asking what she thought of Reanna Chevriez's figure. Inspired remark, it turned out, as they both knew Fiona had a girl-crush on the songstress, a tall, dark and beautiful woman ... who just happened to be flat as a board. He supposed that reply could come back to haunt him if she really wanted to make an issue of it, but she'd laughed and let it lie.There was no such inspiration for Jenny's question. What were he and her father. Stream after stream of cum as Jordy pounded me.“OH GAWD! Now I know what chicks feel like get fucked,” I said.I couldn’t stop moaning with my head now resting in my doona.“OH GAWD! THIS IS AWESOME!” I yelled.He kept fucking me harder.“OH GAWD!” I moaned.“Oh god, I could learn to love this,” I said, deliriously“Really?” He said, without missing a beat.“Oh god, at least once a month with someone who can keep a secret,” I said, mumbling.He kept pounding me.“Oh god, at least once a week,” I said,. "My Vettie cake," I guessed.Another slap! "My daughter-whore."Her hand stroked my hair and scratched my scalp, very pleasingly. "I like that Daddy. But what kind of daughter-whore? If I like my Daddy's tongue up my ass..."The answer to this one I remembered from last night. My mouth watered anticipating my reward. "My beautiful daughter anal whore." She pulled her gown up and aside in one swoop of her hand and exposed her ass for me. With her thumb she opened her cheeks to show me her pretty.