After a long while Itold him that I was ready for him to pull that dildoout. He said, “Just hold on another minute.”I asked why. I was tot...lly sated and quite exhausted. But he said that he needed another minute because hehad his cock up my ass and he was about to blast off inme. For the first time I realized that was lying on top ofme to one side. I could not believe that he had gotthat monster dick of his up my asshole. Then he movedin me again and realized that the fact that. I felt deliciously wicked as I went about the normal routine of making coffee and cooking breakfast in what was to become more or less my 'at home with Victor uniform'. This 'uniform' consisted of a sheer blouse, a short skirt, suspender belt, stockings and high heels, no bra and no panties, dressed thus my son could take me or touch me at any time it pleased him. So exciting was the mere thought of my accessibility to him that I had a minor climax as I sat to eat breakfast and Victor hadn't. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure i wanted more. I lay back more grab the toy and at first slide all the way out, all the way in. Slowly at first, then a steady pace.. Then as hard as i can. My sissy hole gripping the toy making it harder to pull out as i edge closer and closer. Finally i feel the pressure and can't take it. I feel waves and waves of pleasure and my cock leaks. I don't feel like i'm cumming totally. Just so much cum pours out of my cock onto my belly, over the sides. When he pulls his hand away, he shows me the bright pink paint that I smeared on my face accidentally. I drop my legs and he lets me stand on my own. I take a step back and lower my gaze, understanding that he noticed the mess finally. “Young lady, what did I say the last time you were painting?”I shiver at the sound of his baritone voice. “Not to make a mess, Sir.”“And what have you done?” I keep my gaze on the floor as he crosses his arms across his well-defined chest. “I made a mess, Sir..