He would snap at her, take out his mounting frustration on her if she infringed his sensibilities with an indelicate movement, a misplaced finger; or ...f she accidentally hurt him by manoeuvring his sensitive testicles too readily, to facilitate their washing. Sometimes the cock would come alive in her hand, like a baby bird, finding its wings in one fleeting moment, ready to take flight. She would feel the heat coming off her son’s face as a consequence as he tried in vain to remain detached. As the feeling grew in intensity, I gripped her head steady and began to fuck her face, pumping my cock slowly but deliberately into her now stationary mouth. I wanted desperately to shoot my load down her throat, but I decided to wait. I had other things in mind, and I wanted to maintain my sexual energy for a grand finale. Pulling my cock from Kathy's mouth, I led her by the hand into the bedroom with my hard cock pointing the way. I watched while she put on black, net stockings with a black. Ben himself was amazed at the depth of his commitment. Before Lady X, he would have fucked his way through the staff in week, or less then gone back for seconds. Even when he had been engaged the last time it hadn't stopped him from the occasional dalliance. Lady X had changed his life.She would test Ben, usually in that long week just prior to his visit with Lady X. That week he would be assigned to work closely with one of the more infatuated of her attractive staff, usually in an isolated. I didn't enjoy it mind you, I hated it. The erection in my panties, and my urge to start jerking off while going down on my own father, filled me with shame.My father was moaning as I licked up and down his cock. I hoped he would cum soon, but I worried when he did this wouldn't be over, it was more then a simple ****, my mind was already considering what he could be planning for my future and there were no good scenarios.My kissing progress to 'french kissing' as my dad called it. Then to.