She way on her belly, her arms brought up around her head, her long red hair covering her face and back.To his disappointment, but not surprise, she w...s still fully clothed. She'd simply staggered to her bed and plopped down on it and summarily passed out. He could hear heavy breathing, which was rhythmic with sleep. The only other sound was the booming of thunder and the incessant panging of rain against the windows.When he got to her bed his shadow fell across the form of his daughter. She. “I know. Believe me, I know. I assume you two have just decided to volunteer for all future deliveries. If so, you might want to be more careful about dropping things.”“Wasn’t that hot?” she asked as her lips worked their way around his neck. She was back in casual wear, but it was clear that her encounter with the deliverymen had reenergized her libido.“I’m not sure,” he answered, and she pulled her lips away with an exaggerated pout. The look in her eyes warned him that, if he persisted, this. All manner of things were going through my mind but I just decided to go find her and see."Hi, what did you want to talk about, Mom," I asked with a bit of a tingle in my cock knowing it was liable to be the topic of conversation."Well, I couldn't help but see, well, your manhood, shall we say. And, Jeremy, it looks like you have inherited one of your father's best aspects. He did have a few." Oh, Dad was hung, you mean?" Well, yes, you might put it that way. Happily for me at the time, I might. Agonizingly slow, you eased back allowing just a fraction more to escape this time. And back into me again. With each thrust, you penetrated me just a little further. You built a rhythm like that until almost the entire length of the strap-on was sawing into and out of me. Gradually, you built up speed, as if you were a downhill racer using the terrain to speed you to your destination. It wasn't until I heard you moaning that I realized that the way the strap-on was attached to you enabled.