Looking across the table I could see her elegantly lacquered nails toying with the edge of her cup. I could only watch as realization washed over my mother. Mature sex You see, while the amount of sex my father and I were actually having had gone down, the amount we wanted to be having hadn’t. Not nearly good enough for him. Doing so slammed him even deeper inside me. I pulled my mother along with me, leaving her sprawled out on the bed. There’s no point in getting yourself all worked up over a situation that might not even exist. We tried to be more circumspect in our liaisons. I buried my face in a pillow and let out a scream as my brain was fried by the overwhelming pleasure of serving as my father’s cum-dump. This worked out pretty well. If he’d figured out what I was up to before it started working he’d have put the kibosh on it and sent me away to get my head examined for
