At least on Monday morning after breakfast Dad got one added to his side. Blowjob sex I remember Mom forcing Dad and I to wear matching shirts and ties and then dragging us both down to the photo studio. She praised me and had me fuck her again. It had spaghetti straps, a plunging neckline, and it just barely covered her white panties. She asked, “So who wants to fuck me?”
Dad looked down at the floor. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and she brushed her hand across my pants, feeling my erection. I gagged, he squirted, and I threw up. I was sitting next to Dad when Mom asked, “Did you like my special gift?”
I answered, “I sure did.”
Dad turned to me and asked, “What, special gift.”
He was turned away from Mom so he couldn’t see her turn white as a ghost and run out of the room. That last time her slick pussy felt so good on my cock, she found the perfect rhythm
