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And I want you to cum on it. Will you do that? Will you cum on my asshole for me, Daddy?”As if her words weren’t motivation enough, she grabbed both her butt cheeks and spread them. Her dainty asshole was on full display, and it was just as sexy as the rest of her.“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I couldn’t help but smile at the desperate tone in her voice, as if she feared there was the least chance I might deny her what she wanted.“I’ve been thinking about it all day. I want you right up close behind me, and I want to feel your warm cum shooting all over my dirty, nasty asshole. Please, Daddy!”“Who am I to say no?”“Hurry, I’m almost there…”I moved in behind her, trying not to trip over Jeffy’s outstretched hind legs and squatted down enough to be sure I wouldn’t miss the tantalizing moving target.“Oh God, do it, Daddy. Right on my asshole!”It was good that it only took fifteen seconds for me to get there because that’s about when I began to feel the burning in my thigh muscles start.. "I followed, admiring her stunning legs and, remembering what the little leather skirt covered, started to get very hard. I walked over to the sink and leaned back as Mom put on a pair of oven mitts and bent over to get the cookies out. This was too good to be true. Mom was being pleasant to me and giving me quite a show, bending over lower than necessary, allowing her skirt to ride up with the hem stretched tightly across the back of her thighs just underneath her bum. For some reason, the cookie sheet wouldn't come out easily and Mom struggled to get it out. I smiled. This really was great. Mom stood up, holding the cookie sheet in one hand, lifting the oven door up with the other and bumped the oven door shut with her hip. Just then, I heard Dad's car coming into the driveway. Shit! Motherfucking shit. Why did he have to come home early?I didn't have much time, so when Mom turned around to offer me a hot cookie, I accepted it with a shit-eating grin."What are you grinning at?" Mom.
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