Yummy!”
I laughed, and groaned dramatically, “Dearie me! I looked at the number and told Mom, “It’s Dad.”
“Of course it is,” she said, perturbed, turning around and taking the phone. “Well, we’re both getting down and dirty,” Mom added, looking into the mirror to make sure it was clear she was talking to me as she added, “I need to get going, I think Matt is about to start drilling away.”
She mouthed, ‘Faster’. She ordered, as my mouth dropped open, “Matt, we need to get your face all wet again, although I can promise this will be a lot more pleasant than that dirty water that sprayed on you.”
Before I could respond, she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face deep into her pussy. “Hi, Matt, stop growing,” she said like she always did, as I towered over her five foot frame.
