Like mother like daughter I guess. Moaning as he did, her heavy breasts started moving higher and faster to match her breaths. Gagging and spluttering he didn’t care and she didn’t seem to either. Then in the corner, I found my prey. The normal punishments had been forgone and a talking too seemed to have sufficed. My dad pulled his hips back to remove a few inches and then slowly pushed back. I slipped away to hide in my room to rub my pussy until morning. A cute pink tank top that showed too much cleavage was my weapon of choice. I followed her gaze and spotted a hot boy walking past the front of the car. Her orgasms made the timing go off as a frantic mash of hips combined. Dad was getting close; he grabbed moms silky hair to help slam into her dripping cunt. The mystery of why she had settled for my father was answered around a year ago.
