“Lay back dad,” I said, and as he rolled onto his back, I sat up and moved across to straddle him facing his feet. I lowered myself, and using my hand, I guided him inside me. I love the feeling of slowly lowering myself onto dad’s cock, feeling it widening me, opening me, filling my void, but controlling how slowly his cock fills me. When I was fully down, I could feel the pressure deep inside me, my fanny almost pulsing as I tried to flex my muscles and shag him without moving, it never worked, I never stopped trying. I started a gentle rock back and forth, his cock hard and at the wrong angle giving me a really good stretch as I moved forward, filling me again as I rocked back.
I heard mum come upstairs and go int the bathroom, ignoring her, I started to rock a little faster, back and forth, stretch and fill. In this position dad’s cock really rubbed against my internal wrinkle and my electrics started from the inside. The tickle grew and my nipples tingled. I felt a squeeze within my buttocks, and I felt hands on my bottom, dad pushing and pulling as I rocked. I leaned back further, rocked forward lower, not fast, but steady, my fanny stretching wide, my lips rubbing on dad’s cock.
“Sweetheart,” dad gasped and I felt his spurts, coat my inside, lubricate my inners and my climax landed and I squeezed his cock as my orgasm pulsed through me. Not a big one, but big enough. I leaned forward and dad’s cock slipped out. I was just rolling back to my side when mum came in, turned the light off and slipped into bed.
“Goodnight mum,” I said and rolled onto my side to sleep, dad’s wetness seeping slowly out of me.
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