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The scene was posed, staged to make Donna drop laundry. Had she not been somewhat prepared, laundry would have gone flying. A week earlier, laundry would have been everywhere and Donna would have had a turd in her knickers. Donna clutched laundry and found support by leaning on the door frame. Her weak knees needed support. Stan, her father-in-law, just grinned, then returned his attention to the blow job he was getting, knowing Donna was stuck on the door frame. Donna hated being stuck, but stuck she was, pinned like a bug with big bug eyes, staring at a debauch. All resolve to do one of the many responsible things she had resolved to do when the sexual activity finally surfaced dissolved into mesmerized immobility in the face of the first instance of surfaced, in-the-open, plain-as-day, sexual activity. There she stood, struck dumb, speechless, powerless, stuck like a bug. Her immobility put a wry victory smile on Stan's face. His gamble paid off, the prep time sufficient, the execution, flawless. Donna never imagined the first scene would be this shocking, this crude, this vulgar, this up-close and personal. A hand up a little girl's dress, she was prepared for. Nothing could prepare a mother for the scene Donna bore witness to. Her lovely naked daughter lying face-down over her grandfather's lap, lengthwise, with her loins over his knees and her head over his loins, bare butt to the door with her little legs parted wide dangling off his legs, her little head bobbing over his lap with a mouthful of cock. Donna stared into a little beaver being manipulated by manly adult fingers, probing both holes or parting both lips, pulling apart both cheeks, showing both nasty holes of her only child. Angie was gorgeous down there - her hairless, coral-pink, puffy-lipped, slimy-slick quim was enough to freeze a good mom in her sensible shoes and wet her K-Mart cotton panties that she bought on sale at six for three dollars. He knew her horny-housewife pussy was slimeing the crotch of her brand new fifty-cent panties, rendering her irresponsible in the face of a provocation that demanded immediate, firm, and decisive action. Damn that sexy, seductive, senior citizen - that dirty-old-man with that magnificent hard cock that her little girl could only manage to get the head inside her sucking mouth! Damn her stupid husband for inviting that seasoned cock into a home with two very vulnerable cunts! And damn that little slut, that shameless little cock-sucker, that adorable little whore. Donna mentally cursed herself for all the good opportunities she let slip by, opportunities brought on by actions so bold, so inappropriate, so crude and offensive, or obvious as to intent, each one demanding that a responsible mother set the man straight, lay down the law, and exercise her rights as the mother and co-owner of the home the offender treated as his own whenever Doug was away, and Doug had currently away for a full week with another week before he was due to return. Stan arrived the day Doug left, but his stay had no set length. Donna recognized the seduction from the first day, but said nothing. Each day grew worse and each day Angie slipped deeper under his seductive influence, eating up his inappropriate attention like a starved refuge; sucking up sexual compliments like a nympho cheerleader; giving and receiving kisses like a spinster at the county kissing booth; clinging to him like iron filings to a magnet though the magnet liked to lounge around in his BVDs with the iron in panties because those were the minimum required apparel for iron, a long standing rule otherwise Angie would remain nude under a roof. With school now out for the summer and Grandpa staying over, Angie remained under the roof unless Stan went outside, which he rarely did with a young girl with budding titties wearing only panties inside. For the past six months, the minimum should have been bra and panties. Wearing only panties she looked like a child molester's wet dream. When Grandpa arrived, the minimum should have been raised to bra, panties, and PJs with slippers. Not only did Donna not adjust the old minimum standard, she rarely said anything when Angie violated that liberal law. Donna watched the result of her non-intervention policy with the knowledge that her non-action in the face of a determined seduction of an innocent minor with a strong craving for physical intimacy and an abnormal interest in anything sexual was as good as giving a child molester a green light and handing him a willing victim. She might just as well have stripped Angie and laid her over his lap then guided his cock to her lips and his hands to her crotch. That provocative thought made Donna's cheap panties even wetter, her neglected vagina even fuller, her clit throb even harder, and she had to question her true motives in the face of the result. Stan seemed to know the truth days ago, a truth Donna was just growing to accept. Donna wanted to press a hand between her legs and rub hard but Stan was watching, looking for signs of arousal, more green lights. Her gawking, silent, non-action was green light enough. Her wide-eyed blushing stare was sign enough. He didn't need to see her rub off to it or see how wet her panties were. That would be a green light to fuck the kid, and she couldn't give him that green light under any circumstances. Donna was certain Angie still had two of her three cherries and was just as sure that this was her cherry blow job. He was teaching her, being very graphic. Angie was an eager student. Donna watched and learned along with Angie. Donna knew how to give good blow jobs, but she didn't know how Stan liked them - suck hard on the head, hold balls with one hand, jack the shaft with the other, be prepared to swallow everything that comes out. Donna had never swallowed semen. The very idea made her queasy. She avoided getting semen in her mouth and would spit if any snuck by. Her blow jobs were great right up to the climax when they became great hand jobs. Angie didn't seem to have that aversion and appeared eager to get her gooey reward. Donna stood in awe of her little cock-sucker. She made sucking a cock look enjoyable, yummy, the most pleasurable thing a female can do with her mouth. She had Donna wondering what his cum tasted like, what it would feel like going down, what a bellyful would be like. Donna thought she could learn to swallow if swallowing his load was that important to him. As she absorbed this exciting suck job, Donna resolved to permit blow jobs and offer her oral services as well. The damage was done and Stan needed to be serviced otherwise he would respect no lines, leave no holes unmolested. They'd have to talk, now. They'd have to arrive at an agreement. Comprises had to be made, even if those compromises meant openly allowing the oral molestation of her only child, even if it meant stripping Angie and placing the molester's cock to her mouth, even doing the jacking or ball massaging, wiping cum from Angie's chin and inserting the messy finger in her daughter's mouth so she could get it all, though by the looks of things, Angie wouldn't lose any. The girl was a remarkable cock-sucker, but Donna could do better because she could deep throat - well, she could deep throat a seven-inch penis. She assumed three more inches, once past the back of the throat, would make no difference. Then again, he was much thicker and she still hadn't seen the head. A large head might trigger the gag reflex she'd overcome with great effort. Judging by the way Angie's cheeks were bulged out, it was big. That got Donna thinking about her father-in-law's cock. A large head on a large cock was a combination her pussy had an appreciation for, a fantasy cock. Her pussy had never been properly stretched. She was a good and faithful wife and only tried sex with three other cocks prior to meeting Doug. All were smaller than Doug. Now that her pussy was thirty-years-old, it needed a good stretching. Donna thought about the upcoming negotiations and realized that she had three holes to put on the table. One, her anal hole, was still cherry. A good mother should do whatever is required to spare her daughter the loss of two thirds of her cherries. Donna needed a damn good reason to engage in anal sex, and that was a damn good reason. That was not, however, a damn good cock for the job. Angie sucked on a poop-packer of painful proportions. Donna resolved to place her anal cherry on the table as a last resort. Angie had to be spared that experience at all costs. Doug would be upset if he knew that his wife was screwing and sucking off his father, but he'd be furious if he found out that his daddy got his wife's butt cherry, too. Donna almost broke a smile at the thought. It would serve him right. He should know what his stupidity cost, the total cost. Donna further resolved that if her butt got reamed, she'd make damn sure Doug knew. Her thoughts evaporated as the climax seemed impending. She watched and listened closely: Stan said, "Okay, baby, pump faster and suck harder. When the sperm squirts out, suck and swallow. Keep sucking and swallowing. Keep pumping, but pump slower, longer, milk my cock. Get every sperm cell out of my dick and into your mouth. Swallow every drop, then lick my cock and balls. That's it, suck that dick, baby! Donna watched Angie's throat muscles gulp after each spasm. She devoured sperm without the slightest hesitation - a true cum sucker, a natural cock sucker. A cum glutton is what she was. Donna watched her little cum glutton nurse on the spent dick, then finally saw the head when her mouth came off to start the licking. The head was, indeed, big, as big as a baby's fist. How Angie got her mouth over that large object was a mystery. Donna's asshole winced at the image of that penile wedge prying through a virgin sphincter accustomed to thirty years of one-way traffic. Doug would know if Donna had to have Angie video tape the sacrifice in color. Dirty old man porn video

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  1. Donna wanted to press a hand between her legs and rub hard but Stan was watching, looking for signs of arousal, more green lights. She thought about all the embarrassing scenes, about all the times Max got his head up under a dress: She smiled at a frequent thought she had never allowed to linger, then smiled at the notion that her mother was that hard up and probably had.

  2. Donna watched her little cum glutton nurse on the spent dick, then finally saw the head when her mouth came off to start the licking.

  3. She rummaged through her wardrobe looking for something clingy and short. We're not her parents; we're her sex slaves. While being dragged away, Donna stared back at Angie with unbelieving eyes.

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