Deliciously Sick pt. II

admin · 22 Ocak 2023, 21:03

*** "So, is it cool if I come over today?" Frank, her ex-boyfriend, asked as their school bus neared her house. His expression was smug, his intentions very clear. Not that she didn't feel like a good fuck to punctuate her day, it just wasn't Frank's dick she wanted inside of her. She sighed, scooting over to the edge of her seat, preparing to get up and depart (escape, rather).** *"No, Frank, my mom is going to be home all day today," she said, which wasn't exactly false. "And the last thing I need is for her to be on my case for catching you in my room...again."** *The bus screeched to a halt in front of Yolanda's house.** *Surprisingly, Frank just nodded and shrugged. He looked a little disappointed, but Yolanda knew that he'd get over it before the bus pulled off again. He was an ex-boyfriend for a reason. Patting him atop his head like a master leaving a beloved dog, Yolanda shouldered her backpack and stepped off the bus.** *As the bus slowly pulled off, she paused in the driveway, noticing her mother's car. She wasn't supposed to be home for another four or five hours. She cursed to herself, exasperation drawing her brows together and turning the corners of her pretty mouth downward. ** *She istanbul travesti didn't dislike her mother. Not in the least. She just got in the way of Daughter-Daddy time. He'd be home within the next hour or so, and with her mother being home so early it tossed a monkey wrench into their plans. She hadn't felt her daddy's cock in almost three days, and she'd been fiending for him all day long.** *"Damn it..." Yolanda approached the door, trying to tell herself that she and daddy could always have themselves a little late night fun, but remembered having to study for final exams. God, Mom, of all times to come home early...** *Sighing, she entered the ... dark house? Blinds and curtains were drawn shut, and not a single light seemed to be on in the house. Was mom home, after all? She should have felt excited, as this meant that she and daddy could have a little fun before her mother got home. But a tinge of fear plagued her. Fear and confusion.** *"Mom...?" She called out into the darkened house.** *She flipped the switch near front door, turning on the foyer light. And then the living room switch. No one there. Strange. Scary. "Hello? Mom, are you here?"** *Yolanda carefully istanbul travestileri made her way upstairs and searched her parents room, the bathroom, and the closets. Nothing. She shook her head. There was the possibility that mom's car wasn't working, and that she'd gotten a ride to work. Yolanda did leave before everyone else, after all. Still, she turned went around the house turning on every light and opening every curtain to ease her anxiety.** *She hurried back upstairs and into her room, letting her backpack thud onto the floor.** *And then her bedroom door shut.** *She spun around, her expression a mask of terror.** *"Mom...?"** *Her mother had been hiding behind the door, nude, a large electric-blue strap-on the only thing donning her pale, voluptuous frame. Her mother's slender hands were perched on her curvy hips, her lustrous red hair spilling over her freckled shoulders, and a deviant little smile plastered on her pretty face. She walked towards her confused daughter.** *"M-Mom? What are you doing in my room with..." She trailed off, her eyes fixed on her mother's ripe, pendulous breasts that bounced subtly as she walked.** *"With this strap-on?" Her mom said smugly, travesti istanbul stopping but a few inches before Yolanda. The tip of the blue cock prodded Yolanda's navel, causing her to backpedal until she fell backwards on her messy twin-sized bed.** *"This is wr?"** *"Wrong?" Her mother interrupted with a brow raised. "Wrong like how you've been fucking daddy* behind my back?"** *Yolanda's eyes grew wide as dinner plates. Fear pumped into her heart, and her heart worked itself into a frenzy, pounding against her ribcage. Just how long had she known about her and daddy? Why didn't she say anything before? And why was she so fucking aroused looking at her mother's naked body...? She'd never been attracted to another female in her life!** *"You won't be needing these, honey." Her mother casually reached for the front of her jeans and undid them, and Yolanda let her with no protest. She only looked up at her gorgeous mother, still as stone, her pussy throbbing with lustful heat. Where the hell was this coming from? she thought. She'd seen her mother in the buff plenty of times, but it'd never aroused her until now.** *Granted she had a glorious blue cock attatched to her now.** *Before Yolanda knew it, her jeans and underwear had been removed and tossed elsewhere, revealing her cunt, glistening with juices, to her grinning mother.** *"Now," her mother began, "do you want to explain why you were fucking daddy behind my back?"** *"Um..." Yolanda wasn't sure what to say.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.930	Deliciously Sick pt. II `Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32` * "So, is it cool if I come over today?" Frank, her ex-boyfriend, asked as their school bus neared her house. His expression was smug, his intentions very clear. Not that she didn't feel like a good fuck to punctuate her day, it just wasn't Frank's dick she wanted inside of her. She sighed, scooting over to the edge of her seat, preparing to get up and depart (escape, rather). "No, Frank, my mom is going to be home all day today," she said, which wasn't exactly false. "And the last thing I need is for her to be on my case for catching you in my room...again."* The bus screeched to a halt in front of Yolanda's house.* Surprisingly, Frank just nodded and shrugged. He looked a little disappointed, but Yolanda knew that he'd get over it before the bus pulled off again. He was an ex-boyfriend for a reason. Patting him atop his head like a master leaving a beloved dog, Yolanda shouldered her backpack and stepped off the bus.* As the bus slowly pulled off, she paused in the driveway, noticing her mother's car. She wasn't supposed to be home for another four or five hours. She cursed to herself, exasperation drawing her brows together and turning the corners of her pretty mouth downward. * She istanbul travesti didn't dislike her mother. Not in the least. She just got in the way of Daughter-Daddy time. He'd be home within the next hour or so, and with her mother being home so early it tossed a monkey wrench into their plans. She hadn't felt her daddy's cock in almost three days, and she'd been fiending for him all day long.* "Damn it..." Yolanda approached the door, trying to tell herself that she and daddy could always have themselves a little late night fun, but remembered having to study for final exams. God, Mom, of all times to come home early...* Sighing, she entered the ... dark house? Blinds and curtains were drawn shut, and not a single light seemed to be on in the house. Was mom home, after all? She should have felt excited, as this meant that she and daddy could have a little fun before her mother got home. But a tinge of fear plagued her. Fear and confusion.* "Mom...?" She called out into the darkened house.* She flipped the switch near front door, turning on the foyer light. And then the living room switch. No one there. Strange. Scary. "Hello? Mom, are you here?"* Yolanda carefully istanbul travestileri made her way upstairs and searched her parents room, the bathroom, and the closets. Nothing. She shook her head. There was the possibility that mom's car wasn't working, and that she'd gotten a ride to work. Yolanda did leave before everyone else, after all. Still, she turned went around the house turning on every light and opening every curtain to ease her anxiety.* She hurried back upstairs and into her room, letting her backpack thud onto the floor.* And then her bedroom door shut.* She spun around, her expression a mask of terror.* "Mom...?"* Her mother had been hiding behind the door, nude, a large electric-blue strap-on the only thing donning her pale, voluptuous frame. Her mother's slender hands were perched on her curvy hips, her lustrous red hair spilling over her freckled shoulders, and a deviant little smile plastered on her pretty face. She walked towards her confused daughter.* "M-Mom? What are you doing in my room with..." She trailed off, her eyes fixed on her mother's ripe, pendulous breasts that bounced subtly as she walked.* "With this strap-on?" Her mom said smugly, travesti istanbul stopping but a few inches before Yolanda. The tip of the blue cock prodded Yolanda's navel, causing her to backpedal until she fell backwards on her messy twin-sized bed.* "This is wr?"* "Wrong?" Her mother interrupted with a brow raised. "Wrong like how you've been fucking daddy behind my back?"** Yolanda's eyes grew wide as dinner plates. Fear pumped into her heart, and her heart worked itself into a frenzy, pounding against her ribcage. Just how long had she known about her and daddy? Why didn't she say anything before? And why was she so fucking aroused looking at her mother's naked body...? She'd never been attracted to another female in her life!* "You won't be needing these, honey." Her mother casually reached for the front of her jeans and undid them, and Yolanda let her with no protest. She only looked up at her gorgeous mother, still as stone, her pussy throbbing with lustful heat. Where the hell was this coming from? she thought. She'd seen her mother in the buff plenty of times, but it'd never aroused her until now.* Granted she had a glorious blue cock attatched to her now.* Before Yolanda knew it, her jeans and underwear had been removed and tossed elsewhere, revealing her cunt, glistening with juices, to her grinning mother.* "Now," her mother began, "do you want to explain why you were fucking daddy behind my back?"* *"Um..." Yolanda wasn't sure what to say.