erection. Slick and red, she saw enough to figure him well-endowed, wide and long. Her pussy pulsed suddenly between her thigh, a thick, hard throb, enough to make her stomach flip flop and her sex wet. Fiona wet her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. She was both disgusted and aroused by the display, two emotions she couldn’t quite reconcile.
Then her mother turned her head. Fiona’s heart leapt to her throat and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. Her mother looked right at her! She saw the recognition in the woman’s eyes, but she didn’t overtly react. In fact, she didn’t even flinch. All Fiona could read in her mother’s blank expression was, perhaps, a hint of resentment in the tight line of her mouth, the glare of her eyes.
Could her mother possibly resent having to have sex with Bryan? But why? The man was a god among men—body and heart, actually. While both commanding and authoritative, she’d never seen him be anything but soft-spoken, patient and laid back. Smart and down to earth, he let his emotions show, unlike most of the lunkheads he trained. Her mother, if she hadn’t been so self-absorbed and judgmental, might have seen all of that, how lucky she really was to find herself such a catch.
Fiona’s breath caught as her stepfather stopped. She saw the way his knuckles grew white where he now gripped her mother’s hips, his arm muscles bulging and tense. Her shirt had unfortunately draped over his half in, half out cock.
“This just isn’t working.” Her stepfather grunted and withdrew. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
His words would have been accusatory from any other man, but he said them without a hint of malice. There was, instead, an overall sadness in his voice.
“Maybe you’ll finally learn not to interrupt Mommy while she’s working. Why don’t you let Mommy take care of that hard cock for you so then you can leave Mommy alone,” her mother simpered, both coy and cool as she bent to pull up her panties.
In a ladylike squat, knees together, her mother wiggled her panties up her legs and turned gracefully to put her husband’s cock in her mouth. Fiona was utterly transfixed on Bryan’s erection as it bobbed in the air, hard, long, and damp. The perfectly formed head made her mouth water and she ached to suck on him as well.
If it had been Fiona doing the sucking, there would have been no holding back. She would have gone to town on that length of pipe like she was trying to suck him dry. But Fiona’s mother wasn’t interested in getting sloppily throat-fucked. Aileen Muir placed her hands flat on Bryan’s thighs, fingers splayed, almost pushing him away, as if she didn’t want to have to touch him at all. Her position, the look on her face, everything, told Fiona that the woman was attempting to dominate him. Even the Mommy thing—Fiona was sure it had been meant to demean him.
What the hell? Fiona thought, her hand rising absent-mindedly to her lips.
She wanted so desperately to feel his hard cock pushing into her mouth, into her pussy, as she grew wetter, her pussy swelling and throbbing. She swallowed hard as her stepfather calmly, and with great restraint, slowly pushed her mother off his dick.
“Not tonight. I’m not in the mood for your games. I’d rather take care of it myself, thanks anyway,” Bryan said softly before he turned and walked out of Fiona’s sight.
Her mother turned directly to her, wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand, and then gave her daughter a sly smile. After adjusting her skirt, her mother sat down to get back to work. Fiona’s stomach sank and she grew nauseous after seeing a man as great as her stepfather treated like that. By his own wife! Fiona’s mother. Aileen Muir didn’t deserve a man like that, Fiona thought, her hand clenching the book in her fist. She wanted to throw it at her mother’s head.
The woman was a snobby bitch, always had been and always would be. Fiona had long given up even trying to obtain
Then her mother turned her head. Fiona’s heart leapt to her throat and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. Her mother looked right at her! She saw the recognition in the woman’s eyes, but she didn’t overtly react. In fact, she didn’t even flinch. All Fiona could read in her mother’s blank expression was, perhaps, a hint of resentment in the tight line of her mouth, the glare of her eyes.
Could her mother possibly resent having to have sex with Bryan? But why? The man was a god among men—body and heart, actually. While both commanding and authoritative, she’d never seen him be anything but soft-spoken, patient and laid back. Smart and down to earth, he let his emotions show, unlike most of the lunkheads he trained. Her mother, if she hadn’t been so self-absorbed and judgmental, might have seen all of that, how lucky she really was to find herself such a catch.
Fiona’s breath caught as her stepfather stopped. She saw the way his knuckles grew white where he now gripped her mother’s hips, his arm muscles bulging and tense. Her shirt had unfortunately draped over his half in, half out cock.
“This just isn’t working.” Her stepfather grunted and withdrew. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
His words would have been accusatory from any other man, but he said them without a hint of malice. There was, instead, an overall sadness in his voice.
“Maybe you’ll finally learn not to interrupt Mommy while she’s working. Why don’t you let Mommy take care of that hard cock for you so then you can leave Mommy alone,” her mother simpered, both coy and cool as she bent to pull up her panties.
In a ladylike squat, knees together, her mother wiggled her panties up her legs and turned gracefully to put her husband’s cock in her mouth. Fiona was utterly transfixed on Bryan’s erection as it bobbed in the air, hard, long, and damp. The perfectly formed head made her mouth water and she ached to suck on him as well.
If it had been Fiona doing the sucking, there would have been no holding back. She would have gone to town on that length of pipe like she was trying to suck him dry. But Fiona’s mother wasn’t interested in getting sloppily throat-fucked. Aileen Muir placed her hands flat on Bryan’s thighs, fingers splayed, almost pushing him away, as if she didn’t want to have to touch him at all. Her position, the look on her face, everything, told Fiona that the woman was attempting to dominate him. Even the Mommy thing—Fiona was sure it had been meant to demean him.
What the hell? Fiona thought, her hand rising absent-mindedly to her lips.
She wanted so desperately to feel his hard cock pushing into her mouth, into her pussy, as she grew wetter, her pussy swelling and throbbing. She swallowed hard as her stepfather calmly, and with great restraint, slowly pushed her mother off his dick.
“Not tonight. I’m not in the mood for your games. I’d rather take care of it myself, thanks anyway,” Bryan said softly before he turned and walked out of Fiona’s sight.
Her mother turned directly to her, wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand, and then gave her daughter a sly smile. After adjusting her skirt, her mother sat down to get back to work. Fiona’s stomach sank and she grew nauseous after seeing a man as great as her stepfather treated like that. By his own wife! Fiona’s mother. Aileen Muir didn’t deserve a man like that, Fiona thought, her hand clenching the book in her fist. She wanted to throw it at her mother’s head.
The woman was a snobby bitch, always had been and always would be. Fiona had long given up even trying to obtain
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