I cling to your dad's cock. Cling quite intently, I might add, milking the shaft and settling in to feel it deep.
It wasn't enough that I found myself trapped in your mom — worse, she was a week out from her scheduled surgery.
There was nothing I could say to change it.
They pumped my lips full — so full I can see them clearly when they're wrapped around one. They made incisions and stuffed these tits to their max. Then, to top it off, they rejuvinated my pussy. They did the works. They outfitted me for the last lap of married life — as a woman. I am your dad's retirement gift. I came back wrapped up, sore for weeks.
I only had a five day taste of small tits. Now I lug these around wherever I go. Lug them for your father. Everyone stares. I push them out. I sunbathe. We just got back from the beach. I admire the tanlines — you should see the bikini's I bought. Seeing your mom in them would make you blush. Oh god, I seriously think I'm losing my mind.
I'm the one who bought this collar.
Who got her bellybutton pierced.
Who initiated tonight.
I needed him. I needed him inside of me. I couldn't explain it if I tried. That's right, honey. You just let me do all the work. I can see you looking at these tits you bought me. My back hurts. I don't mind. It's the least I can do for you. I can feel you close — hard and spreading my lips wider. I don't care if you come. I was made to make you come, and if my pussy doesn't do it these lips you bought are waiting. We have all night.
Your mom looked so sweet before this. Frumpy. Glasses. Like a librarian. I didnt realize when I took off the bandages I would be be coming into my sexual awakening. I eyed my body in wonder — wondering what would happen if I began acting like I looked. I don't know why but suddenly felt like such a whore. Your dad's ring burned on my finger. When he came home I was waiting to go down on him. I licked his come off my pillowy lips. I opened my mouth and let him dribble to my tits.
Oh! There your dad goes.
That's right. Come in your wife's pussy.
He can't help himself.
A warm blast inside.
An unrelenting series of them.
I can't say if I blame him. He outfitted your mother well. I take him deep as thanks. I milk him dry. Each shot's for me.