"I love you, darling!" She flexed her pussy muscles around his gushing prick and showered his face with kisses. "You fucked my pussy so good! I love my son's great big beautiful cock!"
But Phil's face was now a mask of fear, and he was staring intently at something behind her. Karen turned her head to see what it was. Then all the breath seemed to rush out of her lungs as she saw the shocked, enraged face of Phil's father, her husband Henry.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a gigantic cock, much longer and thicker than average, capped by a huge bloated prick-knob. The big prick was painfully stiff and throbbed hotly as he held his cock in his fist. Furiously he pumped his prick, moaning softly as his hand massaged the aching stiffness, nursing up the load of cum.
The bathroom door was only ajar a half inch or so, but that was enough. Sally stood secretly before the opening, watching with wide eyes as her father beat his meat over the toilet.
The sight was completely unexpected. She'd come upstairs after watching TV to do her homework, and had paused when she'd seen something moving about on her way to her room. Her father, standing over the toilet as if about to take a leak. But his prick was huge and as hard as stone, and he was grimacing as he rubbed his cock fiercely, preparing to spray his cum into the bowl.
Sally watched for a minute longer. Then, afraid that her uncle or brothers might catch her, she turned from the sight and walked quickly to her room. Kicking the door shut behind her, she stripped off all her clothes and paused to admire her voluptuous nakedness in the mirror.
Then she jumped on her bed, put a pillow between her legs and lay on her belly. Soon her ass began to move in a fucking rhythm. Shamelessly Sally dry-humped the pillow, rubbing her wet pussy on it as she fantasized about her father's huge prick.