4 comments/ 82656 views/ 25 favorites Daddy's Diary By: Clare_Ca Daddy has a black silk hood and a cane in his bedroom closet. He always threatens to use them for punishment of me when I'm naughty, just like his mommy did with him. "But I know my daddy." She giggled in her mind. "Why, he wouldn't harm not a single solitary hair on my sweet innocent little head." smiled Mandy to herself. It was late afternoon, and Mandy was laying on her bed dreaming, her long slender fingers up the leg of her shorts, gently rolling the semi-erect head of her clitoris, slowly, between her thumb and index finger: Caressing the sticky tips of her outer vulva lips, and running her pointed, finely manicured nails through her delicate, sensitive, steamy inner labial wings, sending shivers up her spin; raising the hairs on the back of her neck, mushrooming her dark-red nipples turgidly off of the surface of her firm young breasts: Fetching her fingers up periodically, to her nose, breathing her own scent deep into her lungs, intoxicating her senses, titillating her sexuality; tantalizing her inner burning desire, with the promise of naughtiness, and vulgar fulfillment. Mandy lay there quiet, lazily painting her lips with her pungent creamy fluid, coaxed out from between her legs by nimble probing fingers. The savory sweet pang of her sex-balm illuminating her taste buds. The smack of saline-tinged cream, leached from sticky fingers, heightening her arousal. Her palate basking in the sweet, peppery, honey-cinnamon musk, tinged with subtle aftertastes of citrus, and dried urine, mixed in with a hint of lightly broiled tuna steak. As she threaded her fingers through her parted lips, the tip of her tongue rooting insistently under her nails for a greater concentrate, she had the feeling of being loved -- mostly by herself. Mandy stretched out leisurely on her back, drinking her own particular essence, daydreaming of men ravaging her body; inserting their things into every one of her holes; picturing unthinkable carnal acts being committed against her pristine, angelic, naïve form, and she, forced to pretend to be a willing, and eager, accomplice -- forced to act as if she liked it -- when she knew all along she fucking loved it! Finally, rolling over onto her side, curling up into the fetal position, one hand up her blouse, under her bra, rubbing and pinching her aching rigid nipples, the other hand inside her shorts, flicking her stiff little clitoris wildly, her back arched, her neck bent backward; mouth open wide, lower jaw protruding, tongue cupped and curled back into her throat; her little body shaking and quivering involuntarily, as wave upon wave of powerful orgasm cascades throughout her body--Zoom! zoom...zoom, ZOOM...ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM...zoom, zoom...zoom...ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM...OMG!...OMG!...OMFFFG!...zoom, zoom...zoom, zoom, zoom...ZOOM, ZOOM!--ZOOMzoomZOOMZOOMZOOMZOOMzoom -- she came -- zoomZOOMzoomZOOMzoomZOOOM! OMG! OMFFFG! "Mommy, I'm afraid...!" she blurted. ZOOMA--ZOOMA--ZOOOMA--ZOOOMA--ZOOOMA--ZOOOOOOMA! ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOOOOOOM! Zoom, zoom...zoom, zoom- ZOOM-ZOOM!...zoom, zoom, zoom.... She came again screaming, and squirting into her panties and shorts. Her mother knocked on the door, and asked if she was okay. Mandy gulped down a larger breath and answered in a shaky voice, "Yes, mom, I'm fine..." Her mother popped her head around the door. The air in the room was thick of Mandy's scent. Her mother picked the fragrance up immediately. She looked at Mandy's crotch. It was wet and stained a light yellow color. "Mind you change your shorts and panties before coming down for dinner. I don't want your daddy to see what you have been doing." said Mandy's mom. "I haven't been doing anything mom." lied Mandy. "Okay young lady, just wash up before dinner, that's all." reproached her mom. Mandy complained, "Mommy, I am 18 you know, I do know what needs to be done. I am not a child any more. I just wish you and daddy would realize that. You will have to sooner or later..." she warned. Her mom closed the door, and Mandy cuddled up on the bed sucking her coated fingers. "My daddy loves me!", she reassured herself. Throwing her head to one side on the pillow, "...and I think I love him too, well -- at least as much as anything else that I love, I guess." she compromised. Mandy slipped her fingers back up the leg of her shorts, going for more of the tasty stuff again. She stopped rolling her clitoris for a moment to think. "I love my -- computer?" she pretended. "...and I love my friend Sarah too.", she sighed inwardly - emphatically, "...especially as she does me with her sister's strap-on when I stay over at her house for slumber nights." Mandy shivered, and crossed her legs unconsciously, and giggled out loud. Her clitoris got very hard again, and she gasped and squirmed around on the surface of the bed like a large python slithering silently through the damp undergrowth of a dark slimy jungle forest: She kicked off her damp shorts and wet panties, and rolled over onto her back, her legs unceremoniously opened up wide, and folded up almost behind her shoulders. Mandy didn't care what she looked like, as long as she could get at her vulva, and clitoris, that's all she was concerned with. She took her clitoris's engorged quivering head between the soft pads of her fingers, and thrust her pelvis forward. Her girl-cock slid out from her prepuce's nun's headdress as she pushed the wet labial folds out of the way, exposing the full extent of her tiny little girl-penis; sticking it out proud and vibrant, a full three quarters of an inch: Mandy gently took hold of its little rigid shaft, just beneath the comparatively huge arrow-shaped clitoral-head, and wanked at it -- just the way the boys do. Mandy was making more noise than she was aware of, and her bed was shaking and creaking as she pumped her young, but sizable buttocks into the mattress, instinctively fucking the air with her open dripping cunt. She wanked at her clitoral girl-cock feverishly, and could feel herself building into another orgasm She fumbled around frantically in her bedside dresser drawer for her favorite hairbrush -- the one with the long, thick, knobble handle. She found it and pushed the handle into her mouth to wet it, then centered directly over her oozing love-tunnel. Mandy got a little orgasmic wave as she felt the handle of the hairbrush touch her inner labial lips. It was like a small electric shock, and it threw her head back. She gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head -- her eyelids fluttering erratically. She let out a sharp yelp! Mandy's mother was walking past her bedroom door, and heard the bed creaking and the loud, sharp yelp. She stopped and turned back toward Mandy's bedroom. She stopped at the bedroom door, her hand on the door-knob, she tapped lightly on the door. There was no answer. She knocked again and called through the door. "Mandy, are you in there...?" There was no reply. Mandy was in a world of her own, and didn't, or refused to be distracted from her impending second orgasm, She recovered from the initial orgasmic wave, but now she had the taste for it, and brought her head forward, just long enough to see her hand bury the handle deep into her vaginal tunel, twisting it as it went in -- all the way up to the hilt -- all the way up her open cunt, until the bristles stung her vulva's lips. Another hot, potent orgasmic wave rocked her body, and flung her head back to one side onto her shoulder. She was wanking her girl-cock clitoris wildly, and pumping the hairbrush handle in and out of her foaming cunt-hole. She let out a long, low, loud, rasping moaning growl, and as she took orgasmic wave after orgasmic wave, she squirted jets of hot urine clear across the room each and every time she pumped the handle into her. It was her way of simulating the male ejaculation when she came. Mandy's mother turned the handle, opened the door, and entered the bedroom. Mandy didn't hear or see her mother standing there, her hand over her mouth in utter shock, shaking, as her clitoris grew stiff between her legs, and her nipples shot out of her tits so fast the she actually had to bend over at the hip and adjust her bra to accommodate the swelling. She gasped as her fingers brushed over her nipples, and she came to orgasm right there in the room. Mandy's mom slipped her hand up her skirt, into her panties and dropped to her knees, flicking her pert clitoris madly. She rolled over onto her back, her legs automatically raised up high and back over her head, she came violently, also squirting and pissing everywhere, up into the air so hard that the jets of piss hit the ceiling, and sprayed everywhere. Mandy's mom's orgasm was very powerful, but short, and she was finished quickly. Mandy was just halfway through hers, wanking and pumping and squirting and screaming and moaning continuously. She was totally oblivious to her mom's presence, her head thrashing around on her shoulders, eyes rolled back in her head and eyelids fluttering like dying butterflies. Mandy's mom saw tow ways out for herself: She could run out of the room and hope Mandy hadn't seen her, or she could go on the attack! She decided that it was safer for her to take the offensive. Banking on the thought that if Mandy had seen her -- even unconsciously -- then a massive shock, and the ensuing guilt and shame, of a frontal attack of the situation would ensure that Mandy's recall-memory would be sufficiently, if not permanently repressed. Mandy's mom, straightened herself up, as much as she could, her clothes soaked with her piss but, nevertheless; she approached Mandy, caught her by the ankle, pulled her up, almost off the bed, and screamed, "MANDY..! You little whore...! You fucking little BITCH...!" And slapped her severely on the buttocks! Mandy was instantly shocked back into reality, and said, in an innocent, surprised voice, "Oh! Mommy, what are you doing here...?" Mandy let go of the hairbrush, that was buried deep in her pussy hole. Her mommy said in a harsh tone of voice, "You naughty little strumpet...!" And proceeded to beat the living daylights out of Mandy's bare buttocks. The shock, contracted Mandy's tummy muscles, which shot the hairbrush out of her dripping cunt-hole, across the bedroom with so much force, that it splintered the dressing table mirror. Mandy couldn't stop coming, or squirting, and the more her mommy beat her buns, the harder she came, and the more she pissed. Ultimately, Mandy's mom realized that the harder she beat her daughter's ass, the longer her orgasm, and the wetter they were both getting! She dropped Mandy onto the bed, and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. After her second orgasm, Mandy lay there twisted on her back, on the bed of he bedroom, sucking her fingers, absorbing the warm afterglow and residual orgasmic waves, rumbling through her body, feeling the heat from her roasting buns: Feeling the hot thick creamy discharge slowly flowing out of her vaginal hole, and running down between the close-valley of her buttocks; bathing her tight little dirt-hole, in its custardy caress. In the gentle shadows of an evening sun, dancing rays intruding upon her room; play with motes of dust, dancing like angels for her in the light of her ever-forgiving God. Yes, God will forgive her, and so will mommy -- eventually -- especially when she had seen her mother rubbing herself off rolling over the floor of her bedroom, and pissing everywhere. What! did she think I was totally oblivious...? "Yes!" she thought, "I'll get her later, but I do love my daddy, no matter what, and I know he loves me too." Mandy squirmed, and laughed at the very prospect of it all. "Why, I love him more than my computer, and almost as much as Sarah when she does me on sleep-over nights." she fell quiet for a moment, contemplating the repercussions of what she just said to herself!" "...And Daddy loves me more than anything else in the world." she thought without a doubt in her soul. "...Why, daddy loves me even more than mommy!" she said out loud under her breath-triumphantly. "I made him say it to me, and I know he means it -- especially since that day last summer, when I caught him -- doing it to himself -- in the bathroom...!" she though to herself, as a tear rolled out of the corner of her eye, and threaded its way down her cheek, and dropped into her ear. "Yes. Daddy loves me alright, whether he wants to, or not! - right now. Huh! And mommy can't do a thing about it...!" she laughed and sobbed and rolled over into her pillow and cried and cried until she fell fast asleep. For a while, I was afraid of daddy's cane and hood. It was all he took from his mamma's house after she passed-on during a difficult birth some 18 years ago: The same year I was born. I never knew my real mom. Daddy said that we met only at my birth, but, of course, I can't remember; I was just a little baby. After his mommy died, daddy didn't want anything else from her house - just the hood and the cane. Daddy told me I look just like my mommy, and I look exactly like grandmamma too! There are no pictures of my real mother, only of grandmamma and daddy. I have grand mamma's hair and eyes daddy says. I wish I had a picture of my mother though. Daddy said she was very beautiful. Daddy is the disciplinarian in our home. He is such a softy he can't even swat a fly. If I am naughty and he finds out, he doesn't know what to do then. Daddy is the one who must punish me when I'm bad. He has a silk hood and a cane in his closet. He took them from his mommy's home after she died. That's all he asked for. That's all he wanted. That's all he got. Daddy always pretends that he is going to get the hood and cane out of the closet when I'm naughty. I pretend to be afraid, and run off into my room. I lock the door, and listen to music, and rub myself. I can stay in my room for days, only coming out for food and to use the bathroom, or until he buys me something that I want. Then we are okay together again, and I love him, and kiss him, and flirt with him--and I wear my panties an extra day or two and leave them hanging about on the bathroom door-knob, or on top of the laundry basket, turned inside-out for him. I know he likes to smell them, so I rub the gusset into my pussy for him for three days, and squirt and I don't wipe. I love my daddy, and he needs to have some sort of a release -- besides what he gets from my step mom, that is. I caught daddy rubbing his thingy and sniffing my panties once. He must have forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and I didn't knock. We have a very large old bathroom, and the toilet is off to the side, and some 12 feet away from the door. He was rubbing his thingy furiously as I walked in on him. He had my panties over his head with the middle of my stained gusset over his nose and lips. He was sniffing deeply, panting, and licking my gusset with his tongue. He has a huge thingy! He had his thumb and index finger of his left hand wrapped tight around the base of his thick hard rod, and he had pulled his balls through between his index and the middle finger, squeezing tight again, pinching his sack hard, and pushing his balls up and out; they looked swollen, and they had turned a deep red color, almost purple. They were shaking around wildly as he did it to himself, sitting there on the pan, with his pants and shorts down around his ankles. He was putting his right hand under my panties that he had over his head, and spitting into his palm, then rubbing the huge purple shinny head of his cock , alternating between short fast rubbings and long full-length ones, then back again to spit in his palm. He was sitting there, his pants and jockeys down around his ankles, leaning back against the toilet cistern, His ass slightly forward on the seat, his tummy muscles rippling like an ocean's waves, and he was thrusting his pelvis up and down as if he was fucking the air, or the palm of his hand. His head was thrown back at the neck to where his entire face was pointing directly up at the ceiling, and slightly behind too. He was making a terrible racket, groaning and moaning, and puffing and panting, and muttering things like, "Oh! Yes, baby fuck me good...", and "Yes, baby, rub your stinking cunt into daddy's face baby, Ahhh! Yesssss, baby just like that.", and, "Come to sugar-daddy baby, let daddy lick your pooh-pooh hole clean for you honey, oh! Yesssss, just like that baby...Oh--hhh Ahhhh, yes, yes...Yesssss! Baby!" Daddy must have a good imagination I thought to get all of that going sitting on a cold toilet seat sniffing and licking my panties? I walked in further, and stood directly in front of him, arms akimbo, tapping my foot on the ground, my head cocked to one side. OoOoOoOW! I was furious! I needed to go pottie, and he was going to make me late! Sarah, my friend, and I were going to the mall, and I was supposed to be at her house already. "OMFG! What is taking him so long...!" I thought. Daddy was puffing wildly under my panties, and they were inflating and deflating like an anesthesiologist's oxygen balloon, and his tongue was flashing around licking the goo from my gusset like a landed eel. His balls had turned a dark magenta-purple by now, and a huge blue vein meandered and throbbed the length of his shaft all the way to the bursting shiny hot helmet. Hell, I am so, so, glad I was born a girl. Geesh! All of this trouble, fuss and halabaloolia, just to blow a nut...! I would have been working on my sixth or seventh orgasm, and been halfway through a box of soft creams, rubbing my nipples in the afterglow watching Ophra by now! He began mumbling incessantly again - something about fingers and asses? "Fuck me, Oh! Yes baby come to daddy and do it to him, Oh yessss, baby stick your finger into daddy's ass hole, Oh yesss, honey, just like that...!" he ranted. I was mad, and I couldn't wait any longer. "Excuse me daddy, but are you going to be much longer...?" I asked, in my sweetest , but demanding voice. Daddy froze, and there was the most awkward silence. "It's not fair", I whined, "I have to meet Sarah, we are going to the mall this afternoon, shopping, and well, daddy, I'm dreadfully late as it is, and if I don't go pottie soon I am going to do it in my panties, Oh! Please daddy I need to go...!" I said in a pleading tone, dancing on the spot with my legs crossed. Daddy was silent, and rigid...and he had stopped breathing altogether I think? "Oh! Daddy stop playing around . It's not funny daddy, I have waited all week for this, I just have to have that dress I saw last week at Macys. I'm going to wear it to the Prom daddy, yes, THE PROM! And if I don't get it then I'm not going, and it will be all your fault daddy. Yes, and I'll tell everyone that you made me miss the Prom daddy, or I might just run away because you are being so, so, mean right now daddy...!" Silence! "Right daddy, now you've done it, OoOoOW! I'm so, so mad now...!" she said stomping her foot on the ground. Mandy decided to take things into her own hands. She pulled her panties over her vulva and tucked the gusset in the side of her groin. She opened her legs wide, took two fingers and pushed them deep inside herself, then rubbed them through her labial lips to get the best smell. When they were wet, and stinky, she bent over and thrust them deep into her pooh-pooh hole. She pulled her fingers out of her ring, and sniffed them, she jumped back with a start! Wow! They were really, really, stinky! She knelt down between her daddy's open legs, and slapped his hands hard. He let go of his rigid shaft and blue balls; both arms fell down limp at the sides of the toilet. Mandy took her stinky fingers and pushed them under the panties that covered daddy's head. She rubbed them in his nose, then pushed them deep into his mouth. Daddy's Diary "Here, daddy, why not have some of the fresh stuff." she said vindictively. Mandy opened her mouth as wide as she could, and took daddy's thick rigid shaft into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She worked the stiff hot rod like a middle aged Vegas whore doing her last season on the streets, before she settles down, and marries some bald, old, fat, divorced business guy and retires to the Florida Keys; only doing tricks on the side for pocket money, and close friends--old habits die hard baby. Mandy's dad, shocked back into the world of the living by the stink of daughter's fingers, dragged in an enormous gasp of air, and let out a long blood-curdling howl! Mandy was giving it the old college try. Her head was moving up and down so fast that it's a wonder she didn't get whip-lash. Daddy was groaning and sucking eagerly on her pungent fingers, and fucking her mouth like a stoat. All summer long, Sarah and Mandy had practiced every weekend when they had slumber parties at Sarah's house. Mandy discovered that she had no gag response whatsoever, and could swallow whole sausages, and medium sized salamis. Sarah would be amazed as she pushed a three inch bratwurst sausage almost 10 inches down Mandy's throat, working it in and out. Breathing was the hard part, but Mandy loved it. Sarah would sneak into her older sister's room and borrow her strappy for the night. Mandy would orgasm hard under the sheets as they did the 69 thing all night long; Sarah licking her cunt out, and sucking on her clitoris, and fucking her wildly down the throat with her sister's strap-on dildo. Sarah and Mandy were very close friends. It was getting late, and Mandy had to go pottie really bad now, so she opened wide, and pushed her tongue out as far as she could, and with daddy's roasting hot knob, situated snuggly between her tonsils, she went down on him. Her daddy shuddered and gasped. She got a good three inches down her throat with the first run; constricted her neck muscles to simulate vaginal clamping, then slowly pulled her head back off her daddy's raging tube. The enormous head came out of her throat with a pop! Mandy held the throbbing muscle in her tiny little hand, and licked the stiff shaft like a lollypop, lapping-up the overflowing honey that constantly oozed from the red-knob's eyelet. She took another two fingers, and coated them thickly with the warm cream, and found daddy's willing ass-hole, quivering under him. She was out of time, and had to go, so she gulped two huge lungful of air, took the bursting rod, back into her mouth, aligned it perfectly in her throat and forcefully descended all the way down her daddy's pulsating meat-pole. She could feel the huge head passing her tonsils, then passing her epiglottis, passing her bronchial tubes even, and forcing its way tightly into her very esophagus! Daddy was very thick and long down there between the legs--no wonder she could hear her mommy screaming in the night... "You bastard, your going to split my fucking ass-in two with that thing...!" And "Oh! AAHHHH! My fucking ass, your going to ruin my fucking ass-hole...! No, no...noooo, please don't stop! I want it all. Give it to me all, oh yeah, oh yeah...oh yeaahhh fuck the booty, oh yeahhhh fuck the booty papa!" Oh, really mother, what a whore you are; and a noisy one at that! Sarah fucks me in my ass-hole almost every week end with her sister's strap-on, and I don't make half the noise you do? When I bottomed out on daddy's rock-hard tube, my little nose buried deep in his hairy bush, my long wet tongue flicking at his ascending ball-sack, I shoved my dripping fingers roughly through his puckered brown hairy eye; deep into his greedy ass chamber. I worked my fingers up him without quarter or mercy, digging relentlessly into his accepting dirt-hole, and at the same time working his throbbing shaft and exploding helmet with my throat and esophagus tube. Daddy barked like a dirty dog, and howled like a wounded wolf! Mommy screamed up the stairs, "What is all the noise about up there! Keep it down please..." she said in her sternest voice. I took my stinking fingers out of daddy's mouth and put my hand over his mouth. I worked his ass like a steam engine's piston-arm, and I could hear him crying, and sobbing with ecstasy as I felt the first hot shot of cock cream splashing into my feeding tube, running down, warm and thick, into my hungry little tummy. I felt something hard and throbbing up daddy's ass, and I caressed it with my fingers, daddy went wild, and as he shot another two loads into me I pulled off his rod, so that he could grease my throat and tonsils with his sticky, slippery sauce. I gasped in another two lungful of air and gave it all I had! I dug my nails viciously into daddy's ass-hole nut, and gave him the full run of my swallow, from the tip of my lips, down around my throat, through my tonsils, battering past my knobble epiglottis all the way down into the tight, greased tube of my esophagus, there I would pause for a millisecond, knowing that daddy's cock-eyelet was pulled wide open, and I would squeeze his vascular meat-shaft hard with my throat muscles, and let him blast another hot slimy load down into my starving belly, then back up again all the way out, to the very tip of my lips...then down again! I counted; I was up to three full complete cycles a second! Daddy was convulsing something terrible, and shaking and quaking, and I was baking! It was getting hot down there between daddy's legs. I put it down to friction? I didn't know anyone could come that much...! I think he must have shot almost twenty loads of cream into my tummy, before I had sucked him dry. OoOoOoOW! My little tummy was packed full. I was livid! It was Sarah's turn to buy lunch at the mall this week, and I was as full as a butcher's dog. My God! Isn't there any justice in this world...? Daddy was still flinching around; convulsing, and rolling about on the toilet seat, and I remember thinking that he would probably have that red ring around his ass for life after this sitting. His cock was throbbing still, but it wasn't shooting cream anymore: His balls were drier than a 50 year old menopausal nun's cunt. I felt I was flogging a dead horse here, so I pulled my fingers out of his ass-hole, and regurgitated his pee-pee tube. It slithered out of my throat like a deflated limp noodle with a busted tomato stuck to the end of it. I burped, and tasted daddy in the back of my throat again. I was really late for the mall, now, and I just had to go potties real fast! Daddy had passed out and I couldn't rouse him, or topple him off the pan, so I just jumped up and squatted over him placing my feet firmly in his groins. I reached under me and dragged my panties to one side hard, and went pong-pong onto his bare belly. It was a long one, and stretched from his balls all the way up past his belly button. After the initial log dropped, and my ass-hole slammed shut, I immediately stepped up onto the window-sill behind the toilet. I held onto the curtains, looking down, out at the street below. The next door neighbor was in the garden digging and happened to look up and notice me. I was holding onto the curtains, squatting down with my legs wide open and my panties yanked way over to one side. It was rather cold out, and the neighbor dropped his shovel, and went around the side of the shed. I could see the plumes of steam blasting out of his face as he wanked his cock behind the garden shed, viewing my young open pussy hole. I saw him shudder, and noticed the steam rising from the end of his cock as he came time after time onto the earth, behind the garden shed staring up into my cunt. His wife came out, probably wondering where he was and what all the grunting was about. She looked up and saw me, and shook her fist in the air, then went around the back of the shed. She caught her husband wanking; just as he was finishing his come shooting. She chased him indoors beating him with her broom. I just hung there waiting then it came. I have noticed, that when one takes a shit, one is not done, after the first drop. The first load just takes the pressure off. No! One cannot say they have had a decent shit, until the obligatory second turd gets unloaded -- but the second load, although generally not quite as long, is usually always thicker, hotter, softer and quite a bit more stinky than the first. At last it had arrived. I lowered my open buns over daddy's panty-covered, horizontal, blissfully-comatose face, and waited. My bung-hole quavered, then opened wide. I laid a big fat juicy one down the exact length of daddy's head, from the tip of his chin to the top of his forehead. It was a roaster! and it made my eyes water from way up there on the window-sill. There was a blue-bottle fly in the room, and I saw it going in the opposite direction, even. I blamed it on daddy's secret meatball recipe from two days ago. Now I felt that I had gone bong-bong proper! I pulled myself up by the curtains, and turned around, my back-side facing the window and the street. I wriggled my panties down off of my firm young pert buttocks, and let them crawl down my upper limbs. I opened my legs wider than shoulder width, my panties stretching tight between my soft silky smooth thighs. I faintly heard more screaming coming from outside. I twisted and looked over my shoulder. The neighbor was out again, this time chasing her husband and her three sons around wielding her broom, they were running around the garden like scalded cats wanking like crazy and staring up at my ass. The wife was screaming up at me. I turned and ignored her, I had more important things on my mind right now. I looked down at my poor slumbering daddy. I had just caught him sniffing my panties, and wanking-off like a crazed baboon. On top of that I had blown him, finger-fucked his ass, and sucked every last drop of come out of his balls, and I had laid at least two feet of shit over the exhausted remains. I took a moment to just be quiet and take all of the repercussions in. Why, there were no repercussions! This was it! So this is what it feels like to WIN! I had won. I had all the aces, I just rolled a double six! Fuck I just got married to Donald Trump! I thought to myself. "Is this how Cleopatra felt, or Joan of Ark? Is this what it feels like to be a female -- AND -- to win, also...? I was ecstatic! I was thrilled, Hell I was finally --TURNED ON! I opened my vulva lips with my index and middle fingers. My clitoris was harder, and longer and thicker than I had ever seen it before. I started to flick at it and jumped! It was so, so, so...electrifying that it sent shockwaves through my entire frame, that dug deep, down into my very core! I was ALIVE at last! I continued flicking. The screaming outside grew louder, I glanced around. Half of the street had gathered there. Couples were kissing now: Others were fucking behind the shed. Men were wanking unashamed -- and enjoying it for a change! Women were kneeling and fighting to drink their man's come; Neighbors wives who hadn't spoken to othe neighbors wives were now rolling around on the floor licking each other in the cunt 69 style. Finally the world had come around to the female way of thinking! Come Ye all you mothers, let us rejoice...for---The King Is Dead! I started to come, and it was simply -- wonderful! Wave after wave hit me. I heard beautiful music emanate out of nowhere. All the colors of the rainbow danced in perfect unison before mine very eyes. A general feeling of wellbeing flooded my sensibilities, I was surely in a state of utter bliss. I was experiencing a pure form of Utopia. At last, I had finally found the elusive land of Nirvana! In reality, I was holding my vulva lips apart and pissing like a boy. I sprayed everything in sight! It went everywhere. All over daddy and the floor -- every-fucking-where. And on top of that I was hurling projectile vomit out of my gut spraying daddy from head to toe with partly digested semen. I reached back, and wiped my bung-hole with two fingers. It was rather messy, and I drew a smiley face on the window with it for the neighbors. I jumped down from the sill, pulled my panties up, and whispered into daddy's ear, "See daddy, see what you get if you make me mad, see...I told you not to make me mad, now see what you made me do...see...?" Mandy's daddy didn't answer. He was out cold still. I rushed over to the mirror, washed my hands, and brushed my hair, and put a little lipstick gloss on my lips and ran out leaving the door open. "Bye Daddy. I lo--ve you." she said as she went out of the bathroom door. A moment later she came back and popped her head around the door. "Oh yes, Can I stay at Sarah's tonight please daddy...pretty please." She said in her best infantile voice. Mandy realized some years ago, that if she asks her daddy for something, and speaks in her 6 year old little girl voice, then she is certain to get whatever she asks for. But if she does that with mommy, then she is liable to get sent to her room and grounded! No. Mandy knows, if she wants something from mommy, then she has to use her, low, monotone -- "fuck you mommy I know you suck daddy's cock, and swallow his come, and you love getting fucked in your fudge-hole, and have daddy lick you stinking cunt-hole out three times a week" -- voice, then maybe she'll get what she asked for. Mandy waited for an answer from her comatose daddy. But there was just dead silence in there. As she turned to go, her daddy farted loudly in his sex-induced stupor. The sound reached Mandy, And she turned back again excitedly, popping her head back around the door again saying, "Awww, Thanks dad... I lo--ve you! You the kindest dad a girl could ever wish for." Mandy blew her dad a kiss, and skipped down the hallway. She bounded down the stairs, and yelled to her mom that she was going to the mall with Sarah, and that she would be staying over her house tonight for a jammi party. Mom, came flying out of the kitchen, and said, "Mandy. Have you asked your father if you can stay over at Sarah's tonight...?" She nodded yes. "And what did he say...?" "Oh Mom! He grunted , as usual...! Which you know means--yes. You know what dad is like..." "Okay, Just checking young lady..." I turned to go, but mom stopped me at the front door and said, "Mandy. What was all that noise coming from upstairs earlier...?" I shrugged my shoulders, and shook my head. Mom looked at me with squinted eyes, and said, "What is that on your chin..?" I ran to the hallway mirror, and saw a wad of daddy's creamy-come driveling down my chin. I scooped it up and licked my fingers clean. I said, "Oh, it's nothing. I was eating a Twinkie, and some of the cream--" I didn't finish the sentence, and bolted for the door. "Hold on young lady, not so fast, come her to your mother." I stopped and strode languidly over to her. "Oh mom, what now...?" I moaned, "I'm late for the mall with Sarah, and I just have to get my Prom dress today, or...or--" I pleaded. "Very well then, but give your mother a kiss before you go darling." said mommy lovingly. I threw my arms around her neck dramatically , and kissed her long and puckered on the lips, with a loud smack! And said I lo--ve you mommy. Mommy licked her lips, and my breath smelled a lot like daddy's come. Mommy looked at me with utter disbelief in her eyes. I could feel her nipples harden under her blouse, as the smell and taste of daddy's come registered somewhere in her unconscious. "Oh mommy I lo--ve you and daddy so, so much...! But I have to run, I'm late...I lo--ve you." I left her there -- standing in the hallway -- wondering. Just before I closed the door, I saw mommy turn and ascend the stairs, She was calling for daddy. "Fred...where are you? What was all that noise I heard earlier...? Fred...Fred..." I closed the door behind me, and as I walked down the street, I heard a long terrible scream! It sounded like mother. A mob of angry neighbors started to follow me. I started to run...run fast! "...Perhaps I can live with Sarah at her house?" I thought. "I'll ask her at the mall...after I get my dress, that is..." As I Turned the second corner, and lost the marauding crowd, I started to realize how much trouble daddy might be in right now. But I felt it wasn't entirely my fault. Daddy was such a sweet softy, that he never spanked me, or scolded me when I was naughty, and so...I really have no idea what it is to be -- naughty...? I just wanted to go pottie really bad, and, and daddy was taking so long, that I felt I could rush things along -- that's all. I never thought that step-mommy would get upset if I emptied daddy's balls...? Why, why, he was trying to do it himself, I, I, just wanted to help. Then daddy got so relaxed, I just had to go pottie, or I would have done pee-pee and bang-bang in my panties. I thought daddy wouldn't mind. He never minded when I was little. I always went pong-pong and pee-pee when He was holding me. I loved it. I would save it up until daddy got home. It was daddy's mommy's fault, that daddy never punished me. I never learned what it was to be naughty. Daddy's mommy punished him so much with the her black hood, and cane, that he just couldn't bring himself to inflict the same on his loving daughter, I guess. Thanks, grand mamma, thanks a lot! I remember reading in daddy's diary... (The Reading Of The Diary.) Daddy has a black silk hood and a cane in his bedroom closet. It's all he took: His mother passed-on during a difficult birth some 18 years ago. The same year I was born. We met, he said, but I can't remember. Daddy didn't want anything else from her house - just the hood and the cane. That's all he wanted - that's all he got. Daddy is the disciplinarian in our home. He is such a softy he can't even swat a fly. If I am naughty and he finds out, he doesn't know what to do then. Daddy is the one who must punish me when I'm bad. He has a silk hood and a cane in his closet. He took them from his mommy's home after she died. That's all he asked for. That's all he wanted. That's all he got. Daddy always pretends that he is going to get the hood and cane out of the closet when I'm naughty. I pretend to be afraid, and run off into my room. I lock the door, and listen to music, and rub myself. I can stay in my room for days, until he buys me something. Then we are okay together again, and I love him, and kiss him, and flirt with him--and I wear my panties an extra day or two and leave them hanging about on the bathroom door-knob, or on top of the laundry basket, turned inside-out. I know he likes to smell them, so I rub the gusset into my pussy for him for three days, and squirt and I don't wipe. I love my daddy, and he needs to have some sort of a release. I caught him rubbing his thingy and sniffing my panties once. He must have forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and he was shooting as I walked in on him. He couldn't stop I guess, because he just kept on sniffing and rubbing his pole, sitting there on the toilet bowl. His face was all twisted and contorted, and his cream was shooting out of the end of his thingy like a fountain. He was so embarrassed. I couldn't imagine why? I rub myself off at least four to six times a day, and if daddy, or anyone else for that matter, asked me, why, I would do it right there on the floor, or on the kitchen table for that matter, at a drop of a hat. I don't see what all the fuss is about? I do it everywhere! At school, at lunch, on the bus. Hell I do it at least three times a week in the back of daddy's car, as he drives me to school. I thought he knew? I mean I can't help making the noises back there, and the smell fills the car? I was elated that daddy found my scent erotic and sexy, and ran to my room and rubbed myself off twice just on the afterthought of it all. He bought me anything, and everything I wanted for months after that. I milked it to the hilt, and only let him of the hook after he walked in on me riding a coke bottle. I was coming and couldn't stop. It was my first time to take the bulge in the middle all the way into my hole. Daddy's eyeballs almost popped out! He only buys 2 liter bottles now. I'm working on it! Daddy's Diary Daddy kept a diary when he was a boy. He hides it in his closet upstairs. I sneak in when everyone is out; and read it. Daddy, was brought up in a strict, but fair home by his mother. His daddy went away one day, and never came back. His mommy said that he had - gone fishing. Daddy was taught by his mother that if he was naughty, that the greatest punishment was to have the sights and wonders of God's world taken away from him for a while, so that he could reflect on his naughtiness. His mommy would make him stand in the corner of the room with his hands behind his back and the black silk hood over his head until he was fully repentant. After some time in the corner she would lead him blind, to the couch and bid him to bend over her lap, and pull his pants down. She would smack his ass until his little bottie was red hot, and he cried out for forgiveness. Satisfied that he had learned his lesson, he was sent back to the corner for another half hour to ask God for forgiveness for his naughty deeds. Totally repentant, and total forgiven, he was allowed to take the hood off, and bask in the wonders of the day, and his mommy would cuddle him into her breasts. He loved the sweet smell that billowed out from between her cleavage. It smelled like hot honey-cinnamon buns with icing. It was the same smell that he remembered every time his mommy put him over her lap and pulled his pants down to spank his bare bottie. He thought it came from up her dress somewhere. This form of punishment went on throughout his childhood, past puberty and into his teens, even. Daddy had taken after his father it seems, and was very big between the legs! He wrote that almost over night his wee wee had more than quadrupled in length, but worse than that it had gotten so thick that when it got hard, and it got hard at the drop of a hat those days, it frightened him! He had measured it at 14 inches, and the top of it was a full 4 inches in diameter! His hand couldn't get around the purple knob at the top, and her had to use both hands to make it go soft again. He was forever cleaning up the cream that would shoot out of the end of it, before it would go soft again, so that his mommy wouldn't find out. He would lay flat on his bed covered with bath towels from the dirty laundry basket with only his head and arms -- and his enormous "thing" -- hanging out. He would rub it with both hands up and down until he got the thrill, and the warm cream shot out from the end. The first two or three went very high, and sometimes he hit the globe of the hanging ceiling light. He groaned when that happened because he had to get up on the chair afterwards to wipe it clean, or his mommy would surely notice, but most of the cream just went up in the air and fell back down onto the bath towels. Now and then, a lucky shot would send a glob of cream up into the air, arcing high above his closed watering eyes, and dropping directly into his open mouth; his head rolled backwards locked rigid by the force of the thrill rushing through his convulsing young body. He would almost gag as it hit the back of his throat, causing an involuntary swallowing reflex. His cream tasted warm, and salty, with a hint of vanilla he thought. It was around this time of his life when his mommy moved from spanking his naughty bare bottie over her lap, to the kneeling position on the floor; cushions under his knees, and one to rest his head on. His bottie sticking up high and taught, and his mommy had taken to using the bamboo cane instead of her hand to beat his buttocks. He wrote, "The last time I remembered being put over mommy's lap for punishment, she ordered that I lay over her lap. The black silk hood puffing in and out in dire anticipation of what was about to come. She undid my belt and pants buttons and wriggled then off me down to my knees. I had been exceptionally good for the longest time and I hadn't gotten spanked for almost a year." "In the interim, everything had grown down there! My balls were huge now, and hung heavy, and long, in their hairy sack. Mommy had no idea!" I was getting wet, and thought that I shouldn't read on, but I just had to, and flipped the page eagerly. The words written on the page, were burning a hole in my imagination! Daddy's mommy said, "When I tell you to take out the trash, my boy, I mean today, do you hear!" She slowly ran her cool fingers under the elastic band of daddy's jockey shorts and pulled them up and over his buttocks. The front got caught on something under him, something between him and her lap. She stopped and pulled off one leg of his pants completely, and told him to open his legs wide please. Daddy was panting for air under the hood, as his mommy put her hand under his belly to unhitch whatever was getting caught and stopping his jockey shorts from coming down for him to get his spanking. His mommy's hand stopped, and she gasped as she realized what she had in her hand! She muttered under her breath, "Oh! You're so much like your daddy." she breathed hotly. After a moment she composed herself, and carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. She unhooked the elastic band of daddy's underwear from his equipment between his legs and pulled the shorts down around his thighs. Daddy was wriggling about awkwardly in her lap, and she said in a rather matter of fact way, "Are you uncomfortable boy?" "Yes, mommy." he panted from under the black hood. She stroked his hair lovingly, and deftly pulled both his pants and jockey shorts of him completely in one felt move. She told him to open his legs and raise his bottie up out of her lap for a moment. He did as she bid him and with utter dexterity, and precision, she put her hand through his legs from behind and gently cradled his huge hairy balls in her grip, and pulled them firmly out from under his weight. She let them fall over her thigh, and felt their weight and coolness on her skin. She shivered. She said in a sweet soft voice, "Better...?" Daddy nodded. Daddy's mommy parted her legs a little, and daddy's senses were flooded with the honey-cinnamon aroma of sweet pastries again. " It is definitely coming from up there, between her legs." he thought . She reached down under her right thigh, and threaded her hand, around her leg and up between the gap. She took hold of daddy's pee-pee, and pulled it down between her open thighs. Once it was released from its cramped quarters, it hung down limply in her hand. She shifted a little wriggling her buttocks in the seat to get comfortable herself, but her squirming rode the gusset of her panties deep into the grove of her swelling vulva lips, until her labial wings exploded either side, opening up like a tulip blossom in the early morning sun. A sudden puff! of hot, sultry, damp pheromone-laden air permeated the air, drifting up through her clothes, seeping out from neck of her blouse into her flaring nostrils, and at the same time, the sweet pungent fragrance billowed out from between her legs, traveling under her thigh long dress, up under the black silk hood, into daddy's lungs. He breathed in the aroma, greedily. The pheromones intoxicating his senses, sending an urgent message down his spine, into the flaccid tube held firmly in the caressing hand of his mommy. He heard his mommy gasp as the long tube filled, and grew longer and longer, and thicker and thicker. She gasped as daddy's pee-pee forced her hand open , and the purple-magenta head boiled hot in her hand. It grew so thick and long that the knob unfurled itself out of the foreskin, and ran out of spare skin, so much so that it started to bend itself in a rigid bursting arc that shimmered, and bounced forward, as the veins and arteries tried to pump more and more red, hot blood into the pulsating staff. Daddy's mommy sighed, "Oh my baby, you are more, much more than your daddy ever was!" She rolled the palm of her hand around the gigantic hot knob at the end of the stiff shaft, her caress, lubricated by the constant drip of pre-come semen driveling out of the gaping eyelet. Daddy shuddered in her lap, and she let his rod go, and closed her thighs trapping his throbbing monster-tube between the soft warm flesh of her thighs. Daddy's mommy brought her hand up and smelled her palm, her head swooned, and her nipples ached in her brazier. She licked her fingers, and daddy smelled the wetness of urine, and heard several loud hissing noises coming from up his mommy's dress, as waves of orgasmic pleasure rocketed through her frame, and her pee-pee hole autonomically opened and shut, sending powerful jets of piss blasting out oh her urethra, hitting her rolled gusset, and being atomized as it thundered through the fabric, and sprayed everything under her with a warm golden cloud of rain. A single jet that made it past her panties without being vaporized, shot directly out from between her legs, and hit daddy's rock-hard swollen tube dancing there, held firmly between her soft warm, silky-smooth thighs. The hot jet of piss, drenched the shiny claret colored helmet, and was instantly evaporated by the heat of it, leaving behind a white crystalline coating of salt from his mommy's golden flow. Daddy started to quake over his mommy's lap, and he groaned under his silk hood, as his rigid pole hardened even more, then recoiled into itself, only to push forward, to it longest extent, the helmet flaring like the collar of a chameleon lizard under attack. As daddy's tube shot out to it fullest length, it bent violently running out of skin, which opened the eyelet wide. His mommy felt the balls in his sack riding up her thigh, her nipple were about to explode, and she took hold of her blouse and tore it apart madly, the buttons flying off in all directions noisily bouncing every which way across the hardwood floor. She took hold of her brazier, and raked it up around her neck. Her tits bounced out of the cups, and wobbled for a few seconds before she grabbed two handfuls and hiked them up hard inserting the blood-red stiff teats through her burning lip, into the sucking vacuum of her hot, wet mouth. She held them there firmly with her teeth, and moaned in quintessential ecstasy, quivering under relentless waves of perfect pain and pleasure and reckless orgasm. Daddy heard more hissing from under mommy's dress, and smelled her pee-pee, and as another powerful jet of mommy-piss squirted over daddy's bell-end, he gurgled under the hood and threw a powerful spit of boiling-hot semen out of his eye, down his mommy's calf, rolling around her ankle, and splattering along her instep, finally coming to rest, in a sticky pile between the wriggling digits of he peep-toed sandals. Daddy's mommy was coming to orgasm full-bore, and blood was on her lips from biting her teats a little too hard. Her head was thrashing about on her shoulders in unabashed hedonistic carnal pleasure, and her tits were following her every move. She looked like a rabid puppy playing with its favorite toy, and she was growling, to boot. Daddy's balls had risen all the way up mommy thigh, and were threatening to get sucked completely into his lower abdomen, thus unloading their precious cargo of tiny soldiers for the final finale of come-shots, but mommy hadn't finished yet with her orgasm--or his punishment! She grabbed hold of his scrotum, and isolated his nuts on the outside of her fist. Daddy's recoiling cock had lined itself up for its second spunk-shot down her leg, but mommy cut off the supply of seeds, she shook his knackers around like a pair of maracas. He gulped and whimpered in fear under his black silk hood. She rolled her buttocks around, and her gusset snapped and flew out of the way of her pee-pee hole. She let fly with two blistering squirts of piss and hit daddy squarely in the dangling ding-dong. Daddy screamed with pleasure and out of sheer terror. His mommy had him by the balls, and was pulling him up and down in her lap by his purple scrotum. He was rising and falling a full 14 inches in over her lap, and she was fucking him with the soft lovely tender flesh of her inner thighs. He was undergoing a constant orgasmic experience, but he couldn't shoot is load, because his mommy had a death grip around his nuts, he started to shake uncontrollably, and he was howling and yelping and speaking in foreign tongues. Every time she dropped him down she rolled the cheeks of her ass around and fired a stinging jet of piss at his exploding cock-helmet. She was an accomplished markswoman, and hit bulls-eye every time. Daddy cried out every time his knob got hit with her roasting hot piss jet! Daddy's mommy started to administer the punishment for him not taking out the trash today, and she beat his little buttocks red raw, whilst fucking him relentlessly with her thighs. He sobbed bitterly under his hood. His mommy felt he had been punished enough, and bent over to scoop up three fingers-full of creamy come from her legs. She dropped her bleeding nipples out of her mouth and ordered daddy to open his legs wide. Daddy obeyed her immediately. She positioned her three fingers shaped in a folded chevron configuration, over his tight little hairy rosebud. She let go of his nut-sack, he dropped down like a dead weight over her lap. His balls were sucked up into his abdomen so fast that she heard them give off a slurping sound followed by a muted dull pop as the scurried off to safety. She rolled her ass-orbs around one last time and opened her legs wide. Daddy was now being balanced by nothing but his mommy's ankles. One under his shins, and the other under his neck. He was rigid, she was rigid, and it looked like a levitation trick done by Sigmund and Roy in a classy Vegas magician show! They were both reaching their maximum orgasm at precisely the same instant! Daddy was horizontal to the floor, and his huge 14 inch 4 inch diameter cock hung down from him like an elephants trunk holding a hot-house tomato. Daddy's mommy lined up her cunt-hole, and opened fire with her pee-pee vent. She scored bulls-eye with each and every powerful squirt of her piss, hitting him dead on the throbbing helmet time after time after hot, stinging, pissing time, as her tummy muscles rippled continuously building up the pressure in her bladder for next shot. They were coming two to three shots a second, with the precision of a Navy Seal sharp-shooter! His mommy was masturbating him with her piss. Daddy had bitten a hole clean through the hood, and was drooling saliva through it in torrents. Then, his mommy rammed her three fingers deep into his ass-hole--all the way up to the knuckle! His brown-eye yielded under her insistent pressure, and opened up like the shutter of a 35mm through-the-lens camera, set at F-Stop 1.2 for half a second! Daddy sent his soul to Hell and back, screaming every obscenity he had ever heard! His mommy worked his hole like it was her own, sometimes leaving her fingers deep up his ring, groping around in there massaging and pinching and digging her nails deep into his turgid prostate almond nut. Daddy was delirious. Falling in and out of consciousness, and in and out of reality, as the potent chemicals flooded his brain's sex-organ. He was laughing and crying and screaming and begging, all at the same time, and his mommy was scoring hit after hit with her piss-hole on his bursting cock-head! Finally, she folded her thumb into her palm, and pushed her whole hand into his splitting ass-hole up to her wrist! She grabbed hold of his gland and squeezed it hard! Daddy froze, and his entire body bent backwards in a lovely arc. She heard each and every vertebra cracking and popping, he looked a proper picture of an Olympic high-diver doing a swallow dive from top-board! They had stopped breathing, and they were quiet now, and they were both rigid stiff! There was absolute silence between them...! As the final hormonal orgasmic chemical cocktail rushed up through their veins, past the body brain blood-barrier, shooting without regard, directly in the very heart of their hypothalamus! The only thing moving was daddy's prostate gland that was cramping up and pumping chaotically up his ass-hole--along with his mommy's fingers stroking it as if playing Rachmaninoff's Fifth. Suddenly, it hit...! His mommy shot three powerful blasts of piss that rung-his bell baby, but Good! Ding-Dong! And at the very same instant she squeezed his gland, but Hard! Daddy took in a deep breath, and let out an ear splitting, window-rattling scream, and started to come, squirt after steaming squirt, shot after creamy shot, load after frothy, white, load. Daddy's mommy worked his ring like she was making butter the old-fashioned way: And every time she pumped her hand in and out of his anal chamber, he obliged her by squirting another and another and another load out of his huge cock. His mommy knew how to work a cock, and she worked daddy's like a borrowed horse! The come came out of him with such force and velocity, that she could her it zipping from his eye, and splattering as it hit the wooden floor. Why, she lost count at twenty...! Finally his poor little prostate was as empty as yesterday's party balloons. She gave him one last squirt to the dangling knob-end with her pee-pee hole as she finished her orgasm, and she closed her legs. Once more. Daddy collapsed like a limp lettuce leaf over her knees. She humped him off her, and wrestled his shorts and pants back on him. She led him, wobbly-kneed back to the corner to finish the punishment regimen, and straightened the black silk hood up over his head. She brought a chair along so that he could sit on it and take the weight of his feet while he "timed-out" in the corner. A few minutes later, daddy started to come out of his fugue. He was roused by noised in the room. He slowly reached up and twisted the hood around so that the hole that he had bitten in it allowed him to see out. He turned to where the noise was coming from. He saw his mommy, stripped off naked, laying on her back next to the huge frothy mound of white fluffy come on the floor. Her legs were propped up vertical against the couch, and wide open like a Vee. She had two plastic cooking from the kitchen, the ones one decants cooking oil back into the bottle after use, for better storage. One was inserted up to the funnel, in her pooh-pooh hole, and the other was shoved deep into her love-tunnel. She was spooning the thick, creamy come, up off of the floor, and ladling it into both funnels. Then she would take the funnels out, and work both holes with a large cucumber and a fat zucchini., The in would go the funnels, and the process would start again, until she couldn't scoop up anymore come with the spoon. She then rolled around in what was left of the semen, rubbing it over her face and body, and in her hair, and laying flat on her tummy, licking the floor, until every last iota was cleaned-up! Daddy's mommy then got up from the floor. He quickly spun around and adjusted the hood, and a moment later he felt her hand on his shoulder, and she said to him in a concerned, loving voice, "Are you feeling better my lovely little angel?" Daddy nodded, a silent yes. And his mommy told him to stay there until she came back . She needed to take a little nap for five minutes. Daddy nodded profusely again. His mommy kissed him through the hood, and said, "Mommy loves you..." When she left him he swiveled the hood around and peeped out again. His mommy looked like a wreck, and was slowly making her way upstairs to the bedroom, carrying her bundled-up clothes in her arms. On the second step, she dropped her panties, and as she bent over to pick them up, her ass-hole opened up and a sizable steam of come shot out onto the foot of the stairs.