11:24am - Ben
Ben walked carefully through the upstairs hallway to his daughter's room. He knocked to no answer. Peeking in, he saw no Amber. Frowning momentarily, he shrugged her absence to a morning workout regimen and continued with the morning breakfast routine. His jovial and almost musical step reflected his mood to a tee.
Setting out the orange juice and bubbly, he glanced at the clock to deduce Debra's current whereabouts. His focus on the microwave clock was quickly shattered by Debra herself returning.
"I'm back Babe!" Shouted out Debra in every direction at once.
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11:24am - Debra
Debra shot back another morning mimosa at Julie's. Trading their Mother's Day plans for tomorrow, they shared the normal weekly dish that had been impeded by a week of preparation for Amber's return.
"Well thanks for stopping by, Dearie," said a relished Julie. I'll come see your girlie in a bit."
A short but fierce hug later and Julie was on her tipsy way to a noontime nap. Debra let herself out and walked the savory 72 steps to Home. She grasped the doorknob and paused. She paused for a moment and enjoyed the warmth of the knob. Then, with half a breath, she came Home.
"I'm back Babe!" Shouted out Debra in every direction at once.
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11:24 am - Amber
Amber awoke to the taste of cum. Her last moments of conscience waterboarded her into full awareness. She was 20, naked and stuck under her parents bed. The gag strap now straining her bare neck. The dildo she lovingly gave shelter through the night had vacated but had not gone far.
Amber began plotting her Exodus by leaving and shooting straight for the bathroom across the room. But how could she know when it was safe to make a run for it?
"I'm back Babe!" Shouted out Debra in every direction at once.
"Here in the kitchen, Honey!" Shouted back, Ben. "Come here"
-Fuck! Now!- thought Amber.
Amber shuffled her bare ass, now stuck to the carpet in an adhesive of her own juices.
Shimmying to the best of her ability, she freed herself and reached back under the bed and grabbed her trusty toy and darted for the bathroom. Once reconfined, Amber let a murderous sigh of relief. Stashing her peripheral devices in a towel and started the shower.
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11:26 am - Mr. & Mrs. Stapleton
"There she is," said Ben happily.
"Is she using our shower?"
"Yeah, I think. How is Julie?"
"Good. No home visit from her little one. The Mimosa queen is off to nap..."
Debra hangs heavily on Ben and wraps her arms around his neck, planting a kiss so sloppy it was only matched by its love. Slightly inebriated, she worked her kisses to his neck. He allows the food to burn momentarily while she grabs a fistful of his genitalia and bites his lower lip.
"Young Lady," said Ben sternly. He attempted to mime the most stoic figure he could but the heat radiating from Deb's pussy was enough to roast a marshmallow. Before Ben could decide what to tantalize Debra with, his fully erect dick was throating his wife. A rag in one hand and a spatula in the other, Ben clung to the countertop as Debra, already on her knees, grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled her husband's manhood down into her throat. Her hair in a flurry, he combed a clear view of her submissive bloodshot eyes. She gagged repeatedly, self-inducing choke after choke. Ben tried dropped his kitchen items and caressed Debra's flush and eager, cock-filled face on both cheeks.
Each throatal contraction pulled at the base of his dick, Ben grabbed Debra's skull tight and proceeded to face fuck his gasping wife. Letting her up for air only as necessary, he drug his cock tip back and forth over her tonsils, each cough bringing him closer to bursting.
Debra reached for the cock she loved so dearly, only to be swiftly slapped by the man she loved more. The pain in her face was exhilarating. Debra looked up and without changing face, folded her arms behind and legs beneath her. As she locked eyes with Ben and opened her mouth as needy tongue rolled out to welcome visitors, she rested her head against the silverware drawer.
Ben docked 110% of his dick passed Debra's lips and held it there. He eased it back until she could breathe through her nose and then halted once more. Her submission would not allow Ben to last long. These Games did their job and made quick work of things. Ben towered over her and leaned both elbows wistfully on the counter and slowly fucked Debra's face. The massage of her topographical mouth made Ben slip away.
