That's good! Now that people know who you are, I'm
sure you're going to have all sorts of creeps coming out
of the woodwork to find you."
"Yeah. I'm not crazy about it, but see the importance."
said as I watched and felt Helen silently deliver long,
languid kisses along the side of my dick. She gently
squeezed the base while the fingernails of her other
hand gently grazed along my balls.
"Good. We can't have you getting shot in the face. It's
too pretty," Ashlee tittered.
"Thank you. I wouldn't want it to get shot either," I said.
I made a conscious effort to not retum the compliment,
feeling awkward about telling a woman how pretty
she was while her mother's mouth was on my cock.
There was a moment of silence between us, and I
suspected she was waiting for some sort of affirmation
of her attraction. Helen pulled her lips off my member
and mouthed, "Speakerphone." She obviously saw the
trepidation on my face because she returned my
unspoken concern with a look that plainly said, "Trust
me."
Reluctantly, I complied and set the phone on the couch
next to me.
"Did you get my message last night?" Ashlee finally
asked, her tone subtly sharper, but still pleasant. I must
have hit a nerve by keeping silent.
"The note? Yeah, I saw it," I said and tried my best to
sound as conversational as possible as Helen returned
her mouth to my cock, raining sweet, sensual kisses
across the head.
"And my little present?"
"Your panties? They're... in my room." I slowly began
moving my hips in small, involuntary circles as Helen
continued to shower my dick with affection. I was
fighting to keep any hint of what was happening out of
my voice.
"And the other present?" The sharpness in her voice
melted into something more beguiling.
"The pictures?" I asked. Helen's eyebrows rose as she
proceeded to trace the underside of my cock with the
tip of her tongue.
"Yes."
"I saw them." I said, my breathing getting shallow.
Helen's grip on the base of my cock tightened and a
bead of clear precum bloomed into view at the tip. I bit
my lip and had to stop myself from groaning as the
blonde seductress extended her tongue and slid the flat
of it along the mushroom head, capturing the evidence
of my stimulation. "I liked them."
"I wish we hadn't been interrupted last night," she said,
her voice lowered to a husky tone that betrayed her
growing arousal. "I got home last night and touched
myself thinking about you and what might have
happened."
I couldn't help myself. "What do you think would have
happened?"
"Whatever you wanted", she purred. "I'd do anything
for you, Marcus. I'm touching myself now, just thinking
about it."
"You're at your desk?"
"In my office. I wish you were here now. I would love
to suck your cock." I heard a breath from Helen as she
silently snorted once, a smile on her face as cradled the
head of my member between her lips.
I swallowed hard, staring at the mother on her knees
with the head of my cock pressed to her lips while the
daughter described how she would do it. This had to be
the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed in my life. It
surpassed what we had done with Bobbi. It was hotter
than her holding onto Erin while I took her ass. Helen
had been there for my most depraved moments...
making some of my wildest sexual fantasies come true.
"How would you do it?" I finally asked her.
"I would take long licks up your cock," Ashlee said, her
words soft and slow, each word dripping with avarice.
Taking instruction from Ashlee, Helen slipped the tip of
my cock from her lips, stuck out her tongue, and
dragged it up the length of my cock in slow, deliberate
licks, staring into my eyes the whole time.
"I would kiss up one side and down the other." Helen
followed suit, placing her lips on the side of my cock
again and delivering wet, suckling kisses.
"Oh Marcus, I want to worship that cock of yours,"
Ashlee moaned into the phone. "I want to feel your
balls in my hand. I want to massade them. I'd make
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