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And the other dude erupted as well, his hand like a piston at his waist, palming himself until his dong exploded in a shower, droplets spraying in Lorena’s hair, coating her with a sticky film of white.

“Ahhh, fuck fuck fuck!” he panted, his wrist still moving up and down that fuckpole, the jism dripping off the tip of his dick. “Fuck!” he said once more for good measure.

And with a sigh, the trio relaxed, all of them sated and satisfied from the dirty encounter. My mom relaxed, the tension gone from her body, every muscle limp as she slithered downwards, only to be cradled in Les’s lap.

She smiled flirtatiously at the men, purring deep in her throat.

“Still as good as when I was eighteen, hmmm?” she said slyly.

And both men grinned like Cheshire cats.

“After that star performance, I think we can guarantee your daughter a job, right Les?” rumbled Robert, cleaning off his dick. He shook his snake, white droplets spattering everywhere on the floor. No wonder this place had sticky floorboards, it probably had all sorts of sex fluid in every nook and cranny.

And Lester was no better. This dude literally squeezed his own ball sacs, grunting a bit as the last drops of semen erupted from his dickhead, pearling at the tip before dribbling to the floor, joining the expanding pool of jizz before him.

“Yep, after that star performance, we can guarantee your daughter a job, no problem,” rumbled Les, his dick still erect despite his efforts. A trail of white slime ran down from the tip, and Lorena swiped it lazily with her finger, bringing it up to her mouth for a taste.

“Thank you,” she smiled slyly. “I promise Cleo’s just as talented as me. Now gentlemen, shall we move to part two? You know I haven’t taken you inside yet,” she purred, teasingly stroking Robert’s cock with one hand while reaching for Lester’s shaft with her other.

Holy shit, there was a part two? Where the dudes would put their shafts in my mom’s tight cunt? Evidently so because my mom seized Robert’s cock in her mouth again, her cunny trembling as Les shoved two fingers inside, making her squeal and squirm. Holy shit! I needed to get out of here, and I ran to the coat check, seizing my jacket before stumbling outside. Where was Drake? my heart cried. I needed my Daddy now, more than ever.

CHAPTER TEN

Drake

I haven’t seen Cleo in ages. She disappeared after that “girls’ night out” with Lorena and never came back.

The morning after, I’d expected to wake and find Cleo snuggled against me, hopefully nude, willing and wet, the way I loved my little girl. But instead, I’d woken up alone, stumbling downstairs to find Lorena waiting for me, slinkily sexy in a silk robe.

“Where’s Cleo?” I ground out. At this point, I still had no idea that Lorena knew everything.

“She’s in the city,” said Lorena airily, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon before me. Now I knew this was a trap. Lorena never cooks because we have a personal chef and yet she’d gotten up early to put something on the grill.

“What do you mean, in the city? She has school on Monday and needs to study,” I ground out. “Cleo’s going to college and needs to make a last ditch effort to bring up her grades.” Both of us knew that our daughter was terrible at academics but my connections could probably get her into some small private college. When you have unlimited funds, even the most elite, snobbish schools throw open their doors.

Plus, I’d been doing some planning of my own. I was seriously contemplating buying a condo near wherever she matriculated. Hey, if I wanted to see my little girl, what was wrong with having a love nest nearby where I could fuck that little pussy to my heart’s content?

“Oh college,” said Lorena, waving her hands vaguely. “Cleo’s decided not to go. We stopped by a modeling agency in the city and they loved her Drake! They signed her immediately and she’s boarding with some other girls until she gets her first job. Just wait,” bragged Lorena. “You’ll see her face in all the magazines!”

I frowned. Okay, my little step was definitely beautiful enough to model, but I thought fashion models were six feet tall and thin as whips. My little girl was about five four, and luscious everywhere … especially in the places that mattered.

“There’s a revolution going on in the fashion industry,” rushed Lorena. “They like girls with personalities even if they’re not skinny and Cleo was the perfect fit, just so photogenic with that glorious hair. You know,” she added helpfully, “redheads are especially in demand right now.”

I didn’t keep up with fashion but it sounded right. I mean, those tall thin girls weren’t sexy, all bony elbows and knobby knees, and I was already completely head over heels with my curvy nymphet. If I found her irresistible, why wouldn’t the world?

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