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Sleep still in his eyes, he came down the stairs rather heavily, his feet feeling as if they were made of lead. He could hear noises coming from the kitchen; the sound of water rushing into the sink, drawers gently sliding open and then closing again, the clink of mugs against each other, and the rummaging around for cutlery. Those sounds meant that Maggie was awake, and already starting the first phase of her morning routine. He knew her schedule well, she did the same things, in the same order every morning. Today was a Saturday, and on Saturdays, her morning routine differed slightly from the weekdays. The weekend’s meant that she treated herself to a breakfast of poached eggs and her special French roast coffee.He leaned against the door frame and observed Maggie pottering around the kitchen, smiling to himself as he checked her out. He loved the little cotton pajama shorts she wore. They were getting slightly too small for her, as her ass cheeks were hanging out of them, but he was not complaining at all. His morning wood flared up again, pulsing inside his boxer shorts. Maggie’s ass looked particularly spankable, he thought to himself. She did suit having her rear decorated with his red handprints.He came up behind her and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him, and her ass against his erection. She gasped first in surprise, escort kocaeli and then in delight as she felt the tent in his boxers rubbing against her.“Good morning,” she purred. He kissed the side of her head as he whispered his own greeting, the aroma of coffee filling the air, and her shampoo filling his nostrils. His cock found the crack of Maggie’s ass, her little cotton shorts straining over the valley of her generous cheeks. He rubbed himself against her, his cock also saying good morning to her.“Mmmm,” she breathed, her nipples hardening inside the old t-shirt she was wearing.He lowered his head slightly so he was closer to her ear, and, his stubbly cheek still against her head, he said, “Suck it.”Maggie straightened up from the shock of his statement, rubbing her ass more against his boxer-covered morning erection. “We can’t,” she said, trying to protest, but he held her in place. One arm around her waist, he used the other to tease her thighs, running two fingers up the inside of them. She moaned. “Travis…””Yes?”“We can’t… My mom…”Travis groaned, half in pleasure, half in frustration. Her mother had been here two days and she had already outstayed her welcome in their spare bedroom, which just so happened to be next door to the kitchen. Maggie upped the ante, grinding herself into him harder. He toyed around with the idea of grabbing her kocaeli anal yapan escort hand and leading her to the bedroom, but the idea of her sucking him in the kitchen, with the risk of getting caught was also very appealing. He gently thrust himself against her ass. His cock felt harder still inside his boxers, and the idea seemed to gain more appeal as well.“Suck it,” he repeated, his voice more demanding. He was now in a mood to dominate, and the thought of playing with fire and potentially getting caught by the monster-in-law ignited something in him.Maggie protested further but knew her own horny would get the better of her. “My mom…”“Your mother is never ever up before nine.”“It’s ten minutes to nine now, though.”“Well, then you had best be quick, little girl.”He spun her around quickly and watched as she sunk to her knees, never breaking eye contact with him. She looked up at him as she freed his cock from the boxer shorts, and he let out a low moan. He could have cum then and there from the eye-fucking she gave him, with those silvery gray eyes of hers. She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, and bought her mouth closer to his cock, extending her tongue and licking the head and tip. Travis’ head went back automatically, his mouth agape and breathing heavy.His hand found the back izmit yabancı escort of her head and he pushed her further on him, his cockhead passing her lips and entering the warm suction of her mouth. The tiles were cold on Maggie’s knees, and a dull ache was already starting to pulsate, but this was easy to ignore. Her nipples were stiff, and an errant hand lifted her shirt up and started tweaking them and pinching. She moaned around the cock that was starting to slide down her throat.Glancing down, Travis saw the look of pleasure on Maggie’s face and the movement underneath her thin t-shirt. He smirked to himself and watched the sight before him. If Rhonda wandered out of her room now, she’d be horrified; her little Margaret-May sucking dick in the kitchen. They all thought little Margaret-May was a quiet, shy, studious bookworm of a girl. How little they knew her. Travis knew the real Maggie, knew the real woman. He knew every curve of her body, and he knew the slut inside. But more than that, he understood her. He understood her need to be dominated, just as she understood his need to be the dominant one.She gagged on the cock that was trying to go further in her mouth and down her throat. With watery eyes, she looked up at Travis, seeking some sort of reaction from him.In between heavy, panting breaths, he said, “You like choking on Daddy’s cock?”Maggie moaned.“Good girl.”His eyes wandered to the large sunburst clock on the wall. It had been a gift from Maggie for his last birthday. She had done well, knowing how much he adored the mid-century modern aesthetic. “Nearly halfway there, little girl,” he said. “Six minutes.”

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