Don’t Talk Back to Your Mother_(0)

As Emily reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes glanced toward the top; there stood Don, her father.
His belt was undone; a sign that she recognized.
He nodded toward the doorway to her room.
“No,” she protested, “You can’t make me, anymore.”

There was no question of the sternness of Don’s voice when he said, “I said get up here… now.”
Her pleading eyes and frown had no effect on his emotion. He was pissed off that she had talked back to her mother, and she would receive her punishment.

She hung her head as she climbed the stairs and never looked up at him until they were inside the room and the door was closed, “Please, Dad, I’m sorry I talked to Mom like that. I’ll apologize to her and do anything she wants; please don’t make me do this, again.”
The whole time she was appealing to him, he was undressing. He never spoke a word as his undershorts dropped to the floor and his nine inches of hard cock sprang free. Laying his glasses on the chest of drawers, he walked the few steps to the bed, where Emily’s facial expressions were still begging him, “No, please, no.”
The end of his shaft was almost the exact level of Emily’s mouth as he reached for her hair. She knew it was useless to protest any more…
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He merely nodded his head toward his swollen dick and she responded. Bending slightly, she kissed the purple head and slipped her tongue from between her young lips. Don’s closed eyes and tilted head indicated how good it felt on his forty four year old cock.
Emily’s ministrations progressed to a warm, wet, open mouth; taking in half of the member with each bob of the pretty, blonde head.