Family Ties/Making her put a little show on for you.
With such a delectable offer on the table you decide to have some fun. You pull your hands out of her panties and spin her around, leaving Stacy leaning against the counter top with her blouse open and tits heaving as she replaces your missing hand at her pussy with her own. Stacy stares at you, desperate to cum and looking for you to provide for her.
“You know sweetie,” You start, taking a seat in a kitchen chair as you open your pants to release your straining member. “I think you need to make yourself cum while Daddy watches. Maybe then I'll be in the mood to give you a good fuckin’.”
“You want to see how slutty I can be?” Stacy whispers through clenched teeth. "Is that what you want?"
By the look on her face you’re unsure if she is so turned on she’ll do anything to cum or so pissed off that she is going to slap you. You prepare for either before she grabs her slacks and forcefully pushes them down.
"You want me to fuck myself with the kids only..."
Her voice lowers, her mind clearly wandering. She pushes her hand into her panties and shrugs the blouse off her shoulders. You have wondered recently why she's stopped wearing a bra around the house. If it has been to get more attention she hasn't been getting yours. Not until now. She pulls and twists a nipple while you slowly stroke your shaft.
Stacy's movements quickly become more impassioned and frantic. She quickly slides her panties down her legs to step out of them but she only partially manages and they remain caught on one ankle. Hopping up onto the counter behind her she spreads herself wide.
"Do you like this, baby?"
You nod in response. But she usually doesn't call you that.
As the show progresses and Stacy’s moaning gets a little louder you notice that she has glanced away more then a few times and you begin to wonder if you are the only ‘man’ in the house enjoying her performance.
“Oh fuck... Do you want me to cum for you? Oh God watch me cum for you!” She whispers.
Her eyes are darting around so much that you're not sure who she's talking to anymore. It’s only then you see him in the reflection of the microwave. Your son Timmy is peeking around the corner of the stair case, idly rubbing himself through his pj’s and watching his mother fuck herself silly. You admit that she is quite a sight to behold; her blouse halfway off, her panties barely hanging on by one foot, her legs spread open on the kitchen counter, all while her fingers hungrily squeeze and penetrate her body.
Stacy is on the cusp of her orgasm and it's now obvious this show isn’t for your benefit. Her glancing behind you and her rather abrupt change of tone makes you seriously suspect that her enjoyment is more related to the little peeping tom at the stair case than your advances. “Fuck! Oh yeah...” Stacy moans, with her eyes staring straight ahead.
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