WHAT DID WE GET OURSELVES INTO? (FUTA/M/ORAL)

This is a ONE SHOT! NO MORE. So stop asking for more. If anyone wants to take it and go with it into another story, GO FOR IT! Please, JUST A ONE SHOT! It was a story I HAD to get out after seeing a girl on SEVENTEEN get her mouth practically filled with cum. That is the motivation, no pic. Just think of a forty something man filling a cute, late teenie mouth with his essence. It was hot. And no, don't ask where it is. I don't remember. Found it about four thousand sites ago. Use that image and read. Hope you enjoy. And by the way, I'm seeing a lot of people VIEWING the stories. Hey, say something. Good, bad, it sucked ass, ANYTHING. It kinda helps. Or give THANKS. That helps too. ENJOY!

WHAT DID WE GET OURSELVES INTO

“Goddammit, another root canal!” Jason Gearson screamed, reading the bill. “What the hell do we have to do to make Zoe brush her damned teeth?!!!”

“Um, don’t know. Let me think a minute,” Adriana, his wife said, thinking. “You know, she’s only fourteen.”

“Yeah? Well, she’s got more dental work than a seventy year old. What other kid do you know with half her teeth crowned, one tooth having to be pulled because it was so rotten that you could smell her across the house? And two dentures????!!!”

“I guess we’ll just have to walk her to the bathroom and walk her to bed,” Adriana offered, getting up from the kitchen table, laying the current issue of FUTIMES on the table. Jason grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down, twirling the issue about to read the cover. It posed the President’s wife showing off her bulge under a dress suit with a yellow title underneath: ‘Who’s the REAL boss in the Oval orifice?’

He giggled, mindlessly slurping his beer. He flipped through the pages. Gasping, he stopped on an article that made him almost choke on a mouthful of brew. ‘SEMEN AS A MOUTH GERM KILLER’.

He began to read and laughed out loud. “I got it honey. I know just what we have to do.”

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Dinner was a strained affair. Zoe knew the bill had arrived. Everyone knew she hated to brush her teeth.

“So Zoe, we have to sort out this teeth thing,” her father said, broaching the subject.

“Huh?” she grunted, playing dumb.

“Got the bill. Another root canal.”

“Oh. But daddy . . . .”

“STOP IT HONEY!”

This surprised her. She was looking at her father, yet the sound came from somewhere else. Turning, she saw that look, YOU KNOW THAT LOOK, that mother’s give.

“Um,” she said and gulped.

“You just can’t wait to spend yourself in your wastebasket. Yes, we know. Having a cock is nice, isn’t it? But there are consequences. And tonight, you will find out just what those will be.”

“Er, what? I mean, I’m really sorry Mom, Dad. Honest. I’ll really really try and do it all the time.”

“How many times have we heard that?