Raven

She sounded interesting, so you pressed the button, Raven's name highlighted as a jingle played.

Moments later, in came Raven. But it wasn't Raven, a stripper, but your dad, in her cow-print work clothes and her huge cock buried into her breasts with a condom on the tip, her balls barely contained in her panties.

You look over to your friends, and realise they never once met your dad, as they drool and slavered over her. Your dad too didn't know your friends, yet did recognise you.

"A private party, is it? Some special occasion?" your dad asked as she stood in a wide stance, showing off all her heavenly assets.

"Yeah!" Nikki said.

"Our friend is getting married!" Charlie added.

"Please give her and amazing time!" Hilda finished, placing her hands on your shoulders.

"Oh, a hen do then?" your dad smiled knowingly, playing dumb since none of your friends ever met her. She made her way to you and sat by you, pulling you into her pillow-soft breasts. "There is some things we can do here, very special things, that few other places offer. And I think you all know what I mean."

You blush and turn away.

Dad only smiled as she stood and swayed about, showing off breasts that made all your friends gulp and drool over, a body blessed of the goddess of fertility and virility, perfect in all portions of her body. She then removed the strings that contained her breasts, her nipples already leaking. "Time to keep you girl's energy up."

All three of your friends indulged in the drinking of your dad's milk, grinding against her, moaning and groaning, eager for the woman they surrounded and worshiped with their mouths.

At your turn, you hesitate at first, embarrassed slightly that you were drinking you dad's milk in front of your friends, but since you loved that taste so much, you drank deeply from the tits, enjoying the cream in your mouth.

"The special service is always available, girls," dad sashayed her lush hips as she walked from the room with her top in hand. "Just call and I'll come."