Chapitre 3810: SHE NEEDS HIS CUM, URGENTLY
t was late at night, she was horny and there was very little she could do about it. She used her fingers, but there was a limit to the satisfaction they could provide. And like some foods, an hour later, she was hungry for more. It wasn't like during the occasional days when she was home alone and she could sneak into her parents' room and have a great orgasm using her mother's vibrator. Now, that was a tool! Time permitting, she could get herself off two or three times with it. If only she could get her own. It wasn't like she could just go to some website and order one, nor did she know where any stores were that sold them. She'd love to see a real penis as big as that vibrator; hell, at this point, she'd like to see a real penis of any size!
With a heavy sigh, Angie headed to the bathroom to clean up after her second masturbation session. In the hallway, she halted upon noticing the illumination at the other end. There were three upstairs bedrooms: hers, her brother's and a guest bedroom. Her parents' bedroom was on the ground floor.
What was surprising about the light was that it was not coming from underneath her brother's door, but rather, his door was opened about an inch. This was most curious because he guarded his privacy intensely. She often wondered what he must be hiding in there.
Her curiosity raised, Angie stepped as quietly on the carpet as she could. Heart pounding with excitement, she carefully moved her face as close to the opening as she dared. She stifled a gasp at the vision her eye beheld, and didn't know whether she was more thrilled to see the huge cock sticking up between her brother's legs, or the fact that he was pumping it furiously. It quickly occurred to her that if she masturbated it was only logical that her older brother did also. That also explained why his door was always shut tight.
Those thoughts aside, Angie stared in awe as Tad's hand flew up and down his shaft in a blur. She found herself breathing heavily and had to remind herself to be quiet. Her fingers involuntarily went to her pussy beneath her pajama pants, and the wetness they encountered brought her back somewhat to reality. She knew she should retreat to her own bedroom without risking being caught. However, she was too mesmerized to do anything other than watch.
The thrill of her life came a moment later as streams of pearly white liquid spurted from his dick into the air and landed on his fist, wrist and abdomen. Without skipping a beat, he used the drops that fell onto his hand as a lubricant and coated his shaft with it which only made him blast more from that tiny hole. It was all Angie could do to keep silent, and though she wanted to maintain her vigil until Tad was completely finished, she knew that to do so only invited adverse conditions.
With vibrant memories of what she had just witnessed stamped indelibly into her brain, Angie backed away, one hand still tucked firmly between her legs, and moved as rapidly and as quietly as she could back to her own room. She made absolutely certain her door was firmly closed, turned off the bright overhead light and made do with the dim beside lamp. She was barely back in bed before she had three fingers jammed into her well-saturated hole. She came in a body-shaking orgasm the likes of which she had only experienced a very few times with her mother's vibrator.
Still, when finished, she could not purge the image from her mind—not that she really wanted to. She had seen guys masturbating in videos on the Internet, but there was just something exhilarating about seeing it live and the fact that the big dick belonged to her brother.
The vivid images were enough to get herself off again almost as good as the first time, but as it was all she dreamed about, Angie awoke the next morning with her hand on her pussy and didn't hesitate to reward herself with another orgasm.
* * *
It was summertime, Angie had recently turned 18, graduated from high school and was looking forward to starting college in the fall. By the time she dragged herself out of bed, Tad had already left for his summer college classes and her dad was off to work, leaving only her and her mother—who had not left for work yet—at home. She decided to shower quickly to wash away any possible evidence of her sexual escapades, such as they were, before going downstairs to encounter her mother.
What she didn't realize when she did finally descended the steps was that she was deeply preoccupied with the exciting scene she had witnessed, and so, her mother, Maureen, found her to be somewhat distant. Her mom made small talk as Angie fixed a bowl of cereal, and after several questions went unanswered, Maureen asked, "Angie, are you alright?"
"What?" the girl asked, as her mother's voice finally penetrated.
"What's up with you? You appear lost in thought."
"Oh, uh, uh," Angie's mind scrambled to come up with an answer other than about the big dick her mind's eye was visualizing. "Just, uh, thinking about, uh, you know, going to college."
"I see." But Maureen didn't believe her daughter for one minute. The girl was too eager to go to college and had done too much in-depth research to be worried about it. "What were you thinking about it?"
"Oh, you know, just, uh, wondering what it's going to be like."
"Uh-huh. And why is that making you look flushed?"
"What? What do you mean?" Angie knew the moment she'd said it that she'd been defensive.
"Sweetie, what's really on your mind," Maureen asked in a softer tone, hoping her motherly timber would encourage her daughter to talk. The woman's mind began to fear the possibilities of what it might really be.
"Nothing, mom. Really. Just, you know, envisioning what it will be like."
Now, Maureen could see her daughter's breathing quicken a bit. Very casually, she sat at the table next to the girl and lightly placed her hand on Angie's arm, but in such a position as to gently feel her pulse. "I'm still not convinced." And then to call her bluff, she added, "I've never seen you like this. Did something happen?"
It occurred to Angie that her mom was fairly open-minded, and that if her mother used a vibrator, then maybe they could . . . talk about this. The woman was nothing if not persistent. And as long as she thought there was a problem, which she obviously did, she would not back down. Unfortunately, Angie was not clever or quick thinking enough to invent another plausible story.
Angie giggled, for effect, as though it was something comical, hoping the gesture would act as a buffer to diffuse any concerns her mother might have. "Well, it's kind of silly, really. I don't know why I was . . . well, anyway, I got up late last night to go to the bathroom and I noticed Tad's door was slightly ajar—" here, she ad-libbed "—so I thought I should check it out to make sure everything was okay. I mean, you know how he is about keeping his door closed."
"So, what did you see?" Maureen couldn't help asking, having an idea where this might be going.
"Well, I . . . he . . . he was . . . he was—"
"Masturbating?"
Angie's eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"It was the only way this story could go."
"I know it was wrong, but—"
"Why was it wrong? His door was opened, you passed by, you looked in."
Angie's relief was obvious. She took a deep breath and hung her head. "But I continued to watch."
Maureen smirked and gave an exaggerated single nod of understanding. "And what did you see?"
Angie took another deep breath, but couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "He has the biggest penis I've ever seen!"
Calmly, keeping her emotions in check, Maureen asked, "How many have you seen?"
"Uh, uh, well, I've only . . . only in pictures. You know, on the internet."
"Ah, you watch porn."
"Oh, no, no . . . well, maybe a couple of times." She was speaking rapidly.
"It's okay, sweetie. You're 18 now. I understand. Your body is changing. You're having urges and the sight of . . . those things . . . is stimulating." Maureen had noticed occasional bulges in her son's pants here and there that hinted at something impressive. "So, you continued to watch; what else did you see?"
"This is becoming an embarrassing conversation."
Maureen chuckled. "You're embarrassed to talk to your mother about sex?"
"It's not the kind of thing we normally talk about," Angie responded nervously.
"Well, you're older now," her mother reasoned. "We should talk more so I can make sure you're learning about sex properly. So, tell me what you saw."
Angie took a deep breath. "He, uh, you know—"
"Ejaculated?"
"Yeah. A lot." Her breathing quickened at the thought.
"And that excited you."
"Uh, yea-ah." Then she quickly looked up. "Was that wrong?"
"It wasn't wrong that you were aroused by what you saw," her mother confirmed. "Perhaps the fact that it was your brother might be considered, well, unethical. And of course, you shouldn't spy on him. He's entitled to some privacy. But since it was your first time, I think we can overlook it."
Angie felt a small amount of relief. "Okay, well, that's good."
"And were you aroused enough to go back to your room and masturbate yourself?"
With a frown, Angie said, "Mom, really? You're going to ask me that?"
"Are you afraid to admit that you masturbate also?"
"Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't. I'm just trying to gauge how aroused you were."
In a huff, Angie responded, "I was aroused, okay?"
"Calm down. I know you masturbate and there's nothing wrong with that. You don't need to be defensive."
"You know that I masturbate? What? Have you spied on me?"
"I didn't have to," Maureen calmly explained. "I know that you use my vibrator when I'm not home."
"What?" Angie was completely shocked.
"You don't always replace it correctly. I discovered that a while ago. Figured it had to be you." Maureen smirked and added, "And you're not denying it."
Now mortified, Angie got up and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on her door. "What?"
"Can I come in?" her mother politely asked.
"If you have to."
Opening the door, Maureen said, "I have something for you."
"What?" Angie asked in a calmer tone.
Her mother handed her a familiar box. Inside, of course, was the shiny bullet-shaped vibrator. A mixture of emotions ran through Angie, but mostly, she was stunned. "You're giving this to me?"
"Yes."
Angie's whole mood changed at this display of kindness. "I don't know what to say."
"Most people start out with a thank you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"But why?"
"I think you need it more than I do. I don't really use it that much anymore." Maureen again smirked. "Besides, I have other toys." She turned to go. "I'm going to leave you alone because I'm sure you're anxious to use it."
But Angie couldn't; not knowing her mother was somewhere else in the house and thinking that her daughter was getting off. But once her mom had departed for work, she didn't hesitate to jam the vibrator into her pussy and bring herself to an amazing orgasm aided by the clear vision in her mind of her brother stroking his big cock. She used it once more before family members came home from work, and again after she was certain they had all gone to bed.
Life was good again.
* * *
She tip-toed down the carpeted hall. Tad's door was firmly and disappointingly closed tonight, but there was faint light seeping from underneath, suggesting he was still up. She leaned as close as she dared to listen and thought she heard faint groaning; most likely the sound of masturbation. She grinned victoriously to herself. Resisting the urge to barge in, she carefully grasped the door knob and twisted rather than turned, and then pushed it open very gently. A one inch gap confirmed what she hoped to find, and the sizable tool that his hand gripped caused her to involuntarily gasp.
Tad looked up sharply, instantly noticing his door ajar. He quickly covered himself and said, "Hello? Who's there?"
Thinking quickly, she peeked her head in and said, "Oh, you're awake. I saw your light on and thought you might have fallen asleep without turning it off."
"Mom, what are you doing up here?" Tad asked with a frown.
"Couldn't sleep," she lied. "Just came up to check on things. Sorry if I interrupted something." She looked directly at his covered crotch and nodded at it. She could see that embarrassed him because he pulled the covers up even more. She moved to the edge of his double bed. "Mind if I sit?"
"Sure," Tad responded, but his tone didn't support his agreement.
Maureen noticed that one of his hands was under the covers most likely still holding onto his dick that had probably deflated, although she did detect slight movement; as though he was still trying to stroke it imperceptibly. "Whatcha doing?" Again she nodded at his midsection.
"Uh, just, you know," he shrugged.
"Jerking off?"
"What? Uh, no, no, I—"
"It's okay, Tad. No need to deny it. I know you masturbate."
He rolled his head around in annoyance. "Mom. Really?"
"Yes, I really know."
"I meant, you're really going to say something like that."
"I did say it."
"I meant—"
Maureen chuckled. "Lighten up, Tad. There's nothing to be ashamed of. And there's nothing we shouldn't be able to talk about. You are an adult now."
He huffed.
"Are you still as big as you always were?"
"What?"
"As a child, you always had a big penis. I was just wondering if it was still big."
"Seriously?"
"Let's have a look." Maureen reached for the covers, but Tad beat her to it, preventing her from pulling them down. "Oh, come on."
He didn't stop her from moving his hand and dragging the blanket and sheet down to expose his flaccid penis. Instead, he threw his head back and covered it with the crook of his elbow. He knew there was no stopping her when she was determined. He sucked in his breath when he felt her hand touch him.
"Still big," Maureen remarked, "but I bet it's really something hard." With that, she wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking. It responded quickly.
Though Tad growled in aggravation, he had to admit to himself that having someone else's hand on his penis—even his mother's—felt pretty good.
"Wow! That is impressive," Maureen gleefully commented.
"Thanks," Tad mumbled. "I guess." But as she continued to stroke it, he said, "Okay, mom, you can stop now."
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"Seriously, mom, you're going to jerk me off?"
"Don't tell me you're not enjoying this."
"Okay, I won't tell you." But secretly, he really was.
"So, what do you normally do to get yourself off," she wanted to know.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you watch porn, have pictures of naked women on your phone, what?"
"Does it really matter?"
But Maureen glimpsed his phone on the bed beside him. Seeing that he still had his eyes covered by his arm, she reached for it. The screen was still active. Whatever she expected to see did not prepare her for the shocking image that filled her vision: a photo of her in the shower. When she stopped stroking him to scroll through his pictures, he removed his arm to look up.
"Oh, no. Oh, shit!"
Maureen quickly recovered and instantly realized that she was not angry, and actually, not as surprised as she should be. "Well, this was unexpected, but I think I'm flattered."
"Mom, it's not what it looks like," Tad defended.
"No, Tad, it's exactly what it looks like," she countered, but not angrily. "This is premeditated. These pictures didn't get on your phone by themselves. You took them to purposely use to get yourself off, didn't you?"
With a deep breath of defeat, he answered, "I took them because . . . because . . . I think you're beautiful. Using them to . . . that was an afterthought."
That took some of the wind out of her sails; so much so, that she had an instant impulse. "Well, then, this going to really blow your mind." She slowly arose, removed her nightgown and stood before him totally nude.
Tad sucked in his breath and his cock pulsed.
In another move that took her son by surprise, Maureen eased into bed beside him, on her side facing him, and reacquired his cock in her hand, resuming pumping it.
Tad couldn't help staring at her magnificently rounded breasts. He was overcoming the shock of his mother's intrusion and his other "head" was beginning to do his thinking for him. He'd secretly fantasized about a moment such as this, but sexy and gorgeous though she was in his eyes, she had never shown any predilection toward this type of behavior, so he never expected his dream to come true.
"So, why me?" Maureen asked curiously. "Why not some other buxom woman off the internet, or your sister, even?"
He shrugged. "Women on the internet are not real. I mean, they're real, but just pictures. Angie is nice. She's really developing. But, you . . . you're . . . you're . . . way more beautiful."
"Aw, honey, that's sweet." Maureen really was touched. "Then why were you so resistant?"
"Well, mom, it's not like a mother and her son together is really acceptable."
"True enough, I suppose. But I'll bet it happens more than either of us thinks."
"Well, the porn sites think so. There are a lot of mother/son videos."
"And you would know."
"Sorry," Tad said with some remorse. "I'm depraved, but it has been a fantasy."
"Really? But you've made no advances."
"You and dad have always taught me to treat women politely and respectfully."
"And I'm glad to know you've paid attention. But you know what? It's a fantasy no more. You're bigger than your dad, you know."
"No, I didn't. Does that matter?"
"Not if you want your fantasy to remain a fantasy."
"I don't."
"I was hoping you'd say that." And with that, Maureen leaned in and pressed her lips firmly to her son's in what evolved into a very passionate kiss.
Tad had done his fair share of dating, he'd done some heavy kissing and feeling, though it had never resulted in sex, but no girl he'd ever locked lips with had ever felt like this. Sure, it was his mother whom he fantasized about, but it was still like nothing he had ever experienced. It was incredible and had him oozing pre-cum. He knew his mother felt the dribble because she immediately rubbed it into the skin of his shaft. She then reached for his hand and placed it on her breast, moving it around. He received the message that she wanted him to play with her tits. He eagerly obliged. Of course, that produced more pre-cum.
Rolling her onto her back, Tad gently held her nipple between thumb and forefinger and softly twisted it. He cupped her neck and chin to further experience the passion of their kissing, and then reached around her side to pull her closer. The feel of her body pressed to his was euphoric. He was so hard his penis felt twice its normal size. His mother must have felt it also because she grasped it more firmly.
Breaking the kiss and glancing down at her son's massive cock, Maureen brought her hand to her mouth and spread a generous layer of saliva in her palm. She then used it to lubricate her son's rod, allowing her hand to slide up and down more easily. She marveled over how wonderful he felt. Their lips came together again as she jerked him more firmly. She loved the feel of a penis in her hand when she was engaged in a hot kiss with her husband; a bigger dick only heightened the feeling.
And as good as all of that was, it was time for more. "Has anyone ever sucked you?"Tad's eyes widened and he sucked in his breath. He could only shake his head as anticipation mounted.
Maureen slithered down, rose to a squat, and then, taking her son's cock firmly in her hand and standing it straight up, she bent over but stopped short when the tip was an inch from her lips. This was to heighten his expectancy.
Little did she know, Tad's head felt like it was going to explode just from her warm breathing on the head of his dick.
Finally, Maureen took a couple of licks of the soft skin on the underside of his shaft. He exhaled heavily. When her lips encircled him just below the crown and slid down an inch, he couldn't help but let out a high-pitched whimper.
Once again, the fact that this was his mother whom he'd fantasized about giving him his first blow job, undoubtedly made this extra special, but that aside, just having his dick in a female's mouth was light years ahead of what he had imagined it would be like.
Maureen stretched out on her abdomen never losing hold of her son's penis and went into full bobbing mode. She believed that from the expressions on his face and the variety of sounds escaping his lips that this was incredibly exciting for him. But it was no less a thrill for her. Holding and sucking such a big cock that completely filled her mouth was intoxicating.
Though she didn't think as big, her husband was still a respectable size, and he generally satisfied her. So, she'd had no real plan in coming up to Tad's room other than, at the very least, to verify her daughter's claim of his size, which she now knew was not an exaggeration. She'd never really given much thought to incest and had certainly never planned to experience it. However, in anticipation of her son's endowment, she knew she might have to touch it to truly believe its size. That done, jerking him seemed to follow, and there were no regrets. However, each step aroused her more and she had to know it with her mouth. And as wonderful as that felt, there was no way she could leave this room without having that monster inside her.
She knelt to kiss him again, then asked, "Have you ever eaten a woman?"
"No," Tad answered, expectancy again blooming.
"Interested in doing it?"
"Hell, yeah," he eagerly answered. Of course, Tad had seen countless videos of guys performing cunnilingus on women. It took a few for him to warm up to the idea, and the more he saw, the more he knew he had to one day eat pussy. Once again, the fact that it would be his gorgeous mother's . . .
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs and he followed by moving into position. However, before he applied lips to lips, he took a moment to study the center of all creation. Of course, he'd seen up close pictures on the internet, and those were enticing. But to have a real one filling his vision seemed to make his cock grow again and he had this vision flash through his mind of becoming so aroused that his penis expanded to a size equal to his legs before it finally exploded. He shook his head to clear it.
Maureen took that as a sign of indecision. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Not on your life." And with that, he swooped down, tongue extended and just licked it from perineum to clitoris several times. Trying to recall what he'd seen guys do in videos, Tad pressed his lips around her vulva and actually sucked.
"Mmmm, yes," Maureen cooed. But when he drove his tongue into her hole, it was all she could do not to moan her pleasure very loudly. Tad then sucked on her button making her wild with excitement. "Oh, that's good! I thought you said you've never done this?"
"That's right. But I watch and learn and I think I know what to do." He kissed it like he was kissing her mouth. He then flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit and jammed his middle finger up her hole.
"Ooooohhhhh. You learned all of that from watching videos?"
"Mmmhmm," he answered without removing his mouth, now fucking her with his finger.
She could feel how wet she was from the combination of his saliva and her own secretions. It was stimulating, and she knew what she wanted to do with it. She pulled him up, kissing and licking the goo from his face. And then they settled into a nice loving kiss. Finally, Maureen could take no more. "Son, if you don't stick that big cock in my pussy, my head is going to explode."
"I know the feeling."
Tad then sat up on his haunches, pulled her already spread legs to him, and though he would have loved to be rough, he slowly, gently, slid his overly swollen cock into his mother's waiting, wet pussy.
Maureen could only emit a long whimper as she felt her son's cock fill her like none ever had.
Tad pumped slowly wanting to elicit as much feeling out of this as he could. Nothing had ever embraced his cock like this before. Her pussy was softer than he could imagine anything being. His head actually seemed to float on his shoulders and he had a sudden feeling that the lightheadedness would cause him to pass out.
Continuing his moderate pace, Maureen licked her fingers and rubbed her clit. She was surprised that her son was not pumping her at a maddening pace, but also grateful to be able to enjoy the leisurely fuck. Of course, it all revolved around him filling her completely.
Tad did finally straighten out into the classic missionary position, and again, his mother welcomed it. In her mind, this was how one made love. The others were how people fucked.
Maureen knew this entire experience would not allow her to last long, and sure enough, she started to feel the pangs of her orgasm. "Could you step it up a little, honey? I'm ready to come."
He did, and the thought that he was going to bring is mother to orgasm was heady. "Not going to be far behind. Surprised I lasted this long."
"Glad you did. Give it to me, but don't come inside me."
With her hands on his thighs, Maureen conveyed the pace she wanted him to maintain. Seconds later, she was stifling cries as she climaxed. She pulled him to her to mash their lips together, but that was his final straw, so he quickly pulled back, pulled out and sprayed her abdomen with copious amounts of white, pearly liquid."
"Damn, son, not only are you big, but you shoot a lot."
"I'm pretty sure I was stimulated beyond all that is reasonable. I've never shot that much just jerking off." He paused for a moment to roll onto his side facing her, then added, "For what it's worth, you took my virginity."
"Yes, I am aware of that. How do you feel about it?"
Tad grinned. "There's no one I would rather have given it to."
Maureen kissed him again. "You're such a sweetheart." Now, it was her turn to pause before continuing. "I know we're both feeling pretty terrific right now, and I don't want to put a damper on it, but as you pointed out earlier, what we just did is not generally acceptable in today's society."
"You mean incest?"
"Yeah. How do you feel about that?"
"I knew what I was doing and did it anyway."
"Okay, well, let's approach this another way. You experienced a number of firsts today, all of which someone who desperately wanted to experience those things might have sold his soul to the devil to experience."
"I wouldn't have said desperate. I think just eager is more accurate. And, mom, I don't have any hang-ups about it. And remember, you came to me."
"Okay, we'll let it go for now. But please, if at any time this becomes an issue for you, please tell me."
"I will. Now, I have a question for you, again keeping in mind you came to me. Does dad not satisfy you anymore?"
With a grimace, Maureen said, "Now, that's complicated. To answer your question, your dad does usually satisfy me."
"Usually?"
"You'll learn that sex is not always perfect. As to your other point, I didn't come to you with the intention of doing all that we did. I came because last night you left your door ajar and your sister walked by and saw you jerking off."
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry."
"Well, that's not the issue, it was bound to happen. And it's not about what she saw you do, but rather what she saw that you have."
"A big—"
"Uh, yeah."
"So, you came up to make sure I had closed my door?"
"Uh, well, that, too."
"What else?" But when she didn't answer right away, it dawned on him. "You wanted to see if what she said she saw was—"
"Yes, I admit, I wanted to see if what she said she saw is what she saw."
"And the rest?"
"The rest? Well, one thing led to another, and well, here we are."
"And I'm glad here is where we are. You asked me how I felt about the incest part of it; I have to ask you, how do you feel about cheating on dad?"
"Yeah, there is that, isn't there? Well, I do feel bad about it. I've never cheated on him before. But this time, well, I did give in to my emotions. At the same time, if you haven't picked up on it, I am a very sexual woman."
"I might have noticed," Tad remarked, tongue-in-cheek.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is I love your dad, I have no desire to leave him, but I have had urges for something different, and well, in a desperate moment I gave into that urge perhaps foolishly convincing myself that it was—I don't know—not really cheating to do it with you."
"You don't have to justify it with me. I understand. I was just curious. And for what it's worth, I'm still glad it was me you chose to do it with. And I will tell you, I hope it happens again."
"I'm sure you do," Maureen said getting out of bed. She used his discarded t-shirt to clean her belly. "But I make no promises." Putting her pajamas back on, she added, "I think we've tempted fate enough for one night. I need to get back downstairs." She kissed him one last time and was gone.
* * *
Hearing that her mom was about to vacate her brother's room, Angie quickly returned to her own bedroom.
* * *
Once again, the only light in the hallway was what faintly seeped from underneath Tad's bedroom door. Still, she tip-toed, but wondered why since she had purpose. He might even be expecting a visitor after last night. Whether he was or wasn't, tonight would still be a surprise.
At his door, she could hear the faint groans of him whacking off. She wondered if this was a nightly ritual, and then, at this particular time, or simply when the mood moved him. Even though her plan was to enter, she still wanted to peek first. There was just something arousing about watching a guy beating his meat, particularly this guy, and definitely this piece of meat.
"Oh, mom," she thought she heard him moan as he stroked himself. And then he saw the door ajar and whispered, "Come in. I was hoping you'd show up."
She did as he bade her and stepped quickly to his bed.
"Angie!" Tad scrambled to cover up. "What are you doing here?"
She'd debated with herself whether to mention that she'd heard most of what went on last night. If only she could have seen; surely it must have looked as hot as it had sounded! But she decided she'd only use it as her trump card. She wore her short pajama pants with no underwear and a thin matching tank top and knew her nipples were poking through the material. She could see his eyes were drawn to that. "I need your help."
"What kind of help?" There was agitation in his voice, and she suspected he might still be hoping for their mother to appear.
"I have a problem," Angie told him raising her knee and resting it on the edge of his bed. "I have an itch," she said as she pulled aside a pant leg to expose her hairless pussy. She'd been planning tonight most of the day so she made sure she was shaved smooth.
Rolling his eyes, Tad said, "Angie, you shouldn't be here. If mom catches you, there'll be hell to pay."
"Oh, come on, big brother. I watched you the other night and was mesmerized by your beautiful cock." She saw it move under the covers. "I want to see it up close."
"Angie, seriously. You're my sister. We can't do this."
She could have played her trump card now, but decided to wait a bit longer; particularly since there seemed to be no conviction in what he'd said. Her next move was to remove her top. She knew her breasts were not as big as her mother's, but they were proportionate to her frame and nice and round like mom's, and most importantly, they drew Tad's widening eyes.
Her heart beating wildly, Angie used the distraction to slide her hand under the covers to grab his dick. She was thrilled to find it still rock solid. Tad squirmed to free himself, but she maintained a firm grip.
"Angie, stop!"
"Why? You know you like this," she argued, moving her hand up and down his shaft. She felt it expand and contract, taking her breath away. "Tell me you don't like this."
"But you're my sister."
"And who better to teach me than you?" That made his cock jump again. She could see he was facing a dilemma. She believed he wanted her, but something was stopping him.
"But you know it's not right."
Angie was out of moves. It was time. "It wasn't right with mom last night, but you did anyway."
"You spied on us?" Tad asked incredulously.
"You left your door open night before last, I got up to go to the bathroom, passed by and looked in. I saw you jerking off and it was the most exciting thing I ever saw. I went back to my room and frigged myself to an amazing orgasm. I was hoping to see a replay last night, but mom beat me to it. But I have to say, just listening to the two of you was thrilling." She shrugged helplessly. "I just want to be with you, too."
She was so like their mother in so many ways, but in this instance, it was her perseverance, which like their mom, once she was determined to do something, there was no stopping her. So, with a heavy sigh, Tad lifted the covers from the side of the bed to allow her in. She let go of his cock momentarily to slide into bed, but once under the covers, she snuggled next to him and grabbed it again.
"Why are you so fascinated with my dick?" Tad wanted to know.
"It's the only real one I've ever seen, and it's so big! Can I see it?"
Almost disbelieving his luck—or was it misfortune?—two nights in a row, Tad threw back the covers. Angie slithered down to look at it up close and personal. Still holding it, she treated it almost reverently, rotating it around, levering up and down and side to side, and studying it from all angles. Using her thumb and forefinger on the head, she spread open the meatus and was amazed that the hole was as wide as it was. She giggled as droplets of pre-cum bubbled up. Knowing that guys like to have their penises sucked, and of course, having seen it in videos, curiosity had her swirling her tongue around the crown. She didn't expect it to be as soft as it was, and that prompted her to take more of it into her mouth.
"Nnnnngggggg!"
Angie took that throaty sound that Tad emitted as pleasurable, so she eased more of it into her mouth. Sliding her head back, with just the crown in her mouth, she ran her tongue around the ridge enjoying the groove and soft underside of his circumcised rod. Her pussy tingled at the thought of what she was doing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his balls move and remembered hearing or reading that women often neglected the scrotum in oral sex. Gently, she took his sack in her hand and tenderly rotated his testicles around. She'd never heard some of the sounds that were coming from him, but still believed them to be joyful, so she moved down to take one of his balls into her mouth.
"Oh, golllllly!" Tad groaned.
She swirled her tongue around his testicle and then did the same to the other. She had no clue if all of this oral stuff she was doing was good, except for the sounds he was making, so she sat up and looked at the twisted expression on his face and assumed it to be one of pleasure. To be sure, she asked, "Are you okay?"
"I thought you said you've never done anything before."
"I haven't," Angie confirmed.
"Well, you sure seem to know what you're doing. That was fantastic!"
With a wide grin, she thanked him. And with that, she was so stoked, she commanded, "My turn." She rolled onto her back sliding her shorts down and kicking them off all in one motion. She spread her legs in anticipation, but when Tad positioned himself to go down on her, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"You said it was your turn. I'm going to eat—"
"No, no. Some other time. Right now, I want to be fucked."
Now, Tad looked nervous. "Have you ever done it before?"
"I told you I haven't."
"I don't want to be the one to pop your—"
Angie rolled her eyes and chuckled. "I did that a long time ago with mom's vibrator."
That gave him some relief. "I don't have any protection—"
"I'm on the pill."
"Oh, okay."
"Now, stick that big fucker inside me."
He did, but was smart enough to go slow. Even though her hymen had been broken, she would still be tight and it might still hurt. But fortunately, she was extremely wet.
"Oh, yes, big brother, give it to me!"
"I'm going to be stretching you. Tell me if it hurts."
"It's great! It's perfect. Keep it coming!"
Surprisingly, Tad got it all in. He backed out slowly, and then went back in at an equal pace. It didn't take long for him to be able to pump moderately. "Everything okay?"
"It's marvelous!" Angie purred. "Just as I knew it would be."
* * *
Out in the hallway, Maureen stood with a mixture of emotions. Last night had been so spectacular for her, she knew she had to have her son again, and that was even after her husband wanted to fuck before going to bed. It had been good with him, but actually served as a primer for her to want to visit her son again after her husband was sound asleep and snoring. She made sure to clean his semen out of her for fear it might be a turn-off for Tad should he go down on her. However, now outside her son's room, she felt some jealously that he was fucking her daughter, yet at the same time, after Angie's reveal yesterday, in the back of Maureen's mind, she knew this would probably happen. The question was, should she simply walk away and let them at it, or go in and stop them or . . .
Though preoccupied with those thoughts, Maureen's hand automatically turned the doorknob to watch for a bit. In a twisted sort of way, it was erotic to watch her children fucking, but she was also struck by how poorly they were doing it. Before she knew it, she was standing beside the bed.
"Oh, shit!" Tad said, glimpsing his mother out of the corner of his eye. He rapidly pulled out of his sister and rolled onto his back, fumbling for the covers, but couldn't quite reach them and instead covered his crotch with his hands.
Maureen thought that was funny after their escapade last night and smirked.
Angie was a dear in the headlights, covering her pussy with one hand and her tits with the other.
"Well, I guess this was predictable," Maureen commented.
"I'm sorry, mom," Tad pleaded. "She started it. I tried to resist."
"Yeah, I've seen how well you do that."
"I'm sorry, too," Angie offered. "I just couldn't resist."
"Slide over," Maureen ordered.
Tad and Angie complied, sitting up.
Maureen sat next to Angie with Tad on the other side. "So, you know about last night?" she asked Angie.
"Yes."
Maureen shook her head. "I guess it's not your fault I raised two horny kids."
They both snickered.
"Well, that might be funny," Maureen pointed out. "But I have to be honest, you guys seriously lack skills in having sex."
They both laughed again, thinking she was being funny.
Cupping Angie's chin, Maureen said, "I'm not joking. I need to teach you two some things."
"Seriously?" Angie questioned.
"Yeah. Don't you want to know how to do it right, get the most out of it?"
Both absently nodded.
"I mean," Maureen went on, "I can't stop you two from doing this, so let's at least learn how to do it right." As she was saying that, she let her hand fall to her daughter's leg where she rubbed it up and down casually. "Well, somebody say something."
"I'm too stunned," Tad admitted. "I expected you to be furious."
"Well, after what happened last night, if I were, that would be hypocritical. Besides, last night was your first time, tonight is Angie's, better the two of you do it with each other than to risk doing with a girl or guy you only know casually and don't know about their past endeavors. At least you know you won't catch anything from each other. In addition, you are spared the embarrassment of doing it with a partner who may be more skilled and less patient. And if that's not enough, you have someone who loves you both and is willing to teach you. So, what do you say?"
"Well, when you put it like that," Angie said.
"Look, I know this is odd and not the usual lesson you expect from your mother, but I think we've already established that we're a different kind of family, and as we go through this, we'll probably learn a lot about each other and ourselves that we didn't know. Okay?"
"Okay," Angie readily agreed. "I think I'm actually starting to look forward to this."
"How much a part of this are you going to be?" Tad asked. "Just a teacher or . . . more?"
"I can tell by the tone of your question that you want the 'more' part."
"Well, after last night, yeah!"
"From what I heard last night," Angie noted, "I would love to watch the two of you do it."
Okay, well, I'm glad you want me to be that much a part of it, but there is only one condition. Your dad cannot know about this. In fact, we should probably have these sessions when he's not home. If I keep sneaking up here every night, the law of averages is going to catch up and we'll get caught. Everyone understand?
"Yes," the kids chimed in unison.
"Alright, then let's get started." Maureen reached over and moved her son's hands away from his crotch. "And we need him good and hard before we can do much else, so let's start with a good hand job." She then took her daughter's hand and wrapped it around Tad's growing cock. "Now, you're in control, Angie. Don't be afraid of it. Hold it firmly and move your hand up and down. You can add a little saliva to make it glide easily." As Angie did that, her mother went on, "You can twist your hand a little for added effect. And don't be afraid to play with his balls. Guys like that." Without waiting for her daughter, Maureen reached over and caressed her son's scrotum.
Tad groaned his pleasure.
"That's it," Maureen said. She grabbed Tad's shaft and stroked it herself a bit. "Yes, he's nice and hard again. There. Now, that's a fuck stick!"
They all laughed at that remark.
"Wanna see him get even harder, Angie?"
She grinned. "Sure."
Maureen turned her head and planted her lips on her daughter's and kissed her like she never had before. Though surprised, Angie had wondered how it might be like to do it with another female. And at this moment, she was in such a high sensual state that anything sexual was on the table. So, she kissed her mother back.
"Whoa!" Tad exclaimed.
And both women felt his cock tighten.
"See what I mean," Maureen said.
"You do women, too, mom?" Tad wanted to know.
"I did when I was in college. You know, just girls fooling around. Nothing serious. But it occurs to me I fucked you, might be fun to fuck Angie, too. If she'd be willing."
"Mom, I'm so horny right now, I'll do anything."
"Well, maybe we'll get to that."
But Angie cupped her mom's face and pulled her back for another sloppy kiss.
"Don't be shy, Tad. Play with her tits."
He did, playing with one and sucking the nipple of the other.
While the females were swapping spit, Maureen reached over and resumed stroking her son. "What do you say, Angie? This cock is as hard as its going to get. Ready to have it back inside of you?"
"Oh, yeah!" Without instruction, Angie rolled onto her back and spread her thighs.
Tad didn't need to be told to crawl between his sister's legs. He squatted, draping her limbs over his. Once again, he entered his sister slowly, driving his pole all the way in.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Angie whimpered.
Tad pumped moderately with short strokes.
Seeing the dreamy look on her daughter's face, Maureen told them, "You two can kiss while you're fucking. It enhances the experience."
They did, but it seemed Tad had difficulty concentrating on doing two things at once.
Angie turned her face toward her mother to end the kiss and said, "No offense, big brother, but I'd rather be kissing mom. She's much better at it."
"Don't blame you one bit. So would I."
To be accommodating, Maureen locked lips with her daughter for a minute and then did the same with her son. To do so, mother had to lay extremely close to her fornicating children, so she pushed Tad's legs together arranging him in the missionary position, and then lifted Angie's leg and rested it on top of her own thigh. She also reached over and placed her palm on her son's buttock to control their pace and to get him to take full thrusts. "All the way out and back in," she whispered in his ear. "Make every thrust count. Make her feel each one." She got up and knelt behind Tad. "Show you what I mean."
Maureen spread her daughter's legs wider, grabbed her son's hips and pushed and pulled as she wanted him to do. She then cupped his scrotum and the base of his cock, less for instructional purposes and more because she was getting pretty aroused herself and wanted to do more than just watch. "Work on your kissing, both of you. Pretend you're kissing me."
They complied, and after several seconds, both emitted throaty sounds of enjoyment.
Meanwhile, Maureen stripped down to be completely nude like the others. She rolled over onto her side and reached between the two to play with Angie's clit. That really got her daughter going with moans and heavy breathing.
"I'm gonna come," Angie announced.
"Keep up your pace, Tad," Maureen instructed, whispering in his ear so she didn't break her daughter's concentration. "Don't let her lose it."
Seconds later, Angie exploded in a massive orgasm, eyes rolled back in her head, muscles straining.
"Keep it up until she's finished Tad."
"How will I—"
"You'll know." Maureen saw Angie open her mouth to scream out her pleasure so the woman pressed her lips to her daughter's to prevent her from waking up their father.
It was further stimulation for Angie, so she wrapped her arms around her mother's neck to prolong the passionate kiss. Several seconds later, Angie went limp, but still breathing heavily.
Maureen pushed against her son's abdomen to signal him to pull out of his sister.
He did, but complained, "I didn't come yet."
She smirked. "Guess you'll have to do me."
That brought a wide smile to his face.
"But we're going to do something different. On your back," Maureen ordered with a gesture. She quickly mounted him cowgirl and started bouncing.
"Oh, I like this," Tad remarked.
Maureen used all her skills, pivoting back and forth and rotating around in circles.
"This is amazing!" Tad exclaimed. "Angie, you need to learn to do this."
"Bet your ass I will!" She had recovered, sitting up slightly and scooting over next to her brother. She leaned forward so that she and her mother could kiss some more. The woman was an amazing kisser. Didn't even feel like she was kissing her mother.
Maureen reached over and rubbed her daughter's pussy while they kissed.
"Hey, don't leave me out," Tad protested.
His mother switched over giving her son the wettest, sloppiest kiss she could, shoving her tongue in his mouth and licking his teeth and lips.
It was more than he could handle, and he quickly warned, "I'm gonna come," and did before his mother could move off of him.
Feeling her son blow his wad inside of her was thrilling and triggered her own orgasm as well. She writhed and shook, threw her head back and did her best to growl her pleasure as quietly as she could.
Her kids watched in amazement. But before she had completely come down, Tad was apologizing. "I'm sorry, mom, I didn't mean to come inside of you. It just happened so fast."
"No worries. I'm protected. And I've already fucked your dad so he's down for the count. The only reason I didn't let you do that last night was because I didn't want to risk him waking up and touching me. That won't happen tonight."
"This is the most incredible night of my life!" Angie said. "I feel so good. Can't wait for you to come in me, Tad!"
"Can't wait to do it. Give me a half hour or so."
Maureen eased out of bed and scooped up her clothes. She headed for the door without dressing.
"You're going back to your room naked?" Angie asked.
"Gonna go clean up in your bathroom first. You guys don't stay up too late."
When she left them, Tad and Angie were lying next to each other and he had his arm around her. Naked as the day they were born, it was a cute, if not unusual, sight. An hour later, still not asleep, particularly knowing that her children were more than likely fucking like rabbits, Maureen once more eased out of bed and headed upstairs for a peek. She was both amused and surprised to find them both in the same position as when she left sound asleep. In good motherly fashion, she covered them and turned out the lights.
Who would have ever thought their lives would come to this?
* * *
And so it went. Tad and Angie began having sex regularly. Some nights she would go to his room, other nights he would go to hers. The siblings resisted spending the entire night together for fear of their father catching them. He rarely came upstairs, but they didn't want to gamble on him choosing a moment of weakness for them to make an appearance.
Likewise, there were threesomes with their mother, though not as regularly as Tad and Angie got together, but often enough, and only when dad wasn't home. Those were always in one of the children's bedrooms, again to avoid dad coming home unexpectedly.
It was a time of big excitement for the siblings being able to have sex almost as often as they wanted, and then the threesomes. For Tad, being able to fuck two different women was unbelievable, not only because it was two different pussies, but also because they were both good in bed. Of course, his mother was fantastic in both skill and the experience of a mature vagina. And Angie was rapidly learning all of their mother's tricks, and it was just pure fun fucking a young, tight pussy.
For Angie, it was a thrill not only being able to have as much sex as she wanted, but also learning how to do it properly to get the most out of it. And then there was having it heterosexually and homosexually. She was coming to understand that doing it with another woman was as exciting as with a man. In her mind, an orgasm from a male had a different feel from one with a female. She and her mom had gotten together a few times when Tad and dad were not home. She wondered, but didn't feel the need to ask, if the same thing happened when she and dad were not home. Did mom and Tad get together?
But as much fun as all of this great sex was, Angie felt that there was one element lacking. Her brother was getting to have sex with two women while she was only fucking one guy. She started thinking about wanting to broaden her experience by having sex with another man. Only two options occurred to her: one of the guys from school who might or might not be good in bed, and she had no specific person in mind, so that could be a gamble; or her dad. Surely, he was experienced. Her mom claimed he satisfied her, but she could certainly understand her mom's desire for variety. The question was, if her mom was so concerned that he not find out about their threesomes, what would he think about having sex with his daughter? For Angie, just as the concept of sex with her brother and her mother was as thrilling as the sex itself, the thought of sex with her father was as much a part of the exhilaration as having sex with another man was.
Angie considered talking to her mother about them trying to bring their dad into their bed, but again, she considered how careful her mother was to make sure he did not find out about them and nixed that idea. That also made her wonder why her mom didn't want her dad to know. Was he straight-laced when it came to sex and not open-minded like is wife? And if Angie tried to seduce him and he resisted, what would happen?
On the other hand, she'd always had a great relationship with her father. He referred to her as daddy's girl. Was her mom afraid that sex would destroy that image? Surely he could see that his daughter was developing. A man seeing that his little girl was growing into not only a woman, but a hot looking one, had to put thoughts in his head.
Angie pondered this dilemma for several days until one Saturday her mom was out shopping and wouldn't be back for hours, and her brother was off with his friends and similarly would be gone for a while, leaving her and her dad home alone. He was busy in his office paying bills or something. She knew he wanted to watch some golf tournament on TV and an idea quickly hatched. She went to her room and stripped, and then dressed in a white blouse that was somewhat see-though with no bra. She didn't button it, but rather gathered it and tied it just under her breasts. She also put on a very short jean skirt with no underwear. Finally, she went into the family room, turned on the TV and found something to watch, arranging herself somewhat on her side with her legs up and bent to show as much thigh as possible.
As she hoped, a brief while later, her dad came in to watch his golf show. As he sat, he said, "Hey, sweetie, whacha doin'?"
With her most alluring smile, she answered, "Just watching TV."
"Uh, huh, well, you know, it's my turn to watch golf."
"Aw, come on, I'm watching my show," she pleaded, though with very little conviction and just enough playfulness.
"It's time for my show. Don't make me pull rank." His tone was likewise light.
"What are you going to do?" she teased.
"Do you really want to find out?" he asked in mock firmness.
"Yes," she answered defiantly.
And with that he reached for her leg to tickle her foot.
"Don't you dare tickle me," Angie protested, but she really wanted him to touch her. They used to play this tickling game when she was younger, but hadn't done it in a while; about when she started growing breasts it suddenly occurred to her. She twisted and writhed to play it up though it didn't really tickle as much as she pretended it did. She let him do it, enjoying his hand on her leg.
Suddenly, he stopped. "Why aren't you wearing a bra?"
"Seriously?" Again her objection was not forceful. "It's more comfortable just relaxing around the house."
He considered that a moment, "You ought to at least button the shirt. You should be careful letting those things hang out," and then went back to tickling her.
Once more, she went on with the charade, and her gyrations caused his hand to actually brush against her breast. If he realized he did that he didn't acknowledge it, instead reaching for and grabbing the TV remote control from her hand. She didn't fight for it back because her leg ended up draped over his with her calf resting against his crotch. Again, if he was conscious of it, he said or did nothing about it. That was encouraging.
She rapidly debated with herself whether to leave it and see how long it lasted or take this to the next level. Impatient, she said, "I'm going to get you back, Bob." When she was really serious about something, she sometimes called him by his name. Withdrawing her leg, Angie squatted beside him and attempted to tickle him back on his sides. He squirmed to resist, but she didn't know if it was real or if he was also just playing. But their continued wrestling of sorts resulted in him sliding to an almost supine position on the sofa.
Instantly seeing an opportunity, Angie quickly mounted him at his waist, her rear end resting against his crotch, all the while continuing to tickle him. Then, without thinking about what she was doing, merely acting on an impulse, she pulled apart her blouse, exposing her tits, and shook them in his face.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he protested, pushing her back. "What did you just do?"
She had gotten so into the fun, she almost didn't realize what she had done. "What do you mean?"
"You know."
And then it occurred to her what she had done. So, she said, "Just being playful."
"Angie, I'm your dad."
"Oh, come on, dad, can't we just have a little fun?"
"It's not right, Angie."
She noted that there was no anger in his voice; almost as though he was saying what he was saying just because he thought he should, or at least, that's what she read into it. "Dad, don't you know girls dream about their dads?" They hadn't changed positions, and while they were talking, she had subconsciously raised his shirt to expose a few inches of his belly and was letting her fingers dance on it.
"Dream how? What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about. Haven't you ever thought about me? Watching your little girl grow into a woman and . . . well . . . you know, wanting more from me."
"I have watched you grow into a beautiful young woman, but I can't want more from you."
"Even if I want you to?"
"It's wrong, Angie. Dads and daughters don't—"
"But I'm having needs, daddy," she said in that voice that girls use on their dads. "I want to experience things. I want you to . . . teach . . . me.
"Teach you what?"
"Do I have to spell it out? Sex, daddy, I want you to teach me sex."
"That's not the kind of thing dads teach daughters."
"Then how am I supposed to learn?" Angie retorted in a slightly argumentative voice. "Some boy at school in the back of his car?" She could feel him getting an erection and felt a small victory. She lifted her skirt to reveal her bare pussy. "I'm ready now."
He sucked in his breath at the sight.
She felt his cock pulse against her ass and decided to call attention to it. "You see, you're interested."
"Of course, I am. You're beautiful. But that doesn't make it right, even though you do make a good argument."
Now, she actively undid his pants, but slowly. He didn't stop her from easing his zipper down and pulling back the waistband of his underpants. She gasped when his hard cock popped up straight as a flagpole. She'd heard her mom tell Tad that he was bigger than their dad, but Angie didn't see it, and wondered if her mother had been just trying to make her brother feel good.
Angie wasted no time in taking it in her hand and stroking it. "It's everything I imagined it would be."
"You planned all of this, didn't you?"
She shrugged.
"You're not going to give up on this, are you?" There was no determination in his voice.
"Nope."
"You're as bad as your mother. And she can't know about this."
"Why would I tell her?" Angie bent down to take her father's penis into her mouth. She'd become very adept at sucking dick, but cautioned herself not to show too much expertise"You seem to know what you're doing," Bob noted with a groan.
Angie kept him in her mouth to buy her time to think. "I've done my research. You like?"
"I'm ashamed to admit that I do and that I'm giving in to you."
"It'll be alright. You're not forcing me to do anything against my will." She sucked him for another minute until he stopped her.
"If you're going to flaunt these things," he said, reaching up to undo her tied blouse, "let's see them." Once they were free, he cupped them and gently caressed them. "You get these from your mom."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"As it was meant."
"I love you touching me, daddy." Angie removed her blouse completely. "Does mom satisfy you?"
"Yes, she does. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. Do you satisfy her?"
"I haven't had any complaints."
"Have you done any other women?"
"That's not very polite question to ask. But, no, not since I've been married to your mother."
"Well, you're about to. How do you feel about that?"
"I would never cheat on your mother with anyone else, but you're a sexy little vixen and I have to admit you're difficult to resist."
Angie pulled his pants and underwear down and off. He sat up with his feet on the floor and she again straddled him. His cock was now resting in the crack of her ass and against her back. She raised herself up enough to move behind his rod. Now, it was nestled between her legs and against her moistened pussy. She cupped the top of it and pressed it more firmly against her, feeling its delightful hardness. She moved it side to side rubbing against her clit.
Both father and daughter moaned.
"That's not bad, is it?" Angie purred.
"Not bad at all."
Angie raised herself again, this time just enough to slide his cock into her waiting pussy. Again, both emitted soft, throaty sounds of pleasure as her vagina sheathed him in its warm, moist embrace.
"Oh, my! This feels amazing!" Angie moaned. It really did. Now, she was certain her mother had been just trying to make Tad feel good. There was no way his cock was bigger than their dad's. It truly felt wonderful inside of her, so much so that she just sat there feeling it pulse. She could probably come from just this.
"Is something wrong?" Bob asked.
"Oh, no, daddy," Angie answered, realizing that he had mistaken her inactivity. "I'm just enjoying having you fill me."
"I thought maybe it hurt from . . . you know—"
"Breaking my hymen?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, don't tell mom, but when I'm home alone, I sometimes sneak in and use one of her vibrators."
"And that broke—"
"Yes."
"Your secret is safe with me."
Angie started slowly rotating her hips as her mother had taught her to do when she was on top. She loved the way a cock felt when it rubbed the walls of her vagina with this motion.
"Mmmmm," her dad moaned. "I like the way that feels."
"Mom doesn't do that for you?"
"Yes, she does, but truthfully, you're a little tighter."
Switching it up, Angie pivoted back and forth, and then alternated up and down. She really did love the way her dad felt inside her. It definitely was different from her brother, and as good as Tad was, she had to admit to herself that her father was better. Of course, the fact that it was her dad certainly contributed to the bias. She couldn't help but throw her arms around his neck and hug him. "I love you, daddy. Please really fuck me."
It was emotional for Bob also. But he never would have imagined his daughter using such language. And yet, there was just something about her he couldn't resist. So, he lifted her off of him and arranged her on her hands and knees, and then re-entered her from behind in the classic doggy-style. He plowed her with moderate strokes.
"Harder, daddy, harder!"
Bob complied.
Angie had already been keyed up and their little repartee beforehand had stimulated her even more, and the fact that it was her dad fucking her all added up to a quick orgasm. "Oh, dad, this is fantastic! I'm already gonna come! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She buried her face in a pillow so she could scream as loudly as she wanted. She climaxed with an intensity she had never before experienced with her brother, or mother. "Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy!"
Likewise, when Bob first noticed that his daughter was dressed so scantily, he started becoming aroused, and their little tickling/wrestling match only served as further stimulation. Then she straddled him and sat on his cock and it was all he could do to keep it from pulsing so she would feel it. But, by then, he was powerless from stopping her from doing whatever she wanted—even though he unconvincingly tried. He didn't want to show too much enthusiasm when she sucked him, but it felt incredible to be in her mouth. And finally, when she slid his cock inside her tight, wet pussy he thought his head would explode. Now, he knew that his dick was ready to detonate. "I'm gonna come!" he mumbled through gritted teeth.
But when Angie felt him start to pull out, she urged, "No, no, come inside me. I'm protected."
And by then it was too late and he blasted her pussy with gobs and gobs of his thick, gooey semen. And he kept coming like he hadn't with his wife in some time. He was pumping so forcefully that much of his jism was being forced back out, dripping down his balls and her thighs. Finally, he felt as though his nuts had deflated and he pulled out and fell into a sitting position.
"That was unbelievable, daddy! I never knew it could be so good. You were spectacular!"
Breathing heavily, Bob grinned. "Thanks, sweetie. You were quite something yourself."
"Do you think the fact that were are daughter and father made it better?"
"No, I don't think that," Bob said to her frown. "I know it."
That brought a wide smile to her face. "Let's do it again."
"Wish I could, sweetie. But the older a man gets, it takes him a while to recharge and I don't think we have time before your mom gets home. You better go get cleaned up."
Disappointedly, Angie complied.
* * *
Angie was so well satisfied that later that night when Tad came to her room, she brushed him off by telling him she was too tired, which was really not far from the truth. She had relived the time with her dad over and over in her mind and couldn't wait for it to happen again.
Tad was miffed because it was the first time his sister had denied him sex in the few weeks that they had been doing it. He went downstairs to the kitchen for a late night snack to compensate, and his mother was still up folding clothes. She could see dismay on his face.
"What's the matter?" Maureen asked.
Not wanting to talk about it out loud, Tad went over to her and whispered, "Angie didn't want to fuck." He said it as though it was a foreign concept.
Maureen shrugged it off. "Well, you can't expect someone to want to do it all the time. Maybe she really was tired, maybe she was on her period, or maybe she just didn't want to."
"Doesn't help me," he remarked, pulling down the elastic of his pajama pants to reveal his throbbing hard-on."
With a smirk and a shrug, Maureen gave the old jerk-off gesture with her hand.
"That's no fun anymore, but I guess I'll have to."
But the sight of his delicious cock was too inviting, so Maureen held up her finger telling him to wait. She walked quickly to her bedroom, peeked in, closed the door quietly and returned. She then dropped to her knees and sucked his dick and balls until he rewarded her with a mouth full of cum. She stood and opened her mouth to show him his deposit, and then before he could react, she pressed her lips to his forcing him to taste his own semen.
Tad quickly pulled away with the most disgusted look on his face as he had no choice but to swallow. He saw his mother grinning as she swallowed and licked her lips as though it was delicious.
"What'd you do that for?" he wanted to know.
"It's part of the experience, son. I think it's hugely erotic, and so will a lot of girls you'll have sex with. Get used to it."
"Oh, boy!" he said facetiously as he trudged away up the stairs to his room.
Maureen couldn't help but giggle as she licked a dollop of his cum from her lip.
* * *
She lay spread-eagled in her bed, the feeling of her dad's massive cock sliding in and out of her filling her with—
Angie quickly opened her eyes as she realized the dick she was feeling was not—
Tad was plowing her as sunlight filled her room.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She didn't know whether she was more upset that he was fucking her without asking or that he had ruined her dream about her dad.
"That's what I'm doing."
"Ha-ha," Angie retorted curtly, but with no humor in her voice. "What gives you the right—"
"You guys starting without me?" Maureen asked, entering the room and stripping.
"What are you guys doing?" Angie demanded.
"It's Sunday morning," her mom reminded. "Your dad is off to play golf. It's our regular threesome."
"Dad left already?" Angie asked, not realizing the disappointment in her voice.
Her mom picked up on it but let it go.
"Tad started fucking me before I was awake," Angie reported in annoyance.
"I don't mind being awakened like that sometimes," Maureen said with a grin.
"But I was having good dream."
"What about?" Tad asked.
"Doesn't matter," Angie shot back.
By now, her mom was laying in her bed beside her. "Okay. You want to pass up this opportunity to go back to sleep?" There was some incredulity in her voice.
"I'd like to wake up first," Angie said.
"Fine." Maureen spread her legs. "Come here, Tad."
Tad pulled out of his sister, knee-walked sideways, and stuck his greasy cock covered with Angie's juices into her his mother.
"Mmmmm," Maureen moaned. "Soooo, good. Been wanting this ever since you stormed off last night."
"What are you guys talking about?" a still groggy Angie asked.
"Last night when you wouldn't fuck me, I went downstairs and mom was still up so she sucked me. I came in her mouth, and then she kissed me with it and I had to swallow my own cum," Todd reported distastefully.
That brought Angie to full wakefulness as she envisioned that scenario. "I would have loved to have seen that. I bet it was hot!" But she was also imagining her and her dad doing that.
"See?" Maureen said. "Girls think that's hot." As Angie just laid there with more thoughts about her and her dad, her mom asked, "Are you okay, honey? You seem preoccupied."
"What?" Then realizing that her dreaming might get her into trouble, she said, "Just trying to wake up. Guess I was sleeping pretty soundly." Though she wasn't really in the mood, Angie realized she needed to pretend she was. She didn't do anything with Tad last night and if she opted out right now, they might become suspicious.
"So, are you going to participate?"
Angie grinned. "Only if Tad agrees to swallow his cum again."
"Ugggg!" he growled.
But in the end, he did reluctantly, and it was the only part of this morning's threesome that Angie enjoyed. She joined in and even pretended to have a bigger orgasm than she really did, but after yesterday with her dad, she just wasn't into it.
Of course, she didn't realize that her mom saw more than she thought.
* * *
Later that afternoon, Tad announced that he was going to the library at the university to study and not to worry about him for dinner. A while later, Bob returned from his golf game and hit the shower, and then Maureen said that she was going to do the weekly grocery shopping.
All Angie saw was an opportunity. As soon as her mother departed, she ran upstairs and donned her seduction outfit from the day before, again sans underwear. She then returned downstairs to watch for the right moment. She knew her dad was going to watch the remainder of the golf tournament from yesterday, but he was not in the family room. She checked his office, but finally found him in the kitchen preparing a snack.
Bob was at the kitchen counter, his back to Angie. An idea instantly occurred to her so she entered quietly and eased herself up on to the island counter. She crossed her legs to show as much thigh as possible. "Hi, daddy," she greeted in her best bedroom voice. "Whacha doin'?"
He continued what he was doing and didn't turn around. "Hey, sweetie. Just fixing something to munch on to watch the rest of the tournament."
"I've got something you can munch on." She uncrossed her legs, pulled up her skirt and spread her thighs to show her bare pussy.
Bob finally turned around. He did a double-take, not expecting to see what he saw. He shook his head, realizing that he shouldn't really be surprised. "You're incorrigible."
"I think what you mean is horny . . . for you."
"Why are you so eager to have sex with an older man?" he wanted to know.
"Because a couple of my girlfriends have had sex with their boyfriends and it sounded like the boyfriends didn't know what they were doing," Angie explained.
"I see. And as horny as you claim to be, you've never done it with a boyfriend?"
"I don't have a boyfriend, so no, I haven't done it with one." She noticed him very casually reach down and adjust his cock. She smiled inwardly that he was getting an erection.
"Why is that? Why don't you have a boyfriend? A girl as hot and attractive as you?"
"I do have some friends that are boys," Angie clarified. "But none that I want to be in a relationship with. I haven't found one who is, you know, mature enough." She reached out and gently pulled him to her. He didn't resist. She wrapped her legs around him, which pressed her naked pussy against his crotch and she felt his penis pulse.
"I guess that's admirable that you know what you want in a boy," Bob mused, "and that you aren't just screwing around with anyone."
Forcing her hand down his pants, Angie latched on to his rock solid cock. He groaned as she tenderly stroked it. "This is safer."
"Can't argue that."
Next, Angie drew back her feet and hooked her toes in his waistband and used her legs to push his pants down as far as she could before gravity took over and they gathered around his ankles. She continued to stroke him making certain to caress his balls. That earned her another moan. With her other hand, she gently grabbed him by the neck and pulled his face to hers. It was a delightful kiss, firm and meaningful; not suck-face like Tad, or tender like her mom. She forced her tongue in. He was receptive, allowing their glossas to dance. Now, throaty musical notes of joy sounded in her neck.
While their lips were still attached, while her hand still held his penis, Angie guided it into her moist vagina. Having had it there yesterday, she knew what it would feel like, knew what she wanted it to feel like, and when it did, all she could emit was a garbled sigh of pleasure.
Bob's groan was a little more guttural, but no less of delight.
Angie grabbed her father's buttocks, pushing and pulling to get the fucking started. Her dad easily got into the rhythm. What was also exciting about both yesterday and today was the locations. Previously, all the sex she'd had had been in her bed or Tad's. Doing it on the sofa and now the kitchen counter lent a new thrill to the experience.
Bob, as yesterday, untied her shirt and spread it apart to play with her tits. He rubbed his fingertips against the flat end of her nipples causing her to shiver and giggle. He then twisted and pulled on them eliciting moans. Finally, she forced his head down to suck them. That was the best, feeling his tongue swirl around her areola and the pressure of his suction.
His big cock filling her was intoxicating with his gentle back and forth pumping. The fit was so snug, she could feel the rim of the head of his penis drag along the walls of her vagina. Nothing she could think of or imagine felt any better. It was so good, she allowed herself to lay back on the counter.
Bob pulled her pussy closer to the edge of the counter for better thrusts, lifting her legs against his chest and shoulders. He took firm hold of her hips for better traction. Each inward push brought a mewling sound from her throat.
What could be better than to just lay here and be fucked, Angie wondered. Without thinking, she turned onto her side. Her dad barely missed a stroke. Her legs together made it even tighter. "Oh, yes," she cried.
Bob lifted her top leg up for something to hold on to. Angie bent her lower leg and wrapped it around his butt.
"Oh, yeah, daddy. Fuck me!"
A man didn't always like to hear his daughter use profanity, but in this instance, it was an aphrodisiac and he fucked her a little harder.
"Yeah, daddy. That's it! Ah, ah, ah," came out on every stroke. "I'm gonna come, daddy. Come with me."
Bob again stepped up his pace to comply. Feeling his daughter's body tighten as her orgasm rippled through it served as further stimulation for him. He felt his balls starting to churn. He tried to hold off because he could see that Angie was having a massive climax as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth gaped open in some odd shape and her fists clenched. Finally, she relaxed and not a moment too soon. He let loose his own barrage, again filling her with buckets of cum as he had yesterday. It oozed back out of her pussy, down her leg and puddled on the counter top.
"Well, well, what have we here?"
* * *
Halfway to the grocery, Maureen realized she had forgotten her list. She remembered most of what was on it, but she was trying a new recipe tonight and there were some items she needed to be sure to get. She cursed at having to go back home.
When she entered the house, she started to call out to let everyone know why she had returned, but she heard the moans and remained quiet. Outside the kitchen, she had mixed emotions about seeing her husband fucking their daughter. There was some anger, but she quickly reminded herself that she was doing the same thing, and with their son, as well. Should she be surprised, she wondered? Knowing her daughter and all that had transpired, she shouldn't be. In fact, she suddenly realized it had probably just been a matter of time before this happened. And it revealed something about Bob to Maureen.
But above all of that, watching the two of them with Angie on the kitchen counter, made the entire scene wildly erotic and served more to arouse her than annoy her. Mesmerized, her hand went into her pants to rub her pussy. Listening to them announce their approaching orgasms quickly brought her to that point, and she came just as they did, the sight of her husband's semen pooling on the counter an added turn-on. She really had to stop herself from going lick it up.
Quickly composing herself, and deciding not to let them off too easily, she said, "Well, well, what have we here?"
It was amusing to see the reactions, primarily from Bob. He quickly pulled out of Angie, his cock shriveling up even quicker. He actually bumped his head on the edge of the counter bending over to pull up his pants. Angie showed surprise, but was more casual about sitting up and pulling down her skirt. Her expression showed some defiance as though she would not be afraid to expose what had been going on among mother, daughter and son.
"She started it," Bob burst out defensively.
"Yes, I did," Angie concurred boldly, certain her mother would not press it.
"Do I not satisfy you anymore?" Maureen wanted to know.
Bob did not see his daughter roll her eyes at the hypocrisy.
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