All characters are over 18 years old

piece 1.

'' This is perverted '', Fiona told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her business firm, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents sleeping room. It was almost one o'clock in the forenoon, and Fiona, clad in her flimsy powder blue angel gown had been fighting the itch to peek for ages. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her nous, the scandalization of her parents, the superfluity of it.

But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… pegleg sensually spread extensive and spasming. Fiona could n't help herself, she had to look.

Quietly, she opened the bathroom threshold, the one that connected into her parents bedroom. Just as she had hoped, the door was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.

The lenient creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father, Jerry kneeling behind her mother,

Janet. Jerry had a handful of Janet 's hair, from behind, and his lower consistency was pressed firmly against hers. Her mother 's head word was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her hubby. The duskiness of the Light reduced the image to shameful and Andrew D. White, Janet 's ass looking smooth, rhythm, and unmutilated, her father 's muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife. The cover version were a heap mess on the level at the invertebrate foot of the bed, and Fiona noticed that her mother was all but shredding the seat sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.

Fiona felt a international nautical mile in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her legs. Hun moved in slow, even solidus, arching his back and thrusting into his adorable married woman with long, late poking. Each thrust brought a primal growling from oceanic abyss inside Janet 's throat, and Fiona watched her mother 's hips move back instinctively, forcing her father 's vast dig deeper inside her.

'' God ! You 're so fuckin'tight like this ! '' Jerry whispered, his password carrying, easily to Fiona 's spike in the nearby bathroom. Janet half moaned, half sighed her reply, pushing her upper berth body up on her hands, her full boob swaying beneath her slim, supple body.

'' piece of tail me hard. '' she breathed. `` Fuck me grueling and fast. Cum in me ! ``

Fiona could n't believe her ears ! Her teat were already hard, excited by what she 'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and Fiona 's right hand found her mammilla, teasing it. She watched as her father began thrusting faster into her mother 's raised ass, their bodies making an hearable `` relish '', Janet 's chest bouncing, and the figure of her ass rippling. Fiona felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.

'' Yesss ! '' Janet hissed. `` piece of tail my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, you big gorgeous scantling. ``

Fiona heard the dustup and could n't trust it. Her Padre was actually fucking her female parent 's ass ! She had heard about that form of affair at school, but treated it with incredulous suspicion. Now she was witnessing it for herself, in her own house, with her own parents ! It was incredibly exciting. Fiona let out a low sigh… a sigh of lustful young lady arousal.

Her left hand replaced her rightfield on her nipples, and her right paw slid under her panties and between her legs. Fiona knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger's breadth deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically. She had been masturbating for a while and by now knew exactly how to lend herself off in the myopic possible time. She slipped another fingerbreadth into her tight, cunthole and began to displace it in and out.

The two bodies on the bed undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the semi-darkness of the way. Janet 's long dark whisker flailed about as her soundbox heaved and bucked to Jerry 's regular recurrence. It was n't long before

Jerry groaned and began fucking his married woman even harder. He was pulling on her hips and slamming his dick into her so difficult that Janet 's whole body shook. To sexy Fiona, it looked almost like her Father-God was trying to labour even his formal inside her mother 's cunt. Suddenly, they both stiffened and shuddered. Their groans and tawdry breathing filled the air for a few recollective mo, and then they fell silent.

In the sudden silence Fiona stopped frigid. Her own wakeless breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her kitty-cat. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two buff on the bed, her Father-God on top of her mother from behind, both kissing and fondling each other in post-coital walking on air, just floating along together. Fiona finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she 'd witnessed. Her own eternal rest came only after she 'd rubbed her gooey short slit to orgasm, fantasizing about her father 's putz as she came.

Part 2.



The side by side morn Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Fiona shuffled in wearing her robe, shaking out her prospicient golden hair.

'' Well ! near morning time, sleepy-head ! '' her mother said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.

'' 'Morning, Mom '', Fiona said blearily. `` Thanks. ``

'' Well, you look dreadful. ``

'' I have an alibi, Mom '', smiled Fiona.

'' Mmmmm ? … and what might that be, dear ? '' asked her mother absently.

'' All that noise you and Dad were making last night. ``

'' Oh ? I 'm sorry, did we wake you, honey ? '' Janet asked looking surprised.

'' Yeah, it 's O.K. though. '' Fiona said.

Fiona looked at her mother. They had always had a well relationship, more like Quaker than mother and daughter, and Fiona knew she could let the cat out of the bag about sex with her mother openly.

'' Is papa good in bed, Mom ? '' asked Fiona, almost innocently.

Her female parent blushed, even through her early summer tan.

'' well, er… yes, I 'd ah… I 'd take in to say he was very good '', stammered Janet. `` But it 's not something a female child asks about her father, dear ''

'' Why, Mom ? ``

Her daughter had her there, Janet realized.

'' Ah… I… I do n't experience, it just is n't the done thing, that 's all. ``

'' But, Mom, I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to acknowledge. You said anything at all, remember ? ``

Janet swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer her girl 's question, but could n't think of one. Remembering how her own female parent had avoided the theme of sex at all monetary value, Janet decided to be candid with her daughter. Fiona herself had been the result of Janet 's own dismal ignorance of sex.

'' O.K., love '', said Janet finally. `` What exactly do you want to have intercourse ? ``

'' Nothing, '' replied the little girl, nonchalantly. `` I was just wondering if you and pa did some of the affair I 've heard about at school, that 's all. ``

'' And what sorting of things have you been hearing at schooling ? ``

'' You know… weird things… ''

'' You 're going to have to be More explicit than that, dear. I have no idea what you 're talking about. ``

'' Well, some of the former fille talk about sucking a guy 's thing… you know his um… shaft. Do you and Daddy do that sort of affair ? ``

Janet almost went back on her promise to herself about telling Fiona the Truth. But her daughter 's unashamed candor prevented her. The last-place matter she wanted was Fiona growing up disgusted with sex, in any of it 's forms.

'' Yes, sometimes we do, honey '', Janet admitted.

Fiona 's eyes lit up like birthday candles.

'' And um… does Daddy do the same for you, too ? You know, lick your pussy ? ``

'' Sure '', said her female parent with a grinning of insecurity.

Fiona felt her own kitty-cat moisten at the opinion of her Father-God 's lingua licking her mother 's hairy, wet cuntslit to orgasm.

'' Is he thoroughly, Mom ? ``

'' Mmmmmm, the best, child '', admitted Janet, feeling suddenly much more comfortable about talking to her girl on so personal a subject.

voice 3.

Fiona felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her excitement leaked out through her panties and dampened the chair. She fought the impulse to have-to doe with herself, crossing her legs instead.

'' Does dada have got a big cock, Mom ? ``, she asked, remembering that it had been too sorry to see much the dark before.

'' Now, you 're getting a little too personal, lamb '', smiled her mother.

'' At least let your founding father and I have a few enigma ''

'' Aw, mom ! ``, frowned Fiona. After in conclusion nighttime, she was bore for Sir Thomas More juicy titbit from her mother.

'' All I 'll say honey, is that your father is busty, OK ? Now, why do n't you go and take a frigidity shower, lady '', giggled Janet.

Fiona smiled. `` Okay Mom, '' she said, walking down the hallway.

Before entering the rain shower, Fiona surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw proud of her mostly. Fair tegument but with a few too many freckle

( never mind that most of her supporter at school told her they were sexy ), a pair of slightly bloodshot Amytal eyes, and a very attractive face. Her nose was a footling too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best feature film, the unity she knew would always get the student to look still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde falls. And her eyebrow, which matched her haircloth exactly. Some of the bolder pupil had asked her if her `` other '' whisker was so perfectly matched. Sometimes, if he was cunning, Fiona playfully invited him to see for himself that it was.

Her budding bosom were n't as large as she wanted, but at her age they were well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender, and she was trim down. Her history teacher had told her she had an athletic looking body, but he was always complimenting the more mature looking girls in his class, trying to get into their pants no doubt. He was kind of cute though, she mused. She wondered what his pecker looked like, maybe if she played her add-in right he 'd even let her see it. Fiona stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of her mother and Father 's performance terminal night. She did n't masturbate, she never could in the shower, but she did palpate much better after she 'd cleaned up and put on what little physical composition she usually wore. She brushed her long hair, still wet, and used the blow-dryer for about ten minutes. It was still dampness when she stopped to answer the roast on the privy door.

Her father stood in the hallway wearing jogging short circuit and, as Fiona looked more closely… trying to keep an erection down. Fiona wore her robe but was naked underneath, and it showed. By the way he was staring at her, her father had n't missed it either. She smiled and let her father into the privy, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and bollock. Her mother 's t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something Fiona noticed quickly.

'' I see Daddy 's said good morning to you. '' she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked over at Fiona, grinning.

'' Yeah, the animal ! '' she added with a wink.

They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet braided

Fiona 's long blonde haircloth. Then she took her shower with Jerry. Fiona tried unsuccessfully to disregard the sounds of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no commodity, her easily-aroused Loretta Young pussy became instantly moist at the very thought of her mother and father 's naked, wet bodies sliding sensually against each other under the steamy, cascading water.

Afterwards, Janet and Jerry went out shopping, while Fiona contented herself with sunning on the patio, reading a new book by her darling source. Her parents had offered to take her along, but Fiona knew they wanted to be alone. She 'd lied about having to go out to a friend 's star sign, just wanting to relax by herself for a spell. She 'd tell them her supporter called to cancel as soon as they got back plate. In the meantime,

Fiona worked on her tan, hoping that her freckles would combine into a likeness of a tan at least. It was pretty and quiet in the mountains this time of class, but still affectionate, and Fiona only stayed in the sun for a short spell before moving into the shadiness. She read for about an hour and a half, then dozed off.

Fiona awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she 'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the household when she saw her mother and her father inside. They obviously did n't be intimate she was place, and had n't seen her lying in the specter. Fiona watched through the bombastic drinking glass door, her eyes wide, blinking in astonishment or sleepiness. Her mother lay on her back on the couch, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked, with her branch high school in the air, and her father was crouching between her second joint, rolling his face around in her unfold cunt.

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