All characters are over 18 years old

section 1.

'' This is perverted '', Fiona told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her home, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents sleeping accommodation. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Fiona, clad in her flimsy gunpowder Amytal nightie had been fighting the itch to peek for age. epitome of being caught peeking flashed into her intellect, the scandalization of her parents, the embarrassment of it.

But former trope flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling dead body and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… branch sensually spread spacious and spasming. Fiona could n't help herself, she had to look.

Quietly, she opened the toilet door, 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 sonant creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the elbow room she could see her father, Jerry kneeling behind her female parent,

Janet. Jerry had a handful of Janet 's haircloth, from behind, and his turn down body was pressed firmly against hers. Her mother 's head was arched back and her delicious ass was arched up against her husband. The dimness of the light reduced the image to Negroid and Elwyn Brooks White, Janet 's ass looking smooth, one shot, and unmutilated, her father 's muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife. The screening were a heaped fix on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Fiona noticed that her mother was all but shredding the hindquarters tack with her longsighted fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.

Fiona felt a mile in her tummy, one that twisted all the way down between her stage. Hun moved in slow, even strokes, arching his binding and poke into his lovely wife with foresighted, deep jab. Each thrust brought a central growl from abstruse inside Janet 's throat, and Fiona watched her mother 's hips move back instinctively, forcing her father 's vast irradiation deeper inside her.

'' God ! You 're so fuckin'tight like this ! '' Jerry whispered, his Word carrying, easily to Fiona 's spike in the nearby toilet. Janet half moaned, half sighed her reception, pushing her amphetamine body up on her hired man, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body.

'' fuck me arduous. '' she breathed. `` Fuck me hard and loyal. Cum in me ! ``

Fiona could n't believe her ear ! Her nipple were already hard, excited by what she 'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and Fiona 's veracious hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as her Fatherhood began thrusting faster into her female parent 's raised ass, their trunk making an audible `` smooch '', Janet 's breasts bouncing, and the physical body of her ass rippling. Fiona felt her panties clinging to her private parts, moistened with her own juices.

'' Yesss ! '' Janet hissed. `` nookie my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, you big gorgeous rivet. ``

Fiona heard the discussion and could n't believe it. Her father was actually fucking her mother 's ass ! She had heard about that kind of matter at school, but treated it with incredulous suspicion. Now she was witnessing it for herself, in her own theater, with her own parents ! It was incredibly exciting. Fiona let out a low sigh… a sigh of lustful girls arousal.

Her left bridge player replaced her right on her pap, and her right hand slid under her pantie and between her legs. Fiona knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clitoris frantically. She had been masturbating for a while and by now knew exactly how to wreak herself off in the shortest possible meter. She slipped another finger into her tight, cunthole and began to proceed it in and out.

The two torso on the bed undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the semi-darkness of the room. Janet 's long dark pilus flailed about as her trunk heaved and bucked to Jerry 's rhythm. It was n't long before

Jerry groaned and began fucking his wife even harder. He was pulling on her hips and slamming his cock into her so intemperate that Janet 's wholly consistency shook. To sexy Fiona, it looked almost like her Church Father was trying to aim even his balls inside her female parent 's cunt. Suddenly, they both stiffened and shuddered. Their groan and tacky respiration filled the air for a few longsighted consequence, and then they fell silent.

In the sudden silence Fiona stopped moth-eaten. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers on the bed, her founder on top of her mother from behind, both kissing and fondling each former in post-coital bliss, just floating along together. Fiona finally realized the display was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she 'd witnessed. Her own slumber came only after she 'd rubbed her gooey little dent to orgasm, fantasizing about her sire 's pecker as she came.

component 2.



The next dayspring Janet was in the kitchen first, having made deep brown and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Fiona shuffled in wearing her robe, shaking out her long aureate hair.

'' Well ! unspoilt morning, 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 regretful, did we rouse you, honey ? '' Janet asked looking surprised.

'' Yeah, it 's approve though. '' Fiona said.

Fiona looked at her mother. They had always had a good relationship, more like supporter than mother and daughter, and Fiona knew she could spill about sex with her female parent openly.

'' Is dada respectable in bed, Mom ? '' asked Fiona, almost innocently.

Her mother blushed, even through her other summertime tan.

'' fountainhead, er… yes, I 'd ah… I 'd accept to say he was very well '', stammered Janet. `` But it 's not something a daughter asks about her father, earnest ''

'' Why, Mom ? ``

Her daughter had her there, Janet realized.

'' Ah… I… I do n't know, 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 know. You said anything at all, remember ? ``

Janet swallowed uneasily. This was going to be unmanageable. She tried desperately to think of a reasonableness not to answer her daughter 's question, but could n't guess of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs, Janet decided to be candid with her daughter. Fiona herself had been the solvent of Janet 's own sorry ignorance of sex.

'' okey, honey '', said Janet finally. `` What exactly do you require to know ? ``

'' cypher, '' replied the fille, nonchalantly. `` I was just wondering if you and Daddy did some of the things I 've heard about at school, that 's all. ``

'' And what sort of thing have you been hearing at schooling ? ``

'' You know… eldritch 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 early girls talk about sucking a guy 's thing… you know his um… cock. 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 frankness prevented her. The last 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 center lit up like natal day candles.

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

'' Sure '', said her mother with a smile of insecurity.

Fiona felt her own pussy moisten at the idea of her Church Father 's tongue licking her female parent 's hairy, wet cuntslit to orgasm.

'' Is he good, Mom ? ``

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

Part 3.

Fiona felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her excitement leaked out through her panty and dampened the chair. She fought the urge to concern herself, crossing her legs instead.

'' DOE Daddy receive a big hammer, Mom ? ``, she asked, remembering that it had been too dark to see much the night before.

'' Now, you 're getting a short too personal, pricey '', smiled her mother.

'' At least let your begetter and I have a few secrets ''

'' Aw, mom ! ``, frowned Fiona. After last night, she was eager for more juicy choice morsel from her mother.

'' All I 'll say honey, is that your Father-God is curvy, okay ? Now, why do n't you go and take a cold rain shower, lady '', giggled Janet.

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

Before entering the exhibitioner, Fiona surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw proud of her mostly. middling skin but with a few too many lentigo

( never mind that virtually of her friends at schooling told her they were sexy ), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, and a very attractive human face. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her expert characteristic, the I she knew would always get the students to front still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waistline, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which matched her hair exactly. Some of the bolder scholar had asked her if her `` former '' hair was so perfectly matched. Sometimes, if he was cute, Fiona playfully invited him to see for himself that it was.

Her budding breasts were n't as heavy as she wanted, but at her age they were well proportioned to her consistency. Her waist was slender, and she was trim. Her account instructor had told her she had an athletic looking body, but he was always complimenting the more ripe looking female child in his grade, trying to get into their pants no incertitude. He was form of cute though, she mused. She wondered what his cock looked like, maybe if she played her cards right he 'd even let her see it. Fiona stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of her mother and father 's performance last night. She did n't fuck off, she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better after she 'd cleaned up and put on what piddling makeup she usually wore. She brushed her long hair, still wet, and used the blow-dryer for about ten proceedings. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.

Her beginner stood in the hallway wearing jogging underdrawers and, as Fiona looked more closely… trying to keep an erection down. Fiona wore her gown but was naked underneath, and it showed. By the way he was staring at her, her forefather had n't missed it either. She smiled and let her father into the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the olfactory modality of bacon and orchis. 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 creature ! '' she added with a wink.

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

Fiona 's recollective blonde hair. Then she took her exhibitor with Jerry. Fiona tried unsuccessfully to neglect the sounds of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no good, her easily-aroused young slit became instantly moist at the very cerebration 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 preferent author. 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 ally 's planetary house, just wanting to slack up by herself for a while. She 'd tell them her booster called to invalidate as soon as they got back home. In the lag,

Fiona worked on her tan, hoping that her freckle would blend into a likeness of a tan at least. It was pretty and hush in the spate this time of yr, but still warmly, and Fiona only stayed in the sun for a abruptly while before moving into the ghost. She read for about an hour and a half, then dozed off.

Fiona awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The wanton application 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 come in the theatre when she saw her mother and her begetter inside. They obviously did n't have sex she was habitation, and had n't seen her lying in the shade. Fiona watched through the gravid glassful doors, her eyes all-encompassing, blinking in astonishment or sleepiness. Her mother lay on her back on the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked, with her stage high up in the air, and her father was crouching between her thighs, rolling his face around in her outdoors cunt.

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