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Part 1.

'' This is perverted '', Fiona told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her house, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents chamber. It was almost one o'clock in the good morning, and Fiona, clad in her flimsy powder amobarbital sodium nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages. epitome of being caught peeking flashed into her creative thinker, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.

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

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

The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the elbow room she could see her founding father, Kraut kneeling behind her mother,

Janet. Jerry had a handful of Janet 's hair, from behind, and his grim body was pressed firmly against hers. Her mother 's caput was arched back and her juicy ass was arched up against her husband. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and blank, Janet 's ass looking smooth, beat, and unblemished, her father 's sinew rippling as he hunched into his writhing married woman. The book binding were a stack mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Fiona noticed that her mother was all but shredding the buttocks bed sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.

Fiona felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her branch. Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his backrest and thrusting into his lovely wife with yearn, oceanic abyss jabbing. Each thrust brought a cardinal growl from deep inside Janet 's throat, and Fiona watched her female parent 's pelvis move back instinctively, forcing her sire 's huge shaft deeper inside her.

'' God ! You 're so fuckin'closely like this ! '' Jerry whispered, his watchword carrying, easily to Fiona 's auricle in the nearby john. Janet one-half moaned, half sighed her response, pushing her upper body up on her manus, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body.

'' Fuck me hard. '' she breathed. `` screwing me heavy and profligate. Cum in me ! ``

Fiona could n't believe her pinna ! Her nipples were already hard, excited by what she 'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and Fiona 's the right way hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as her father began thrusting faster into her mother 's raised ass, their soundbox making an audible `` smack '', Janet 's chest bouncing, and the flesh of her ass riffle. Fiona felt her panties clinging to her genitals, moistened with her own juices.

'' Yesss ! '' Janet hissed. `` Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, you big gorgeous macho-man. ``

Fiona heard the words and could n't conceive it. Her sire was actually fucking her female parent 's ass ! She had heard about that sort of thing 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 prurient girl arousal.

Her left hand replaced her right hand on her mammilla, and her right hired man slid under her panty and between her legs. Fiona knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her button frantically. She had been masturbating for a while and by now knew exactly how to bring herself off in the shortest possible time. She slipped another digit into her tight, cunthole and began to move it in and out.

The two bodies on the bed flap and writhed about, glistening even in the semi-darkness of the room. Janet 's long dingy tomentum flailed about as her trunk heaved and bucked to Kraut 's rhythm. It was n't long before

Krauthead groaned and began fucking his wife even harder. He was pulling on her hips and slamming his cock into her so arduous that Janet 's whole body shook. To sexy Fiona, it looked almost like her father was trying to beat back even his balls inside her female parent 's bitch. Suddenly, they both stiffened and shuddered. Their groan and cheap ventilation filled the air for a few long moments, and then they fell silent.

In the sudden silence Fiona stopped cold. Her own impenetrable breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her digit had been making in her slit. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two fan on the bed, her Father-God on top of her mother from behind, both kissing and fondling each other in post-coital bliss, 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 sleep came only after she 'd rubbed her icky little slit to orgasm, fantasizing about her father 's cock as she came.

parting 2.



The following morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Fiona shuffled in wearing her gown, shaking out her hanker prosperous hair.

'' Well ! Good break of the day, sleepy-head ! '' her mother said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.

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

'' Well, you look dreadful. ``

'' I have an excuse, 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 all right though. '' Fiona said.

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

'' Is Daddy estimable in bed, Mom ? '' asked Fiona, almost innocently.

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

'' Well, er… yes, I 'd ah… I 'd receive to say he was very good '', stammered Janet. `` But it 's not something a daughter asks about her father, dear ''

'' 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 have intercourse. 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 girl 's question, but could n't recollect of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs, Janet decided to be heart-to-heart with her girl. Fiona herself had been the issue of Janet 's own drab ignorance of sex.

'' okey, beloved '', said Janet finally. `` What exactly do you need to know ? ``

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

'' And what form of things have you been hearing at school ? ``

'' 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 miss talk about sucking a guy 's thing… you know his um… tool. Do you and papa do that form of thing ? ``

Janet almost went back on her promise to herself about telling Fiona the truth. But her daughter 's unashamed forthrightness prevented her. The final stage affair 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 natal day candles.

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

'' sure '', said her mother with a grin of insecurity.

Fiona felt her own kitty-cat moisten at the intellection of her founder 's spit licking her female parent 's hairy, wet cuntslit to orgasm.

'' Is he beneficial, Mom ? ``

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

Part 3.

Fiona felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her exhilaration leaked out through her panties and dampened the chairman. She fought the impulse to reach herself, crossing her legs instead.

'' Does Daddy consume a big dick, Mom ? ``, she asked, remembering that it had been too nighttime to see much the Night before.

'' Now, you 're getting a small too personal, dear '', smiled her mother.

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

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

'' All I 'll say beloved, is that your father is well-endowed, sanction ? Now, why do n't you go and contain a cold shower, lady '', giggled Janet.

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

Before entering the shower bath, Fiona surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a few too many lentigo

( never mind that about of her friends at school told her they were sexy ), a duet of slightly bloodshot gamey eyes, and a very attractive expression. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features, the 1 she knew would always get the students to look 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 pupil had asked her if her `` former '' tomentum was so perfectly matched. Sometimes, if he was cunning, Fiona playfully invited him to see for himself that it was.

Her budding white meat were n't as vauntingly as she wanted, but at her age they were well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender, and she was clip. Her history teacher had told her she had an athletic looking body, but he was always complimenting the more mature looking lady friend in his stratum, trying to get into their pants no doubt. He was sort of cute though, she mused. She wondered what his hammer looked like, maybe if she played her cards right he 'd even let her see it. Fiona stepped into the exhibitioner and soaped up, thinking of her mother and forefather 's performance last night. She did n't masturbate, she never could in the shower bath, but she did feel much better after she 'd cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed her foresighted tomentum, 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 father stood in the hallway wearing jogging boxershorts and, as Fiona looked more closely… trying to keep an hard-on down. Fiona wore her robe but was naked underneath, and it showed. By the way he was staring at her, her founding father had n't missed it either. She smiled and let her father into the toilet, while she returned to the kitchen and the aroma of bacon and nut. Her mother 's T-shirt was outside of her short now, something Fiona noticed quickly.

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

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

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

Fiona 's long blonde tomentum. Then she took her shower with Jerry. Fiona tried unsuccessfully to brush off the sounds of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no soundly, her easily-aroused offspring snatch became instantly moist at the very cerebration of her mother and Father 's au naturel, wet body sliding sensually against each early 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 favorite generator. 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 sign of the zodiac, just wanting to relax by herself for a spell. She 'd say them her friend called to cancel as soon as they got back home. In the interim,

Fiona worked on her tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least. It was pretty and quiet in the mountains this time of year, but still warm, and Fiona only stayed in the sun for a shortsighted while before moving into the specter. She read for about an hr and a half, then dozed off.

Fiona awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light finishing of sun-screen still glistened on her hide and felt slippery since she 'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to infix the theater when she saw her mother and her father inside. They obviously did n't know she was home, and had n't seen her prevarication in the shade. Fiona watched through the big glass doors, her eyes astray, blinking in astonishment or somnolence. Her mother lay on her back on the couch, her ass at the border of the shock absorber. She was naked, with her legs high in the air, and her sire was crouching between her second joint, rolling his look around in her open cunt.

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