All character reference are over 18 twelvemonth old

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 bedroom. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Fiona, clad in her flimsy powder bluing nightie had been fighting the impulse to glint for ages. simulacrum of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.

But early trope flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling eubstance and glistening skin… a surd prick, swaying testicles… peg sensually spread across-the-board and spasming. Fiona could n't help herself, she had to look.

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

The soft creaking of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim illumination of the room she could see her founding father, Hun kneeling behind her mother,

Janet. Jerry had a smattering of Janet 's pilus, from behind, and his lower physical structure was pressed firmly against hers. Her female parent 's mind was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her husband. The dimness of the light reduced the range to inglorious and gabardine, Janet 's ass looking smooth, rhythm, and unmarred, her Church Father 's brawniness rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife. The covers were a heaped muss on the level at the foot of the bed, and Fiona noticed that her female parent was all but shredding the bottom flat solid with her prospicient fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.

Fiona felt a mi in her abdomen, one that twisted all the way down between her wooden leg. Jerry moved in slow, even cerebrovascular accident, arching his back and thrusting into his lovely wife with long, deep poking. Each thrust brought a aboriginal growling from late inside Janet 's pharynx, and Fiona watched her female parent 's hips move back instinctively, forcing her begetter 's immense pecker deeper inside her.

'' God ! You 're so fuckin'close like this ! '' Jerry whispered, his words carrying, easily to Fiona 's spike in the nearby bathroom. Janet half moaned, one-half sighed her response, pushing her amphetamine body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, slender body.

'' ass me hard. '' she breathed. `` Fuck me heavy and debauched. Cum in me ! ``

Fiona could n't conceive her ears ! Her tit were already hard, excited by what she 'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and Fiona 's powerful hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as her father began thrusting faster into her female parent 's raised ass, their bodies making an audible `` smack '', Janet 's knocker bouncing, and the anatomy of her ass rippling. Fiona felt her panties clinging to her genital organ, moistened with her own juices.

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

Fiona heard the wrangle and could n't conceive it. Her beginner was actually fucking her mother 's ass ! She had heard about that variety of matter at schooling, but treated it with incredulous suspicion. Now she was witnessing it for herself, in her own home, with her own parents ! It was incredibly exciting. Fiona let out a low sigh… a sigh of lustful lady friend arousal.

Her left hired man replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panty and between her legs. Fiona knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit 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 finger into her tight, cunthole and began to move 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 gloomy hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry 's calendar method of birth control. It was n't long before

Hun groaned and began fucking his wife even harder. He was pulling on her hip joint and slamming his cock into her so heavy that Janet 's whole body shook. To sexy Fiona, it looked almost like her Father-God was trying to ram even his musket ball inside her mother 's cunt. Suddenly, they both stiffened and shuddered. Their groan and loud ventilation filled the air for a few long moments, and then they fell silent.

In the sudden silence Fiona stopped cold-blooded. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her puss. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers on the bed, her Father-God on top of her mother from behind, both kissing and fondling each other in post-coital cloud nine, 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 slumber came only after she 'd rubbed her gooey fiddling slit to orgasm, fantasizing about her father 's prick as she came.

Part 2.



The next good morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made umber and preparing to relieve oneself breakfast for the three of them. Fiona shuffled in wearing her robe, shaking out her foresightful favorable hair.

'' Well ! upright morn, sleepy-head ! '' her mother said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.

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

'' Well, you look abominable. ``

'' 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 close night. ``

'' Oh ? I 'm meritless, did we heat you, honey ? '' Janet asked looking surprised.

'' Yeah, it 's o.k. though. '' Fiona said.

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

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

Her mother blushed, even through her ahead of time summertime tan.

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

'' Why, Mom ? ``

Her daughter had her there, Janet realized.

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

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

Janet swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to reckon of a reason not to answer her daughter 's interrogative sentence, but could n't mean of one. Remembering how her own female parent had avoided the subject of sex at all costs, Janet decided to be candid with her daughter. Fiona herself had been the result of Janet 's own drear ignorance of sex.

'' okay, honey '', said Janet finally. `` What exactly do you desire to love ? ``

'' zilch, '' replied the girl, nonchalantly. `` I was just wondering if you and dad did some of the thing I 've heard about at school, that 's all. ``

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

'' You know… weird things… ''

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

'' fountainhead, some of the other girls talk about sucking a guy 's thing… you know his um… cock. Do you and daddy do that variety of thing ? ``

Janet almost went back on her hope to herself about telling Fiona the truth. But her girl 's unashamed candour prevented her. The last thing she wanted was Fiona growing up disgusted with sex, in any of it 's forms.

'' Yes, sometimes we do, dear '', 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 pussycat moisten at the opinion of her don 's tongue licking her mother 's hairy, wet cuntslit to orgasm.

'' Is he unspoiled, Mom ? ``

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

Part 3.

Fiona felt a sudden wetness between her thigh as her upheaval leaked out through her panties and dampened the chair. She fought the urge to touch herself, crossing her legs instead.

'' Does Daddy let a big cock, Mom ? ``, she asked, remembering that it had been too sinister 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 enigma ''

'' Aw, mom ! ``, frowned Fiona. After stopping point nighttime, she was aegir for more juicy titbits from her mother.

'' All I 'll say dearest, is that your father is well-endowed, okay ? Now, why do n't you go and take a cold cascade, madam '', giggled Janet.

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

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

( never mind that virtually of her friends at schooltime told her they were sexy ), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue heart, and a very attractive face. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best feature of speech, the ones she knew would always get the bookman 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 students had asked her if her `` other '' fuzz was so perfectly matched. Sometimes, if he was cunning, Fiona playfully invited him to see for himself that it was.

Her budding breasts were n't as tumid as she wanted, but at her age they were well proportioned to her body. Her shank was slender, and she was trim. Her story teacher had told her she had an athletic looking body, but he was always complimenting the more mature looking female child in his category, trying to get into their trouser no doubt. He was sort of cute though, she mused. She wondered what his cock looked like, maybe if she played her card game 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-place night. She did n't masturbate, she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better after she 'd cleaned up and put on what short constitution she usually wore. She brushed her longsighted hair, still wet, and used the blow-dryer for about ten minutes. It was still mute when she stopped to answer the smash on the toilet door.

Her sire stood in the hall 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 bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of Francis Bacon and eggs. Her mother 's jersey was outside of her shorts now, something Fiona noticed quickly.

'' I see Daddy 's said full 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 hanker blonde haircloth. Then she took her shower with Jerry. Fiona tried unsuccessfully to ignore the audio of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no proficient, her easily-aroused young puss became instantly moist at the very intellection of her mother and sire '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 writer. 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 house, just wanting to slacken by herself for a piece. She 'd tell them her admirer called to delete as soon as they got back home. In the meantime,

Fiona worked on her tan, hoping that her freckle would blend into a semblance of a tan at least. It was pretty and quiet in the mountains this fourth dimension of twelvemonth, but still warm, and Fiona only stayed in the sun for a brusk while before moving into the shade. She read for about an 60 minutes and a half, then dozed off.

Fiona awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light finish of sun-screen still glistened on her peel and felt slippery since she 'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to figure the household when she saw her mother and her Father-God inside. They obviously did n't love she was home, and had n't seen her lying in the shade. Fiona watched through the large deoxyephedrine doors, her eyes wide, blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Her female parent lay on her back on the sofa, her ass at the bound of the cushions. She was naked, with her leg senior high school in the air, and her father was crouching between her second joint, rolling his face around in her open cunt.

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