Subject: Homecoming
Story Codes: MF oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: April 12, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
As much as I loved living on my own, financially I was no longer able to
swing it after I quit my escorting job to be a Christian school teacher. It
was obvious that my parents weren’t too upset about it, especially
considering how I was welcomed home!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – On My Own
Chapter 2 – Saying Goodbye to My Apartment
Chapter 3 – Back Home In Front of My Mom
Chapter 1 – On My Own
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There are certain days in anyone’s life days that signify a special
accomplishment. For me that would include the first time I rode my bike
without my dad holding me up, my high school graduation, college graduation,
passing my driver’s license exam (after only 3 tries), my first blowjob,
losing my virginity, and of course, the most special was the first time I had
sex with my dad.
Recently, I reached another milestone when I moved out of my parent’s home
and into my very own apartment. Granted, it wasn't much, but it was mine and
nobody could tell me when to clean it or how to live in it. It was the first
time in my life that I was on my own without a roomie or parent around.
One of the reasons I was able to finally afford my own place was that I
decided to return to the escorting business. Now I don’t mean being an
“escort” like my cousin Kristi, who is really a whore. She may prefer to
call herself by some euphemism but she sells her body for cash which makes
her a prostitute or a whore, whichever term you prefer to use. Rather than
fronting for prostitution, the agency I worked for specialized in providing
“companionship” for out of town business men or girls for companies that
needed someone to socialize with the people at an event.
Again, I did NOT do was have sex with my clients. In fact, I could have been
fired if I did as my agency didn’t want that sort of reputation and the
associated headaches with the vice squad. Still, even without putting out it
paid pretty good although not nearly as much as if I worked on my back. It
was enough to finance my way into my own apartment which was good enough for
me.
Now I would hope that nobody gets the idea that I was trying to “escape” from
my parent’s home or that I had issues with them such that I needed to move
out. Indeed, some people questioned why I would give up the rather cozy,
all-expense- paid arrangement I had there. My parents have always been my
best friends and other than the typical parent-daughter issues that
occasionally arose, we got along fine and it had nothing to do with them, per
se. No, what I wanted was independence, to be on my own. After almost 23
years of living with someone “in charge” of me, I wanted to be truly an
adult.
My dad reluctantly helped me look over a few places on the south side of
Pittsburgh. He wasn’t exactly thrilled that I was leaving but he knew the
apron strings had to be cut sooner or later. Granted, I couldn’t afford a
great apartment but my needs were not all that great. We finally found a
nice apartment complex with around 40 or so units. The one I liked was on
the second floor at the end which I thought would give me more privacy. It
only had one bedroom but why would I need more? All my friends lived nearby
so who would be spending nights with me – at least someone who needed their
own bedroom?
My moving-in day was exhilarating. My parents loaned me some old furniture
of theirs and I ended up just having to buy me a new bed but it was only a
twin size and not very expensive. When I kissed my dad goodbye and closed
the door behind him, I wanted to scream out at the top of my lungs it felt so
good. YES! I was in MY apartment.
Unfortunately, it wasn't too last long. For a number of reasons, the past
few months had been some of the most turbulent in my life from an emotional
perspective. My whole life was changing now that I was out of school and I
struggled with who I was and what I really wanted to do with my life. At
times I even blamed my parents for things that I later realized were totally
my “fault”, or at least I was the one who made the decisions. After failing
to get a job at the public school, I was getting close to saying the heck
with teaching, especially when I considered how much money I was making as an
escort.
All the while, though, this nagging voice in the back of my head was telling
me I wasn't doing what I was suppose to be doing. Who knows what might have
happened had I not been offered a temporary position at a small Christian
elementary school teaching 4th thru 6th grader. It was a major decision for
me to give up my escorting career to take this job instead. The pay
absolutely sucked – practically minimum wage. Most of the staff was married
and so they were not dependent on their income from the school. There were
also no benefits but at my age I wasn't too worried about that for the short
term. When they pitched the job to me it was described as a “ministry”.
Myself, I looked at it as a resume builder which would hopefully get me
further up the waiting list at the local school district.
After quitting my escorting job, I went into a state of denial over my
finances. I had some money saved up so the next rent check wasn't a problem.
It wasn't until one day I was having lunch with my mom and she asked me how I
was able to afford my bills that I finally broke down and recognized the
situation I was getting myself into. My mom told me I was always welcome to
return home and after thinking it over, I agreed to accept her offer.
Fortunately, one of the advantages of having a cheap apartment is that it was
on a monthly lease so I was able to move out rather easily. The manager was
really nice and he knew the people that ran the school I was working at so he
even allowed me to move out with only a half-month’s rent.
Chapter 2 - Saying Goodbye to My Apartment
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Packing up my stuff to leave home had been exciting. This time is was
heartbreaking. I felt like a failure and I was running back home to the
protection and security of my parents. Fortunately there wasn’t that much to
pack so the move went quick. I had left the majority of my stuff at my
parents, figuring I might move to a better place anyway when summer came.
Several of my friends came over to help me move and my new boyfriend Duane
brought over a pickup truck from his dad’s business that made it a lot
easier.
Finally, when everything was out and the people had gone home, I went back
one last time with my dad to make one last look around and then to turn in
the key. Looking around at the empty floors and walls, I felt like crying.
OK, it wasn't much but as I said before, it had been MINE. A tear started to
flow from my eyes and my dad saw it and hugged me.
“Hey baby, it’s OK,” he said softly to me, holding me tight against him,
“It’s really not so bad moving back home, is it?”
I sobbed a little bit into his shoulder. “Oh daddy, that’s not it. You know
how much I loved to be on my own.”
My dad hesitated a few seconds and then he reached down and cupped each of my
buttocks with his hands through my tight jeans. He pulled me tighter into
him and I could feel that he was excited. “Well, if nothing else the wake-up
service is better at home, isn’t it?” he said in a low voice, his hands and
fingers working my ass.
I couldn’t help but smile. For the past few years, whenever I was home my
dad and I had a “tradition” where he would wake me up before he went to work
and get himself off. Of course, I was usually already awake but it was the
principle that mattered. Sometimes he fucked me and other times it was just
a BJ, whatever he had time for. Sometimes if I was too tired and he would
just jerk off and leave his cum behind.
“Oh daddy, is that the only reason you want me home, just to fuck me every
day?” I teased him.
“Well... now that you mention it... yes,” he said jokingly. The only thing
was, I knew it wasn’t as much of a joke as his laughter indicated. It was a
rare day when I lived at home that my did didn’t get off with me in one way
or another, even if it was just masturbating and then cumming on me while I
slept. It’s not like he went without when I wasn’t around with my mom, Aunt
Linda and cousin Kristi available to him. I was just more convenient plus I
like to think that as his daughter I was a little special for him.
“But daddy, if you want to fuck me that badly, then why didn’t you ever come
over and do me here? You know you could have any time you wanted. Have I
EVER refused you?”
My dad chuckled, “Well, I remember the time you wouldn’t help clean up the
house. And then there was the time you…”
“Daddy!” I cut him off, huffing at the way he was teasing me, “You know what
I mean.”
Of course he did but actually, why he never came to my apartment to get any
WAS a question for me. To be fair and 100% correct, my dad HAD fucked me
just after I’d moved in, a sort of an initiation of my new bed I guess you
could say. Yet for whatever reason, after that we never had any form of sex
in my apartment again, not even a BJ. For that matter, he had never even
visited my apartment unless it was with my mom. Not that SHE would have
stopped him if he had wanted to fuck me, but for some reason he just didn’t
seem to want to do it here.
My dad was quiet for a bit and I waited for him to respond. Finally he took
a deep breath and slowly let it out, saying, “It doesn’t really matter now,
does it baby?”
What the hell kind of answer was THAT? It was very unusual for my dad to be
so cagey with me about anything, especially when it was about sex. My
thoughts were interrupted when he pushed himself in tighter against me and I
could feel his dick pushing on my stomach through his pants. Damn, my dad
was horny as hell! Not that I wasn't either.
“Mmmmmmm, Daddy... you feel so good against me. Do you want to fuck me now?”
I whispered to him softly, my hand reaching down to caress his wonderful hard
erection through his pants.
Even before I had sex with my dad I loved it when he got hard around me. You
don’t have to be having sex with your dad to know you turn him on. Even when
I was younger, I enjoyed knowing my dad thought I was sexy. Of course, when
I was that age I had no idea he had any desire to DO anything about it, just
that her thought I was hot.
“Oh god you know it,” he replied hoarsely, his voice suddenly lustful and
deep.
“So why didn’t you just say so!” I said, trying to sound exasperated, “Gee
whiz daddy, what’s the big deal with fucking me in my own apartment?”
My dad looked into my eyes and he smiled, the kind of smile that always
melted my heart. It was a special look, one I only saw at times like this.
It was more intense than the typical male stare he gave me when I was walking
around the house in a t-shirt, more sexy and inviting but not the kind of
nasty smile he got when he was watching porn. I liked to think of it as my
“I want to fuck Kelly” smile.
“Ohhhhhh, I figured you’d eventually get the hint,” he teased me, gyrating
his hips slightly to move his hard dick against me.
“Oh daddy!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at his silly antics. Really, why
didn’t he just ASK? Since the first time he had asked to fuck me almost
seven years ago, I had NEVER refused him when he asked to have sex with me,
not ONE single time. Like any girl, there were days when frankly, I wasn't
feeling sexy or in the mood but he was my father and so I always did it
anyway.
What made sex with my dad so special, besides the obvious physical benefits,
was the complete and total trust I was able to place in him. Many people
have asked me what I would do if my dad asked to fuck my ass, to do a dog, or
other things that are on my “off-limits” list. The question is moot because
my dad would never ask me to do anything that he knows I would not want to
do. Thus I can give myself to him unconditionally, never having to worry
about compromising myself to satisfy his needs. Without sounding
sacrilegious, it’s like putting my faith unconditionally in God, knowing he
would never do anything to abuse that trust.
There was no need to say anything else, I knew what he wanted and as his
daughter, I wanted to give it to him. To say it was my “duty” as his daughter
would be technically correct but really not a proper description of my state
of mind. Again, to use a religious comparison, some people look at serving
God to be their “duty” but I do it out of my love and faith, not a sense that
I am being forced to do anything. It’s the same with my dad. I can honestly
say I never feel more loved than when I feel my father inside of me, filling
me with his sperm.
I unzipped his pants as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants for me. I
pulled down the front of his pants together with his boxers to allow his dick
to pop out. Yep, he was horny all right. His dick was swollen and hard. It
was ready for me, ready for his daughter to please him and take care of his
needs and desires. My mom and others may take care of his physical needs but
masturbation can do that just as well. I knew that as his daughter it meant
something special to him for me to take his cock in my mouth and suck on it.
I was submitting myself to him, pleasing him in one of the most intimate ways
a woman can please a man, except I wasn’t just any woman – I was his only
daughter.
“God Kelly, that feels so good,” he sighed as I took his dick into my mouth
and ran my tongue around the head of it.
In a way, it was too bad he was already fully erect. I loved to take his
dick when he was still limp and soft, then feel it grow inside my mouth as my
father reacted to my love for him. It excites me to feel him grow and
lengthen further into my mouth as I know WHY it is happening. He is being
turned on by me, sexually excited by me, wanting me and lusting for me as
only a father can for his daughter.
“Oh yeah, I love it when you take it deep like that!” he groaned, his knees
beginning to buckle slightly as I took his entire dick in my mouth until my
face was buried in his thick pubic hair, my face pressed against the base of
his dick into his crotch.
He smelled so wonderful, a blend of his natural male musk generated by his
lust mixed together with good ol’ fashioned sweat from a day’s work of moved
all my things. He pulled my head into his crotch, signaling he wanted me to
take his dick in as deep as I could.
My pussy was feeling like someone had poured gasoline in me and lit a match –
and now was trying to put out the fire. I was feeling so hot yet wet from
being so horny. I rubbed myself through my jeans, feeling the wetness soak
the crotch. My clit felt so sensitive between the tight jean material
pressing against it and then with the sensation of my finger over top of
that. God I wanted to be fucked so bad!!
Grabbing his dick in my hand and stoking it, I took my mouth off of him and
looked up at him, our eyes meeting. “Fuck me daddy,” I begged him, “Please
fuck me now. Please show me how much you love me.” I was SO sure he would
just nod his head and start to strip me that it literally shocked me when he
smiled and shook his head at me.
“Why don’t we go home and do it in your room?” he said softly, “I want your
first day to be special and fucking you on this hard floor isn’t what I had
in mind.”
The floor could have been gravel and I think that as horny as I was I
wouldn’t have minded laying on my back if that’s what it took to get hid dick
in me. Damn, that was about the LAST thing I expected him to say. Surely he
must be joking, I thought, but then he put his dick back in his pants and
zippered them up. Crap, he was serious!
“Let’s go... ten minutes and I promise you, I'll fuck you soooooo good you’ll
be glad we waited.”
As I stood up, the material in my crotch rubbed and moved against my clit and
I thought I was going to double over as it sent little jolts throughout my
body. God I was SO fucking horny it wasn’t even describable! Ten minutes?
Why not just wait ten years or ten centuries? I wanted to be fucked – and
fucked NOW.
“C’mon, you can hold on for a little longer,” my dad chuckled at my
discomfort, “Damn girl, I haven’t seen you this horny in ages.”
Chapter 3 – Back Home In Front of My Mom
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The trip back home only took a few minutes, thank god, as I rubbed myself the
entire was, one hand between my legs and the other on my boobs. My dad kept
looking over at me and smiling at my obvious distress. It was so mean of him
to deny me what I needed. Well, maybe he wasn't trying to be mean but that’s
how I felt with my pussy feeling so lonely and empty.
Once home, we entered the basement from the garage and as I literally ran to
my room, my mom was watching TV in the family room and called to me.
“Hey, what’s the rush?”
I just giggle at her and headed for the stairs. It was two stories to my
room and by the time I got there, I didn’t intend to have any clothes left to
take off. Just as I got to the top of the basement stairs, I overheard my
mom asking my dad what was wrong with me. My dad just laughed loudly and
replied, “She’s horny.” Well, that told my mom all she needed to know. She
knew how it was when I got this way and she also knew there was just one way
to bring me back to earth – a good fucking, preferable by my dad.
I reached my room, leaving a trail of clothes behind me on the steps such
that I was naked by the time I passed through the open door. I flopped
myself on the bed and turned over on my back, my head supported by a pillow
such that I could see outside my room at whomever was coming. I lifted my
knees up until my feet were flat on the bed and spread my legs apart for him
to get an unimpeded view of my pussy when he came in. I couldn’t lay still
but wiggled and bounced, trying to calm the storm raging in my crotch. There
was only one way THAT was going to happen and it was on its way up the
stairs. To my surprise yet again, my dad entered my room (THAT wasn’t the
surprise) but right behind him was my mom.
“Hope you don’t mind if I watch,” my mom asked, “Something tells me this is
going to be good.”
Hopefully, that would qualify as the understatement of the year. It was so
like my mom to want to watch. VERY rarely she would join in. I could
probably count on one hand how many times THAT had happened unless it was for
my dad like on Father’s Day or his birthday. My mom and I had our own thing
which worked for us but when it came to my dad, for some reason my mom loved
to watch him fuck me. It was fucking me that she liked to watch, too. If I
was just sucking his dick or playing grab-ass with him, she didn’t seem to
care. What she liked most to see was his dick in me. What I think made it
work for her was the confidence she had in her own relationship with my
father. Their love was so deep, so beautiful, that nothing could ever come
between them. Thus, I think she saw it more as watching her husband enjoy
himself than worrying about him getting off with her daughter.
My mom pulled out my desk chair and took a seat as my dad quickly undressed.
By the time he was naked my mom had her panties off as well and was wearing
just a bulky sweatshirt. She leaned back in her chair and put her hand
between her legs as she waited for her ‘show” to begin. All she needed was a
bag of popcorn, a box of candy, and a soda!
My attention went from my mom to my dad as he got in bed with me and lifted
himself over me and then laid beside me. Had he stayed on the other side all
my mom would have seen would have been his hairy ass so it was thoughtful of
him to get on the opposite side so she had a better view. He turned on his
side and moved in tight against me, his upper leg over mine as he put one arm
under my head and started to fondle my breasts with the other. I could feel
his hard dick pressing into my side as he scooted himself in tight against
me.
Leaning over me, we kissed and out tongues met. I felt like I was giving
myself to him, handing myself over to his control as he squeezed my boobs and
rubbed his dick against me.
With my one hand I reached between us and held onto his dick like it was some
hard sausage. He felt so warm and stiff in my hand. I couldn’t really do
anything but hold him as we were so tight against one another but it felt
good to have him in my grip as we kissed passionately. Once again my pussy
was tingling and my nipples were hard as he pinched them gently between his
thumb and forefinger.
“I love you daddy,” I whispered as he took a breath for just a moment, “You
can do anything you want to me... anything. Just love me.”
There are few people in the world to whom I can make that statement – and
mean it. Well, make that ONE person. I trusted my father more than anyone
else in the world, (except maybe my mother but that is different). I meant
what I said to him. In my heart I truly felt as if I was surrendering myself
to him. I was his to do as he pleased and he knew it.
“Oh baby, I love you too,” he responded gently, his voice hoarse with lust.
He bent his head down and started to suck on my nipples, starting with the
one closest to him and then leaning over me to suck on the other. He
massaged each boob as he licked on the nipple, squeezing it and kneading it
like bread. Gripping my nipple with his teeth, he pulled up gently on it and
then released it, letting it snap back into place. Then his tongue would run
circles around my nipples, playing over the dark areas of my areola, running
over my nipple and then back over the fullness of my breast again. God it
felt so good! I leaned my head back and closed my eyes so I could focus on
the sweet sensations he created in my breast as he worked my boobs with his
mouth, tongue and hand.
“That feel so good when you suck on them like that,” I sighed softly, putting
my hand over his as he fondled me.
I liked to feel his hand under mine, feel his fingers move and then feel the
corresponding results in my chest. His hand was so much larger than mine.
He could cup my entire boob, lifting it up and squeezing it just right. As
he continued to suck on them, his hand moved its way down, teasing my
ticklish stomach and then I could feel a single finger playing along my pussy
slit, staying just on the outside of it as he dragged his fingertip up and
down the length of it.
Just as I was about to burst from the suspense, his finger moved over and
easily slid between my wet pussy lips and found their way to my pussy hole.
He gently pushed one finger into me, probing me and inserting just up to the
first joint and moving it around in me in slow circles. The thick bundles of
nerve endings at the entrance to my pussy all seemed to respond at the same
time, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through me. My orgasm rose up
quickly and before I knew it, I was cumming, and cumming hard, especially for
my first one.
“Oh make me cum harder daddy!” I pleaded, reaching down and pushing his
finger deeper into me.
He used his thumb to toy with my pussy while his fingers did their thing
inside of me, toying with my pussy hole and then even moving down to my
asshole. He didn’t try to push it in my ass but rather just played around
the outside of it, making me cum even harder.
As my pussy was still reeling from my orgasm, his mouth left my boob and he
began to kiss my stomach and then the top area of my crotch. His pulled his
hand back and spread my legs further apart, then traced over the smooth soft
inner surfaces of my upper thighs with the backs of his fingers. He moved
his entire body down until he was between my legs with his arms around my
legs and his hands under my ass, gripping me and lifting me up into his face.
His tongue ran over my clit and I knew another orgasm was not far behind,
even as the first one was barely history.
My dad didn’t eat pussy every time we fucked. In fact, he didn’t eat pussy
just about any time we fucked. I have never quit figured it out, it just was
the way things were. It wasn't that he didn’t like to eat pussy – he licked
my mom and Kristi all the time. I had never really asked him directly about
it and when I mentioned it to my mom, she just shrugged her shoulders as if
to say, “men, who knows why they do what they do.” So for whatever reason, he
usually stuck with my boobs and fucking me. Today must have been really
special because he buried his face in my pussy and quickly brought me to my
second orgasm. My dad may not lick me often, but when he does, GOD it feels
so good!
I would have loved to suck his cock some more but as my orgasm faded slowly
away (it didn’t help that he never stopped licking me the entire time but
then, who as in a hurry?). Today, though, it was like he substituted my
mouth on him for his mouth on me as now he was ready to fuck me. Sometimes I
got in a say in how we fucked but once he made up his mind that it was time
to get down and fuck, that was it, no further comments accepted.
I was panting from my orgasm as he looked up to see how I was doing. His
face was all wet from my pussy cum and he looked like a man in heaven. He
crawled up and on top of me, using his arms and elbows to support himself so
he wouldn’t put his full weight on me while he was on top of me.
“Oh daddy, I want you to fuck me so bad right now,” I whispered to him, just
loud enough for my mom to hear.
She had been sitting almost motionless throughout so far, just her hand
moving, barely visible between her legs. She seemed mesmerized by the scene
in front of her. I could see her eyes were fixed on where his dick was
hovering over my pussy, waiting like an airplane on approach to enter my
pussy.
Without another word he lowered his dick to my pussy hole. I felt the top of
his head hit just above my asshole and then he slide it upward until it was
just outside of my pussy hole.
“That’s it, fuck her John,” I heard my mom urge him on. Damn, BOTH my
parents were horny as hell today. Typically my mom didn't say a word while
my dad was fucking me unless it was for our safety or privacy.
Well, I wanted my dad to fuck me as bad as my mom did so I lifted my hips up
to push against him. He responded by thrusting himself into me, driving his
dick home in one long hard stroke. The base of his crotch met my pussy mound
and he ground his pubic hair against me. I could feel him in me, his entire
dick within my body as my pussy gripped him as tightly as possible.
“Damn, you’re always so tight when we first fuck,” he semi-complained.
Well, he could try with that act but I knew the truth, he loved my tight
cunt. Compared to my mom, who had borne a child, I was much tighter, That
said, I only hoped mine was as pretty and tight as hers when I got to be her
age! My mom didn’t shave hers, in fact she didn’t even trim it half the time
unless she knew it was something special. With today’s things and such, NOT
shaving was sort of slutty now and I always thought it looked so slutty when
a girl would let her pubic hair stick out from her clothes. Maybe in
Europe….
My dad pumped my pussy for awhile and then he put his arms around me and we
rolled the other way such that I was on top and he was on his back – all
without his dick popping out of me even once. I was riding him like a
cowgirl, facing him and putting my hands on his chest as I rocked on his dick
to cause it to stroke in and out of me. It also gave my mom a great view of
my dad’s dick in my pussy as she was slightly behind me when she sat at my
desk. I could only imagine how it looked to see my ass rising up and down
with his dick sliding in and out of me like a fleshy piston.
I knew my dad also liked my ass so I paused for a moment to swivel around his
cock, keeping it in me yet again as I changed positions. Now I could see my
mom as I rode my dad, giving my dad a clear view of my perky ass. I felt his
hands grip my butt cheeks as he pushed me and pulled me up and down his dick.
Leaning over and supporting myself with my hand on his lower legs, I knew he
could see not only my pussy with his dick in it, but my asshole as well.
Granted, that was ALL he was going to see, but it still excited me that I
knew he would be looking at me.
Had it been up to me, I would have stayed on top until he finished himself
off. It wasn't my most preferred position for his to ejaculate in me but it
was the one at hand at the moment and OK with me in any case. I was ready,
ready for him to cum in me. I was rocking on his dick more than lifting
myself on him as it was much less exertion for essentially the same results.
As usual, my dad had other thoughts in mind. He lifted me up and flipped me
over on my back again and this time he snuggled in beside me and turned me on
my side. Lifting my upper leg up and behind his, he positioned his dick once
again at the opening to my womanhood and without further fanfare, thrust
himself into me in one hard stroke.
“Cum in me daddy, I want you to cum in me,” I assured him as he began to
stroke himself faster and faster in side of me, “I want you to fill me with
your love.”
For my dad, that was usually the way he DID cum at least 90% of the time,
unless I was sucking him in which case he came in my mouth. Rarely he would
cum on me and then it was usually on my boobs for some reason. Typically he
did that when he masturbated while watching me sleep and wanted to leave me a
reminder of what I had “inspired”.
Suddenly he thrust himself hard against me, driving me against the headboard
of my bead. “Oh fuck!” he groaned as his hips swung into me, his ass
clenching as his dick began to release his load of sperm into me. Each time
he banged into me, I could feel that slight sensation of warmth and I knew
his sperm was being injected into me with each stroke. Mmmmmmm, my dad was
cumming inside of me, he was literally mating me as he delivered his fresh
incestuous sperm into my fertile womb. (OK, so technically I wasn't fertile
being on the pill, so cut me some slack and let me be romantic about it, ok?)
He was indeed horny, delivering half a dozen decent loads into me, followed
by several “aftershocks” where he just instinctively thrust himself again and
again, even thought there was nothing left to give me.
When he was done, he collapsed, barely holding his weight off of me with his
elbows. “Oh god... oh god,” he kept repeating over and over as he tried to
regain his breath. He was sweating profusely, some of it dripping onto me
but I didn’t care. His dick was still in me and I loved the way it throbbed
inside of me, knowing it was surrounded by his cum.
Then I got the biggest surprise of the day. My mom got up and pushed my dad
over on his side. He rolled over and laid there like a sack of potatoes,
totally spent and exhausted. She looked up at me and smiled, saying, “Don’t
be too greedy, I want some of that cum too.”
She lowered her head and started to lick my pussy. I squeezed down, trying
to force his cum out of me. He had released it deep inside of me, though,
and it was slow going to get it to drain down quickly so I sat up and then I
felt it literally pour out of me and down the crack of my ass. Laying back
again, my mom started to lick my pussy, gobbling up my dad’s cum as it
drained out of me.
It wasn't just my cum she went for either, she also made sure my clit got its
fair share of attention and I felt my final orgasm surging in me. My mom
sensed it as well and she pushed two fingers finger into my pussy as her lips
locked onto my clit and her tongue teased the tip of it. Her tongue is what
did it as I shut my eyes and felt like I was lifting up off my bed, suspended
in mid air as every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire.
My back arched and she held onto my, her arms wrapped around me and her hands
clenching my ass as she pulled her face into me to keep me from bucking her
off as I thrashed with the pleasure of my incredible orgasm. I thought the
first ones were good… well they were nothing combined to this last one. OMG,
it was like it would never end as my mom kept her tongue moving at just the
right time to keep me on the knife edge. My pussy felt like I was draining a
solid flow of cum, I must have been soaking the bed under me.
I really have no idea how long this went on but finally I just couldn’t take
any more and I collapsed in the bed like a sack of wet flour. My mom loved
up on one side of me while my dad was on the other. She reached over and
kissed me and I could taste the mixture of my dad and my cum on her mouth and
tongue as we kissed softly.
Normally after sex I still feel the need to masturbate or otherwise be active
doing something. Guys typically fall asleep on me but I don’t care as that
gives me the chance to do myself one more time. Today it was different.
This time it was ME that was falling asleep as I felt like I had just run a
marathon. I passed out in my parents’ arms, my final thoughts being how
wonderful it was to be home again. I couldn’t have asked for a better
homecoming.
THE END