(Publish date February 21, 2012)

My name is Jennifer.  I have a different kind of Mormon Chick story.  My Mom came off as Molly Mormon to most that knew her.  Always there for services and volunteering.  Never missed a Relief Society meeting even though it meant sitting next to a friend after she had fucked the friend's husband.  My real father was a bullheaded priesthood member.

Mom was fucking her way through the Ward and just about anyone else that interested her.  I didn't know what a hot wife was then, but that described Mom pretty well.  I had seen my father's cock a few times accidentally.  Okay ... I slipped around and spied on him.  I didn't know it then, but Dad had a Mormon dick.  Only about five inches the time I saw it hard.

Thanks to the internet, I recently learned certain jewelry meant the wife was married but available for fucking other men and the husband probably didn't know.  Those items were an ankle bracelet worn on the right ankle and rings on a couple of toes.  Mom had both.

It was an outside signal that a wife wanted to fuck.  That was Mom!  Her flirting ways would have been a good signal anyway, but the ankle bracelet drew the comments.  I remember them well, at age eight or nine I didn't understand much.  The toes rings were apparent when Mom wore summer sandals and open toe shoes.

I don't know how Dad missed it.  Maybe he knew and the was the reason he was mean to her.  I was the youngest and remembered all the cum in Mom's panties when I had to help out on wash day.  I pieced together the meaning of that from my two older sisters when I heard them talking about it.  They didn't hear me come downstairs with a hamper load of dirty clothes.

"Do you notice all the cum in Mom's panties?"

"Lord, I wonder how many guys she is doing?  Every day has some in them.  The light streak where it's probably leaking from the day or so before and then the load where the whole crotch is soaked."

"She must be fucking a couple of guys on those days.  Surely one man can't be shooting that much seed in her?

"Kind of makes you wonder if we all have the same Dad, doesn't it?"

"I don't think me or Jennifer could be Dad's kids."

"Don't leave me out!  I think she must have fucked someone else when she got knocked up with me, too!"

I barely knew what fucking was.  It didn't mean a lot until I was older and Mom had remarried.  I kept it to myself and tried not to think about it.  Being the youngest I was the one Mom thought didn't have it figured out.  I saw a lot for a little kid.

Then everything went to hell.  After a big fight after church late one Sunday we heard Dad calling Mom a cunt and a whore.  Mom accused him of cheating on her.  Turns out he said fucking one of the women in the Ward was nothing like the parade between her legs.

I guess that meant he didn't totally have his head up the ass of the priesthood.  It all seemed to calm down for a while and we thought we were going to make it.  Then one day Mom came to pick me up from school and said we were leaving Dad and moving to Southern Idaho.

We didn't leave alone.  One of Mother's lovers had a group of buddies load up everything Mom wanted and had it all moved in by that night at dark.  I got up from my bed to go to school that morning and got back in it that night miles away.

The guy that helped us move married Mom after her divorce was final.  She left the old Utah ward behind, but was already working on the new one in Idaho.  Guys flocked to my Mom.  She did all she could to make it happen.  Knowing all the signs from the way Mom acted when Dad wasn't around told me Mom was finding a couple of new guys every week to let between her legs.

My stepdad had no idea of the rules Mom lived by.  He was always so good to Mom and me.  My two older sisters were gone shortly after.  One married and one went to college.  Both of them were cunts just like Mom.  There wasn't a cock on a man they couldn't learn to like.

My stepfather was my one constant in my life.  He married Mom when I was nine.  Mom had an affair with him and divorced my Dad.  For everything my father was, my stepfather was the opposite.  My mother was the fucking slut.  She turned a Temple Marriage into a joke. 

Then last couple of years of her first marriage Mom must have fucked fifty different guys.  She didn't think I would know what was going on.  Finding your Mom with some guy's cock in her isn't too hard to figure out that something was wrong.

My real Dad was no prize.  He lived the Priesthood to the fullest.  He was also a piece of shit with my Mom and my siblings.  My Stepfather didn't know he was one of several fucking my Mom when she announced she was divorcing Dad and getting remarried.  And, it continued. It was embarrassing ten years later being with friends in high school and knowing your Mom was fucking several of their fathers.

I had a crush on my Stepfather from the day he and Mom moved in together.  I was the youngest child, but I knew Mom was taking him off to bed to fuck him when he stayed that first night in Idaho. 

Within a month she was fucking a couple of the men in our new town.  I don't know if she thought I was blind or stupid. My stepfather didn't seem to have a clue.

The first few months of their marriage I followed my stepfather around to the point he would have to announce he was going to the bathroom to keep me from following him in there. 

He was so cool compared to my own Dad.  When I wanted to play in the baseball league he was the one that played catch with me for hours and taught me how to bat.

When I had my first menstrual period at school and bled through my pants he was the one that took off work to come to get me.  From hearing Mom's excuse I knew she was somewhere with some strange cock buried in her twat when I needed her.  My stepfather didn't see through her excuse, but I knew what she would have been doing.

When I was fifteen my stepfather said he would match any money I could save towards a car.  I found a restaurant job and it cost him quite a bit.  He wanted me in a safe vehicle.  At sixteen he taught me to drive.  By then I considered him my Dad.  Had for a long time, actually. 

He was the only one there for me for my eighteenth birthday.  That was that time Mom went to Indiana to help with the grandkids while my sister and her husband vacationed.  She could have waited another couple of days and seen me blow out my candles.  There would have still been time to get to Indiana to babysit.

Instead it was just Dad and me.  I was out of school, working, but not dating at the moment.  He went to the mall with me to buy a nice dress for "our birthday date".  Getting him to a mall was a major event, but he went for me.

I found the dress I liked almost right away.  I was enjoying having Dad looking at clothes with me so much that I made a mental note of the one I liked and dragged him to several more stores.  The idea of stripping down with him just outside the curtain started to turn me on.  That wasn't my intention, yet I could feel my pussy getting wet.

By the third store I had figured out that Dad was enjoying, too.  Neither one of us wanted to quit and go home.  That's when I decided to go a little more adult on my selections.  One of the dresses couldn't be worn with the bra I had on.  I took it off and pulled the dress up over my 36 C-cup breasts.

I was almost as embarrassed to go out there as Dad was when he saw me.  He had either seen me dressed or in pajamas.  I don't think he knew my rocket shaped tits with hard nipples were going to be under that fabric.

"I'm sorry Dad, I guess I should have left my bra on under the dress."

"Uh, no.  Just give me a minute to adjust.  I know you aren't my little girl any more.  I just didn't realize how much of a woman you are."

"Do you want me to go back to little girl clothes?"

"You're a woman.  You deserve to dress like a woman."

"Then let me check the rack for some womanly clothes."

Everything I picked out was more of a braless type and low cut.  I opted for shorter skirts.  I forgot about the dress I had picked out earlier.  My final choice was a green low cut dress with spaghetti straps and a flowing short skirt.  I think Dad agreed with me.

"How about this one?  Do you like it?"

"I have never seen anyone look more beautiful."

I took a little bow that let half my cleavage show. 

"Oh, I almost lost them there didn't I?  I guess I'd better be careful bending over."

I bent over again to where I thought both tits would slide out of the dress.  Having Dad mesmerized I turned around and bent over.  I know the skirt had to come just below my panties if not higher.

"What do you think?  Will my panties show?"  Dad knew I was cock teasing.  My pussy had to be hanging down in view.  It was new to me.  I'd never even teased a boyfriend.

"I never knew going to the mall could be so much fun."  Dad laughed

"You can come with me any time you want.  I'm not sure that this dress doesn't deserve different panties.  What do you think?"

I was shaking when I reached for the hem of the dress.  I lifted it up to my waist to expose pretty boring panties for a teenager.  I'm a hairy girl.  My bush is really thick and the hair starts to grow down the insides of my thighs several inches and I have a strip of hair that grows to my navel.  I hadn't trimmed for swimsuit season yet.  The panties weren't hiding anything.

"Dad ... Dad.  What do you think?  The panties.  Should I get different panties?"

I heard some women come to try on clothes.  I had to drop my skirt.  We had been lucky to get a bit of quiet time alone.  The women looked at Dad with a "What the fuck are you doing here look".

"We bought the dress.  I took Dad over to the undergarment department.  There wasn't anyone close to us.  I didn't want to embarrass him too badly.  By that time I think he was all in on my game anyway.  I picked up a  bikini panty about the color of the dress.

"How do you think this would look on me?"

"I think you'd have to shave."

"Whoa, Dad!  I thought I'd get the best of you.  I'm the one that ended up embarrassed."

I reached for some thongs and his eyes lit up.  I held one up for him to see.

"That's seriously more womanly." He was teasing me now.

I called his bluff and took a g-string from the rack.

"Then I guess you are really going to love this!"  That's the one he bought.

I tried the dress and the g-string on in my room when I got home.  I called Dad in and modeled the dress for him.  I wanted to show how the g-string was in my ass and that the patch barely cover my pussy.

"I'd show you what else you bought, but I want to shave first."  I couldn't believe what I said.

"Maybe just a nice trim around the edges.  The hair looks pretty good as it is."  I really couldn't believe he said that.

Dad worked the next day.  It was my birthday.  My eighteenth birthday.  There might be other reasons not to get so hot over my Dad, but not being legal wasn't one of them any more.  My first goal was trimming my pussy.  Remembering what he said about my bush I left it so the g-string had hair out around the sides and top.

When he came home I was in the bathroom taking a bath.  I had left the door standing almost fully open.  It was part of my plan as the new woman in the house to tease Dad.

I had laid back in the water.  My nipples were rock hard when I sensed Dad in the doorway watching me.  I had fingered myself, as I had often done.  I liked to pleasure myself with a soapy washcloth sliding between my pussy lips and rubbing over my clit.

That's what I was doing when I spoke in a low voice.

"You know, Dad.  Women masturbate, too.  I just need to take a little of the edge off here.  I'll be done in a couple of minutes."  I settled back to finish myself.  With him watching I'd cum quick.

"I know.  Your mother masturbates, too.  He panties always have a glob in them."

"Dad!  When I finish here, we need to talk."

"Jenny.  I know.  Your Mom is a real tramp for the men.  That's how we met.  I hoped she would change.  I guess we both know she didn't."

I started to feel sad for him ... then my orgasm surprised me.  I almost leaped out of the water.  I stood up and Dad handed me a towel.  He stood there while I dried off.

"Nice job on trimming the bush ... I like it like that."

"Should I feel funny thanking my Dad for a compliment like that."

We both just laughed.  Dad went to shower.  I was tempted to join him.  Then again I was ready to jump him after he watched me make myself cum.  I dressed to go out.

Dad dressed up really nice.  He opened the car door for me.  Before I got in I hugged him.  I stood back at arm's length and let him admire my boobs.  Nothing needed to be said.  When I got in the car I trailed my leg enough to give him a nice beaver shot at my patch of a G-string.

Dinner was really good.  Just the two of us having an adult evening.  We sat side by side in a booth.  We held hands over my thigh under the table.  I let go and patted him.  I put my hand on top of his and guided it to my inner thigh, pulling it slightly towards my pussy.

His hand went up a little ways and stopped.  I nudged him a little higher.

"Is that what you are wanting?"

His hand was on my pussy.  I took it and put in under the g-string.  His finger wiggled against my clit., then down between my cunt lips.  I could see the server come out from the kitchen to bring us our food.  I braced myself on the table and had an orgasm on my Dad's hand.

I don't know how the server could have missed what had happened.  I was all rattled and giddy acting when he placed my plate before me.  I squeezed my Dad's hand under the table.  I whispered, "Thank you!"  The waiter told me I was welcome.  I must have whispered louder than I thought.

Dad insisted on one dance when I wanted to call it a night.  With that over I had other plans.  We went home.  Dad went into his bedroom to change his clothes.  I followed him.  When he turned around to look at me I took off the dress and the g-string.  I stood fully naked in front of him and got under the covers.

Not, that Mom hadn't had dozens of men in that bed when Dad was away or at work.  Now he had a woman in her bed that he was about to fuck .... and it was her very own daughter.

"Come on!  You're not going to leave a woman in desperate need of some cock are you?"

"I guess I need to finish what I started at the restaurant."

"Wow!  Did you ever have me started ... and finished, too!"

We were naked under covers together.  I had never seen Dad's cock.  I didn't know what to expect, but I liked what I saw.  We were grabbing each other under the blankets.  I had Dad by the cock and he was sucking on me from one nipple to the other.

It got pretty hot pretty fast.  We laughed as we kicked the covers to the floor.  I spread my legs for Dad to get between them.  He had his cock bobbing at my cunt opening as he continued to suck my nipples.

"Oh, my God, please fuck me.  I really want you inside me."

Dad, straightened up and looked down a where my pussy was about to take him in.

"I have to do something first."

I was afraid he was going to get a condom.  I knew I was safe in my cycle from pregnancy.  I wanted him fucking me bareback inside my wet cunt.  Instead his tongue ran the length of my pussy hole and he sucked onto my clit.  Heat shot through me.  He nipped my clit between his teeth.  Letting go he buried his face in my juices and licked my slit.  Then he moved up to fuck me.

"Jesus Christ!  That sure beats a finger and a soapy washcloth!"

"Really?  Does it?"

"Oh, hell yes?"

"Then let me do it a little more."

Fuck!  He was back down there.  Suddenly get his cock in me wasn't as important.  I dug my heels into the bed to shove his face in my crotch.  I didn't care if he stopped until I had him up to his ears.  Holy fuck, that felt good.  He made me cum again.  Even better than at the restaurant.

This was the point he should probably come up and fuck me.  I laid there whimpering.  He slowly licked and sucked one cunt lip then the other.  I got stuck between wanting to cum again and never wanting to stop.  I felt myself cumming softly a couple of times as Dad controlled the pace.

As I got into a relaxed state Dad tried to suck both cunt lips into his mouth while getting my clit in there, too.  I'm not sure what he did, but I was cumming all over his face in seconds.  He wouldn't stop.  I couldn't take any more, but I could not quit cumming long enough to say anything.

I went limp in the bed.  The bed he shared with my mother.  He stopped what he was doing to me and gave me a couple of brisk kisses right in the middle of my slit.

"Still want to fuck your stepfather?"

"More than ever!"

I was already flat on my back with my legs spread wide.  All he had to do was crawl between them and feed his cock into me.  I didn't want to be bothered with the mess from the virgin deal.  I had gotten myself off with a hair brush earlier in the day.  That was one of the things on my to do list.  It stung a little, but there wasn't much blood.

Now I was a woman ready to be fucked.  Dad brushed the head of his cock against my cunt lips.  With both hands still on the bed he managed to find the right spot in my gaping slit.  The head went in easily.  I was so wet the first couple of inches were in me with no effort.

Dad started nudging into me with slow, short strokes.  I could feel my pussy spread as his prick entered me.  I started fucking back at him.  He picked up his speed.  I felt full.  His balls were resting against my ass.  My cunt walls were tight against his shaft.

Dad kept thrusting into me.  While doing so he reached for Mom's pillow and put it under my ass.  I could feel his cock go in deeper.

"It changes the angle.  You got a little more, didn't you?"

I could just smile with tears my eyes.  I was so happy to have my Dad with his cock buried so deep in me.  I had it all.  It must be a big one or Mom never would have been interested.  This was so good.  I was wondering what the hell was wrong with Mom?

Dad made me cum, a couple of little ones compared to what his mouth had done to me.

We both looked down and watched my little pussy take the length of his cock.  My pussy would push inward as he pushed and the lips would try to follow his cock on the out stroke.  I was fucking my Dad and I was loving it.

"So, how's that pillow working out?"

"Umm, really, really good!"

"Do think we should was the pillowcase before she gets home?  It's kind of nice, her being here with us like this."

"If we didn't she would be in a panic thinking it was from some guy and her, with her forgetting to change it before she went to babysit."

"I guess we shouldn't be harsh on your mother."

"Yes, we should!  It's just now I understand why she wants to do this all the time, but I don't know why not with you"

"It's not the cock that she is after as much as she is getting strange cock and thinking she is getting away with it.  If she wasn't cheating she probably wouldn't care is she fucked guys or not."

"Have you ever cheated on Mom?"

"Only with her daughter!"  Dad laughed.

"I hope you just mean this daughter!"

"You got it!  I love you Jenny."

"I  love you, too, Dad.

Dad and I spent the rest of Mom's trip fucking.  I learned to suck cock.  I loved the taste of Dad's cum in my mouth and got to where I wanted to swallow every load.  We got a chance for sex at least once a week while I still lived at home.  After I got my own place I'd time my visits hoping Mom would be out getting laid so I could be fucking Dad.

Now that I explained my eighteenth birthday I need to take back up where Mom returned from babysitting for my sister's vacation. 

Mom had been to Indiana before and apparently had a guy there she was letting screw her.  I heard them making plans on the phone.  During the day when the kids were in school Mom was meeting up with the guy.  He was fucking her everyday and slipping in when the kids went to bed at night.

My sister found out what was happening from a neighbor that saw her leave and followed her.  It's hard to not be spied on in Indiana. 

After Sis got back from vacation, and before Mom left to come home, Sis caught Mom with her husband.  They supposedly were up for a midnight snack.  When Sis checked my Mother was giving her son-in-law a hand job in the laundry room.  He later confessed they had been fucking each other the last couple of visits.  I don't know why someone didn't tell my stepfather what happened.

Mom strayed often enough from home that I was getting chances to be fucking her husband.  I moved out, married, had kids, and divorced.  Mom continued to fuck around, yet seldom missed Sunday services.  While I lived at home I usually went with her. 

Dad wasn't much of a Mormon.  He'd help out neighbors and the like.  Not a lot of money went to tithing.  He wasn't much for Church activities.  I could see where he might feel that way.  Mom would do a subtle version of her flirting in church.  Anything to be the predator she was and to turn a man's head.

When Mom and I would come home from the Sunday activities Mom would have a meet up going on and soon after arriving home she would be off again somewhere.  Leaving me with her own husband while she fucked someone's else's man may not have worked out like she thought it was.

As soon as Mom would start the car I would strip my clothes off in the kitchen and look out the window at the smug look on her face as she drove away.  With me bent over the sink Dad would sink his hard cock in me from behind.  He would start to pump into me nice and slow.

"How's that feeling in you Jenny?"

"Oh, God, Dad.  I do love the feel of your cock spreading my cunt walls."

"Get talking like that young lady and you'll have my load of sperm flooding your womb before you are ready!"

"You know I'm always ready to feel your seed inside me, Dad.  You are starting to throb and swell.  Mother wouldn't be happy if she knew your cum was in me before she got to Main Street."

With Mom staying in heat for hard cock Dad and I would end up watching the Broncos play football together.  This time was much like the others.  Dad pulled out of me in the kitchen and went to sit on the couch.  I'd follow him in and sit on his cock.

I'd be taking him balls deep from my position above him as the game would come on behind me.  I liked facing Dad so I could tease him with big firm tits.  If I could get a hard nipple in his mouth I could get him to totally forget about third downs for a while.

This time was memorable because Mom's luck ran out as the man's wife must have messed up their plans and Mom didn't get fucked as long as she hoped for.  All I know is that the game was still on when we heard her close her car door in the driveway.

Dad had already made me cum a couple of times.  I was doing a reverse cowgirl.  Dad was playing with my tits as her reached from behind me.  The game was going on and I had just decided to grind down hard on Dad's cock and drain his balls into me.  I loved the feel of that first spurt from Dad's cock.

I know we gave Mom a few extra seconds to get in the house because Dad was just ready to lose it when we heard the car door slam.  She must have been in the door as I took the last of his seed.  When I stood up to run for the bathroom as stream of Dad's cum fell out of my open cunt and hit the floor.

A glob of cum hit the carpet and threaded out from just past the coffee table.  I stopped and looked back at Dad on the couch.  He just folded his cock back in the pants and was shifted to hide the remaining hardness.  Our eyes met with the wonder if either of us could get to it to clean it up.

Mom came around the corner into the family room.  She spoke to Dad in a less than sugary tone.  It was obvious her cock session didn't go as planned.  The game was still going on.  Dad and I were usually on the couch watching 60 minutes when she came him.

I got to the hallway and got my shorts and top on.  As she moved in my direction to speak to me as I stepped back into the room.  She stopped directly over where I leaked on the floor.  Dad and I locked eyes and then watched Mom in hopes she had not noticed.  As she stepped back my little spill looked all the more obvious.

Mom's eyes went to the carpet, up to me, and over to Dad.  She had seen it.  We waited for the screaming to start.  Instead she stepped back over it, place one shoe right on the glob itself.  She shifted her foot a little and tried to drag across it with her shoe.

I looked at Mom's dress hem.  Directly below it, along side her knee was cum running from her inner thigh.  Mom must have left her panties off.  She was thinking it must have slid out of her.

Dad was giving me an "act innocent" look.  I was standing five feet from Mom.  We each had a leaking cunt.  Hers from a load from whoever's husband she was fucking today, and mine from her husband,  my stepfather that I love so much.

Dad saw I was looking at Mom and I guess could tell it was cum running out of Mom's pussy and past her knee.  I was trying to hold my cunt lips tight by rotating the toes of my feet towards each other.  That battle was being lost.  I could feel another big shot of Dad's seed start down my own leg.

"Well, Mom.  I hope you got all your errands done.  I was just headed for the bathroom when you came in."

"Yes, Honey.  I need to get to my bathroom, too."

I looked at Dad's cum, now smeared on the carpet.  When I looked up Mom was looking back up as well.  Our eyes met as if to acknowledge what it was.  When I came back into the family room I sat and watched the rest of the Broncos game with Dad.

Mom came out of their room with a glass of water.  She held it and watched the game with us for a few moments.  Then as she moved away some water "accidentally" spilled from her glass.

"Oh, My Golly Heck.  Can you believe I stood here and spilled water on the carpet?"

"I'll get that for you, Mom."

"Oh, no.  It's my mess.  I'll get it!"

It felt good to get one over on the old cunt.  She could clean up sperm from Dad that was in me any time she wanted to.  If was so funny seeing her on her knees cleaning up what she thought leaked out of her.

That's the way it was for us.  Dad and I.  Fucking at every opportunity.  I'd gone on birth control as soon as Dad fucked me the first time on my 18th birthday.  Mom had no problems with getting pregnant.  She had her tubes tied after having me.

Changes came for us as I guess I wanted a man I didn't have to share with my mother.  There aren't a lot of choices for men in Southern Idaho.  Then one day I was at a store getting gas when my car wouldn't start.  A couple of young boys helped push my car aside. 

There was a garage on the next lot to the store with a "Mechanic on Duty" sign on the door.  I'd seen the guy out there.  Older than me, tall, and skinny.  I made my way over his direction.  I entered the door with the sign.  Kenny was leaning under the hood of what must have been a project car.  No one could afford what that car needed.

"Hi, can I help you?"  Kenny had a nice smile and pleasant voice.

"My car over there won't start."  I pointed towards it setting off to the side.

"Let's go see what's wrong."  He grabbed a rag and a couple of wrenches.

A quick tightening of a battery cable had me going again.

"That was great how much do I owe you?"

"It all depends ... did you loosen that cable so you could meet me?"

"What?  No, of course not."

"Darn!  Well, in that case I'll charge you five dollars."

"And, if I had?" 

I liked the flirting.  I could feel my nipples harden in my shirt.  I stood to poke them a little more at him.

"If you were trying to get me to ask you out it would have been free."

"Yeah, too bad.  You are sweet, but too old for me."  I handed him a five dollar bill.

"No, seriously.  I'm only twenty seven.  I just look older."

"That's pretty old for me.  I'm still just eighteen."

"Okay ... dinner and a movie!  My best offer."

"Well, okay you are cute and kind of sweet.  I guess it won't hurt me.  My parents say I have to be in by nine."

"Really?"

"No.  Not really.  Now give me my five dollars back."

Dating Kenny was more fun that I thought it might be.  I had Dad to fuck me so it wasn't like I was in it for sex.  Matter of fact, I felt like fucking Kenny would be like cheating on Dad.  And, I liked the way Dad fucked me.

Four months later Kenny and his blue balls asked me to marry him.  I accepted.

"If I marry you, I get all the benefits ... right?"

"Since you are marrying me you can have the benefits right now."

We went to his place and I let him fuck me for the first time.  As much as Kenny was tall and thin his cock was long and thin as well.  He went in deeper than Dad, but I felt myself clenching to feel full.  I felt terrible for what I had done.

When I got home Mom was already back from her Relief Society meeting.  She had been about an hour late, but that had less to do with what happened at the meeting as opposed to what she probably had between her legs afterwards.

I wasn't the room more that two minutes until Mom decided she need to shower.  She probably felt a load running down her thighs again.  I had my own sperm getting away from me.  It's nice when a mother and daughter like the same things.

"Dad, I have to show you this first.  Kenny proposed to me."  I showed him the ring.

"Good for you, Jenny.  You can't be an old maid.  You are nineteen now.

I had turned nineteen.  Mom was there for that one.  Then after we cut the cake she had to run out for something.  That gave us an unexpected quickie.  For my birthday Dad and I both stayed home.  We decided we would fuck in every room of the house as my birthday gift.  That's what I got, and now even a bonus room

Mom almost caught us.  She really was just running an errand.

So, anyway ... I'm telling Dad I'm getting married.

"I am happy .. but, I am sad.  I let Kenny fuck me."

"God, Jen.  It's not like you haven't been doing it several times a week anyway."

"Yes, but that was with you.  Do you think you could fuck me just a little so it would be you last in there with me?"

In about two minutes Dad started pounding the hell out of my cunt and filled me with cum.

"What go into you?  I know what just got into me.  Nice load, Dad!"

"There was already cum in there.  Your mother feels like that when she does fuck me.  I just never expected it with you.  It was all hot and slick and slippery.  Plus, what you said about wanting in there last after him."

"Okay, then.  I don't think I want to fuck him again anyway.  I just want your seed in me.  Even if I do marry him!"

It turned out my engagement didn't last long.  Mom liked Kenny.  I was working when Kenny came over early one afternoon.  Mom changed into her robe with nothing underneath.  She then offered my Kenny a snack and a drink.  It should be no surprise that Mom gave him a cleavage shot that turned into full left tit.

Catching his expression Mom apologized and asked if seeing his future mother-in-law's breast bothered him.  I got this from Kenny later as he tried to explain why when I came in Mom was leaning over with both hands on the couch and my boyfriend was feeding his cock into her from behind.

Maybe if they would have quit when Kenny saw me I could have gotten over it in time.  Instead she asked him to keep fucking her until shot his load of cum against her uterus.

This was the only time I saw my mother fuck anyone of the dozens she had let screw her.  It had to be with the guy I was going to marry.  If she wanted to break us up she got her wish.  I don't know if she ever let him fuck her again.  If she thought I would tell Dad she was wrong.  It was bad enough that he knew Mom was a slut without him knowing I had directly witnessed it.

My next boyfriend didn't happen until a year later.  I was taking Dad inside me on almost a daily basis.  Even going to fuck him a work.  A couple of times I took a break at work and fucked Dad in the parking lot.  I loved dealing with customers with Dad's cum fresh in my pussy.

The next boyfriend and I never had sex.  I was getting the cock that I wanted from Dad.  We date for a while until I dumped him.  The feeling was that I was doing him a favor.

Mom hit a bit of a run of bad luck.  A couple of her regulars moved out of Idaho.  One guy's wife got wise and made it hard for him to get to Mom and there were a couple of family vacations that got in the way.  That made it hard for Dad and I to fuck as much as I wanted him in me.  Hence, the parking lot fucks and what ever we could do to get alone together.

Dad offered to get me my own place if I wanted it.  It sounded good to me.  Maybe more time for us away from Mom.  I got the old furniture we had in the basement, plus my bedroom stuff and moved out.  Several from the ward pitched in and I went from living at home to being on my own in about an hour.

All that was left was some boxes with my clothes and personal items.  Dad and I thanked everyone and went back to get them.  Mom had one of her "errands" to run.  We loaded my remaining stuff and went to my new place.

We left things in Dad's pickup and went in to have our first fuck in my new place.  I needed to put a sheet on the bed so we opted to have him fuck me from behind as I sprawled face first over the little dining table that had belonged to my great grandmother.

Although I prefer Dad to fuck me face to face and half him play with my tits, I love a hard fuck from behind.  That's just what Dad was doing to me.  Getting him deep in my drenched cunt wasn't a problem.  He was soon fucking into my depths and lifting my feet off the floor with each thrust of his cock into me.

I guess I was getting loud.  My nipples against the table top was adding to what Dad was doing to my pussy from behind.  I started to cum just as I felt Dad's seed start to squirt from the end of his pulsing cock and flooding my spasming cunt.

Being alone for the first time in our own place.  It was our place!  I opted to stay naked after our fuck.  Dad had on just a shirt.  His cock flopped around as we started to put things away.  We had locked the door and no one could see in at us.

Dad got back at me for teasing him about his soft cock swaying from side to side when his cum ran from me each time I'd reach to put something on a higher shelf.  He sat back in a chair to watch me put away stuff in the kitchen cabinets.

I had a stool to stand on.  Dad said he like the view from behind of my fresh fucked pussy leaking his cum each time I stretched to reach a shelf.  Knowing he was watching made me add more of my own wetness to what was becoming a steady stream down my right thigh.

Having most of the kitchen put away we started on my our bedroom ... my bedroom ... no, it was our bedroom, and I was ready for Dad to do me on our bed.  I grabbed the bottom sheet and started to put it on the bed over the mattress.

That view Dad was admiring earlier got better with me bent over at the waist.  He was supposed to help, but got in behind me.  The next thing I knew the head of his now hard cock was positioned between my cunt lips.  I was ready.  I pushed back into his crotch and soon felt is balls hanging between us.  Dad began stroking into my pussy.  Cum was pushing out each time he shoved into me, splattering at my feet on the carpet.

As much as I wanted his cum in my vagina I wanted this to be special.  I had leaned forward to make him pull out with a plopping sound.  Dad's seed dribbled from my open slit.  Now laying on the bed I rolled over and beckoned him to fuck me with open arms.

He got between my legs.  I spread them wide to open my slippery twat for him to slide his big cock into my waiting gash.  I pulled him to me.  My arms around his neck.  My nipples pressed against his chest.  I began fucking up around his hard prick.  I could feel myself all squishy inside.

Dad's cock was giving me a real pounding.  It was like he was trying to drive my ass into the bed.  The next thing I knew I could feel him explode inside me.  I started to cum with him.  My pussy was trying to get the last tiny little of bit of length that could be taken into me.

We  lay in each other's arms for almost a half hour.  Dad kept kissing me our tongues sought each other our mouths.  Then he would suck my nipple into his mouth ever so gently.  If kept my cunt on fire.  I wanted this to never end.  Each little movement of his cock still in me brought a little of our cum out to run down my ass and onto our sheets.

Later Mom stopped by to see how we were doing.  We had showered and dressed.  I left my pussy alone.  I wanted as much of Dad's cum in me as I could keep for my first night by myself in our place.

Mom offered some comments about what I had done and offered to bring over some more stuff to make the place seem more like a home.  Dad had spent most of the day with me.  With Mom giving advice Dad decided to go home.  He hugged me a fatherly hug and said goodbye.

Mom watched him leave.  We stood side by side looking at my little family room.  Did she have any idea I was full of her husband's sperm?  Probably not.  If she smelled sex she would have thought it was coming from her own pussy.  What a mother and daughter combination.  Both of about ready to lose a load of seed, standing together discussing my new home.

The difference being Mom was a tramp.  I was in love with my Stepfather.  Much more than she ever had been or she could ever be.  Dad and I had a lot of great fuck sessions at our new home.  Mom continued to fuck whatever moved.  She was constant embarrassment with all of her slutty flirting.

Several months later a friend introduced me to David.  The pushed him at me like they thought I would end up an old maid or something.  I guess I was old for a Mormon chick not to be married.

So, David wasn't so bad.  I convinced myself that aviator glasses made him look like Tom Cruise.  Maybe I should have a husband and children.  I had everything David was looking for in a woman.  A nice car, a nice little house, a good job, by then working in an office ... and I was pretty damned hot looking.

David decided we should get married.  I showed Dad the ring first.  He said he was happy for me.  We were still fucking a couple of times per week.  Maybe he could knock me up and we could blame David.  It was a joke between us.  I stayed on the pill.

David had moved us back to the Salt Lake area so he could be near his family.  During my marriage to David Dad bailed us out several times.  He signed for a new car and helped us get a house.  He was just always there if I needed him. 

Dad and I got together when we could.  The distance from Idaho to Salt Lake was a strain.

My husband and I didn't have a Temple Marriage like Mom and my Dad.  Not that it would have helped any more than it did them.  David, my husband, had a roving eye.  While we were engaged her fucked an old girlfriend.  After our son was born he got moved to a different office to a lower paying job because he was fucking a co-worker.

A girl just expects her husband to be faithful.  Sure, we all could use a little strange cock every now and then.  Dad didn't get to visit often enough.  I was looking for a little strange myself.  On the other hand, David fucking some little slut was just unacceptable.

Times were never good for us.  I couldn't keep him working.  He kept taking classes for college.  He nailed a couple of girls from on campus.  I caught him with one of them at our house when I came home from work. 

Rather than pick up our son from his Mom her brought this whore home and fucked her on our couch.  The least the freeloading son of a bitch could do was not be fucking other women while I supported him.

After three kids and ten years of marriage David and I divorced.  I found out he was banging another co-worker.  By then I had paid his way through college.  He got a better job than me and left me with lots of bills, including house and car payments.  He tried not to pay any part of them,  nor would he pay reasonable support for his kids.

According to the law, children born during the marriage were the responsibilities of the husband.  Dave thought we had three kids together.  There is a funny story about that.  Every time I'd go home to see my folks I'd get pregnant.  Dave liked to joke it must be the water.

The first time I got pregnant David had to go out of town for a training seminar.  I decided to go see my Mom and Dad ... with full intentions of fucking Dad.  Mom had her usual excuses for going out and it worked out just fine with me.

Dad knocked me up on that trip.  That trip was my whole fertile period that month.  I had been off the pill for three months.  David and I were using his much recommended , and church approved rhythm method. Dad and I used it, too.  We hit such a rhythm that the walls would shake from the guest room bed banging against the wall.

Our son was born nine months later.  David was worth a shit for math.  Lucky me.  He never had a doubt and was so proud that he bred his little wife.

Our daughter wouldn't have been the fault of the water either, expect Dad said he liked the Idaho water that he brought with him.  That's all we drank while he was at our house.  David was working full time job for a short stretch. 

Dad had come down to help with some repairs on the house and install a lawn sprinkler system.  I'd tease him inside to fuck me a couple of times each day.  Dad had to work like hell after the last time he'd drain his cock in me until David would get home so his work would show some progress.

In addition to my daytime cunt reaming, David had softball practice twice that week.  Each time he and his buddies would go for a beer.  Dad would fuck me in our bed.  I let David sleep where Dad screwed me and not change the sheets.

Fucking Dad was nice.  His cock is a couple more inches than my husband's.  Nine months later our daughter was born.  When the due date was near David commented that he shouldn't have let me drink the jugs of Idaho water.

Baby number three came after another trip back to Idaho.  My car was not running and I had to take the bus.  Still, getting back with Dad made it worth it.  And, Dad made it worth it to me.  By then we could have fucked in the house with Mom there and she wouldn't have noticed. 

Some wife had complained to the Bishop about Mom fucking her husband.  I think Mom was preoccupied with getting the Bishop to fuck her so he would leave her alone about the other men.

That's when the shit hit the fan not long after I left.  Word got out after the Relief Society meeting about the cum trail Mom had left all over town.  Dad told me she kind of left him in a corner to where he had to move out to retain any respect in the ward.

At that time I was living with a man I didn't love that was cheating on me.  The man I really loved and the actual of my children was living 200 miles away in an old mobile home in Idaho.  Mom took Dad moving out to be the opportunity for her to hit the bars and start dating in public.

Now, back to my divorce.  David was a real prick.  Good riddance.  Then was when I discovered eligible Mormon men my age were pricks, too.  I tried dating.  I couldn't even find one to suit me enough to get laid.  The Mormon Church was no help.  All my Bishop did was hit on me.  I might have fucked him and got some groceries for my kids.  They weren't going to make my ex-husband act like a man.

Dumbass David married two more times.  Each time to a woman with a better house and income.  The motherfucker was born to be a human sponge.

Then I met Phillip that was not Mormon.  Phillip wined and dined me.  He had a better job than mine.  I fucked him and was happy to do it.  He was coming to see me several times per week.  His dick was a bit short.

Just getting an injection of sperm in my pussy on a regular basis was great.  He told me he was divorced. Then that he was getting a divorced.  Then the truth came out was still married.  I continued to fuck him anyway.  Sharing a husband was no longer new to me.

Time went on and nothing changed with us.  I was fucking him so he had no reason to leave his wife for me.  Then one day I ran into them at a store.  He had told me she was ugly and mean.  She was pretty and smart.  Out relationship ended with me telling him to make a choice.  He did.

I was back to trying to date again.  My life was in a spiral.  My bills going unpaid.  I was about to lose my house and car.  There was no one in the dating pool of any interest whatsoever.  I got health problems and my teenagers started acting like shit.  I finally broke down crying to my mother.  She called Dad.

My father was quick to console me and ask me what her could to to help.  This why I wanted to tell the story about my Stepfather and me.  He left Idaho to move in with me ... and help out with things.  The first thing he helped out with was my vagina.  It needed a lot of attention.

When he backed that pickup truck full of his things into my driveway.  I waived him inside.  I motioned him into the bedroom.  I was taking off my clothes as I went.  When I went to turn around before I got in bed Dad was already naked, and right behind.

I felt like stopping a the side and taking him from behind.  Instead I wanted him face to face, groin to groin.  If I wasn't ready when he drove up, I was ready now.  I spread my legs, exposing my wet slit.  I patted my pussy and told him to get where he belonged. 

He shoved his hard cock into my waiting cunt and we fucked until I realized the kids were about due home from school.  I rocked him hard and muttered something about the kids.  He filled me with the sperm I was missing so much.

That night after the kids were asleep Dad came into my bed.  We fucked each other for an hour and fell asleep in each others arms.

We barely woke up before the kids.  Grandpa in bed shouldn't come as a shock.  I had been divorced three years.  The kids were fifteen, thirteen, and nine.  I wouldn't have had to explain.  They would have figured it out. 

Mostly Dad and I would screw when the kids were in school.  Some nights I would slip in to ride his cock in his bed.  Then every other weekend we had the house to ourselves to play the newlywed game.  David had what he thought were his kids.  I was getting him for eleven hundred per month in child support.  The cocksucker deserved to pay.

Mom had to leave Idaho.  The word was out about her there.  She moved in with an old lover in Salt Lake that still lived in our old Ward.  I don't know what the Mormon ladies thought about that.  Mom seemed to care for the guy.  They reunited over the internet.  Maybe Mom was becoming an honest woman.

With Mom back Dad talked about divorcing her.  That would mean he wouldn't be my stepdad any more.  I liked the idea of what we had ... something a little taboo.  Mom and her guy were okay with leaving things as they were.

I'm sleeping with my stepfather now.  I love having Dad next to me at night.  It was the kids idea.  Like I said, it was their idea.  Welcome to Mormonville!

Finally, Mom and I sort of became friends  That's when I learned more about my self.

"You know honey," your grandparents divorced and both remarried."

"I knew that.  Maybe we just aren't the marrying kind!"  I joked with her.

"You don't have to tell me, but I don't think your children belong to your ex-husband."

A smile was the most she was getting from me.

"I took a liking to my stepfather, too.  That's where I learned there was no such thing as too much sex."

"That may be more than I need to know, Mom."

"Well, you and your sister belong to him.  Sort like of what you have done here."

"Oh, My God, Mother!"

"Sorry!"  You know how the LDS Church and Mormons love their genealogy.  Wait until they see the print out on this family tree!"

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