Subject:     Our First Family Threesome
Story Codes: MFf exhib inc father mother daughter
Diary Date:  May 19, 2001
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

It wasn’t long after I first had sex with my dad that I was with my mom.  I 
have say that having sex with your mom is a LOT different than being with 
your dad and I just don’t mean the fact that one involves a man and the other 
a woman. Then again, this WAS the first time I ever had sex with another girl 
which made it even more amazing for me.

I recommend reading my article “My Thoughts About Incest” before reading this 
one. Incest is a serious subject and the article may help you to better 
understand the events in this one, not to mention provide a different 
perspective on incest than what is “politically correct”.

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 – A Little Background...  
   Chapter 2 – Mom Confronts Me  
   Chapter 3 – Learning the Family Secrets  
   Chapter 4 – Fucked by My Dad  
   Chapter 5 – Mom Joins In  
   Chapter 6 – An Incestual Lifestyle


Chapter 1 – A Little Background...
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When I look around at some of the parents of my friends I find myself going 
home and thanking God for my parents.  It’s no wonder many families never 
enjoy the benefits of incest when you see how they let themselves go to pot.  
Just because you’re over forty and married doesn’t mean you have to forget 
about how your hair looks or gain fifty pounds.

As for my parents, they keep themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still 
looks fantastic in a bikini while my dad still wears about the same pant size 
that he did when he graduated from college.  Mom loves it when people mistake 
her for my older sister! It probably helps that she only had one child to 
recover from as well.   It wasn’t that she only wanted one child, but after 
the difficult birth she had with me she was told she shouldn’t have any more 
children.  While having a sister or brother would have certainly made my life 
different, as it was she and I have always been very close and I share 
everything with her (well, almost everything).

Besides the usual things mom teach their daughters – dress, makeup, hygiene, 
etc., my mom also taught me things most mothers are either too up-tight or 
even embarrassed to discuss with their daughters.  For instance, while 
masturbation tends to develop naturally for most girls, it never hurts to get 
a few pointers.  Mom even introduced me to her toy collection although I 
never grew as fond of it as she was.

Rather than hide things from me as many mothers do, somehow thinking that if 
they don’t say anything then their daughter won’t learn about it, my mom made 
sure I was well informed when it came to sex.  Once I started being sexually 
active, she even helped me get started on birth control.  When my 
gynecologists was reluctant to put a fourteen year-old on birth control my 
mom insisted, telling her that she preferring that I be safe rather than 
trying to defy a girl’s natural instincts and preach abstinence.

Our discussions went both ways.  For example, when I gave up my virginity I 
couldn't wait to get home and tell Mom all about it.  After a date, she 
insists on a full report – with ALL the details.  Sometime I think my mom was 
living vicariously through me!

My more intimate relationships with my parents was not limited to just talk 
but to the physical as well.  I don't mean as in sex – my parents aren’t 
pedophiles although hugging and such was always encouraged.  There is a BIG 
difference between being comfortable about sex and HAVING sex.  For instance, 
while I often saw my parents masturbating and they in turn didn’t make an 
issue of it when I did it around them, I never saw them making love.  Of 
course I knew they did it thanks to the wall between our bedroom being pretty 
thin, but it was something they considered as being special between the two 
of them.  Masturbation is just a natural reaction to the needs that everyone 
has - it’s NOT sex.  Sex was an integral part of their marriage and something 
special and intimate, not something a pre-teen should be watching, let alone 
be involved with.

Because of the way I was raised regarding sex with regards to privacy, 
respect, and responsibility, the thought of me having sex with my parents 
never even crossed my mind as I grew up.  Sure I noticed that my dad was 
looking at me a little differently as I grew up but I considered that to be a 
compliment.  Even my mom would point out that while he may be my father he 
was also a man.  Other men were beginning to look at me differently so why 
shouldn’t he do the same?  Just because I was his daughter didn’t mean I 
wasn’t attracting his attention.  It’s what someone DOES to you that counts, 
not how they look at you.

Everything changed when I came home early from a party one night and watched 
through my bedroom window as my parents made love in the hot tub.  It was the 
first time I’d ever seen them having sex and it’s almost impossible for me to 
explain the feelings that arose within me as I watched.  While my mother was 
doing some of the same things to my dad as I was with my boyfriends, at the 
same there was something drastically different.  I loved sucking a boy’s dick 
and even more, being fucked, but it was all about the physical feelings it 
gave me and the emotional high that came from getting him off as well.

Watching my parents, sex became so much more – it was an act of love.  It was 
like seeing Ephesians come to life – my mother submitting herself biblically 
to my father while my father loved her in response. 

It was at that moment then that I realized that I wanted to have sex with my 
dad – not to just be fucked by him like the boys I dated, but to give myself 
to him as his daughter in a loving and respecting way, just as my mom was 
doing.   There wasn't a doubt in my mind that my father loved me, but I 
wanted him to show me his love as my father in the intimate was he showing 
his love as a husband for my mother.

After that night I started fantasizing more and more about being with my 
parents, especially my dad.  It wasn’t as easy as you might think.  I 
couldn’t just come out and ask him to have sex with me – what if he didn’t 
want to fuck me? After all, despite what the porn industry would suggest, not 
EVERY father wants to have sex with his daughter.  It took some serious 
flirting and suggestive moves before he finally made my dream come true (and 
his as well although at the time I didn’t know it).  Although he seemed 
tentative at first, after the first time he never hesitated again. 

Once we got started, there was no going back.  Whenever my mom was not around 
we would have some quality father-daughter time together - although what he 
did to me was a lot more intimate than most young daughters get to experience 
with their dads!

Whenever we had sex I was overwhelmed by the emotions that stirred within me.  
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, WAY beyond any physical 
pleasure as I learned that true sex was more than just getting off, it was 
the emotional aspects that made it truly special.  From a purely physical 
perspective, when my dad came inside of me it was no different than when any 
other boy did yet the orgasms it produced and the intensity of my response 
was on a whole different scale.  This wasn't just another round of sex, this 
was my FATHER fucking me, showing me his love for me as his daughter in a 
special way.

The only part that sometimes bothered me was the thought that we were doing 
it behind my Mom's back.  I’d never kept anything of any consequence secret 
from her before and what could any bigger than me fucking her husband?  It 
wasn’t that I thought she would mind, but it was like when I was trying to 
get my dad to fuck me for the first time - I just didn’t know how to tell 
her.  I couldn’t just open up a conversation with, “Hey mom, guess what? Dad 
just fucked me.” 

When I lost my virginity I knew she was probably waiting for it to happen so 
it was easy to tell her about it at the time.  Somehow I didn’t think she was 
standing back and waiting for me to tell her that her husband was fucking her 
daughter.  Actually, I expected that my dad would tell her and that she would 
come to me and talk about it.  It was a bit of a surprise to me that he 
didn’t tell her, which just made me all the more tentative.  If he wasn’t 
telling her, then maybe that was a good reason for me not to tell her as 
well.


Chapter 2 – Mom Confronts Me
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Have you ever tried to keep a secret from your mother?  I mean a really 
secret type of secret, one that meant something big to you.  It’s a silly 
question but I’m sure your results were no different than mine was in this 
situation.  It wasn’t long after my dad and I had established our new 
relationship that I started getting this funny feeling that my mom was more 
than just a little bit suspicious.  I suppose it didn't help that my dad was 
getting a monstrous erection every time I walked anywhere near him – even 
more than her had been before.  Finally one day my mom called me into her 
room as I passed by. 

“Hey Kelly, have a seat on the bed next to me.” She put her arm around me and 
gave me a warm hug. “So tell me girl, how’s the ol’ sex life been lately?”

The question didn’t surprise me the way I imagine it would most girls.  As I 
said before, my mom and I discuss everything – and I mean everything.  I tell 
her about all of my dates and what happens, including the “naughty” parts I 
doubt most girls would feel comfortable telling their mothers.  But my mom 
has always been cool about it.  She listens intently to me and if anything 
even pushes me for more intimate details.  Sometimes she would flush a bit 
but it I knew it wasn't from being embarrassed - it was obvious that my horny 
mother was getting stimulated listening to her daughter’s latest sexual 
exploits.  It was OK with me, actually a bit amusing as I assumed she was 
somehow reliving her youth through me.

“Well, it’s been pretty good until recently,” I replied. “You know I just 
broke up with Greg after that stupid party where he got all drunk so I’ve 
been pretty much on my own since then.”

My mom nodded in an understanding way. “Hmmmmmm... I’ve been so worried about 
you ever since the two of you got into that silly argument.  Don’t forget 
that I was your age once and you’ve got your mother’s genes so I know how 
much you need sex.”

She laughed a bit at that and it helped to takes some of the edge off the 
seriousness of the conversation.  Then she continued with, “Sheesh, from what 
you were telling me it seemed that Greg must’ve been doing you almost every 
day!”

I started to say something but she cut me off before I could get anything 
out.  “Kelly, since you’re not getting the real thing, don’t forget that you 
can always use my toys.  I know you don’t like them all that much but I just 
wanted to remind you in case you wanted to use them until you find another 
guy.”

Despite myself I couldn't help but roll my eyes a bit.  For goodness sake it 
wasn't like I couldn’t get laid anytime I wanted it if I really wanted it 
badly enough.  There were plenty of boys at school more than willing to help 
me out so it was just a matter of being selective.

Rather than bragging about my options I frowned just a bit responding with, 
“No thanks mom, I just can't seem to get myself off with them as well as I 
can by myself.  Don’t worry, I won’t go off and do anything stupid.”

Then mom then took a deep breath, took my hand and looked me straight in the 
eye. From out of the blue she asked, “Kelly, I want you to tell me the truth.  
Have you and your dad been having sex?”

Needless to say I was caught totally off guard at her abrupt change in 
conversation so I imagine the shocked look on my face was more than enough 
confirmation for her.  How had she been feeling knowing suspecting that her 
husband he was doing it with her own daughter?  I sat there with my mouth 
hanging open like a fish out of water, totally unsure of as to how to 
respond.

“OK, then let me ask it more in your terms...  Kelly, is your dad fucking 
you?  Is my husband having sex my daughter?”

Despite how it might seem, there was something in her voice that reassured 
me.   She wasn’t being threatening or accusing, more like curiosity.  It was 
as if she already knew the answer but she wanted to hear me say it.  It 
didn’t hurt when she grinned and hugged me again. 

“Ahhhhhh, don’t look so shocked,” she said nodding her head knowingly. “So 
how long have the two of you had been doing it?  How often does he fuck you?  
Every day or what?  Tell me how you got started...  Who started it?”

So many questions, she seemed ready to burst with curiosity.  Taking a deep 
breath I tried to explain to her how I’d watched them making love in the hot 
tub and how deeply it affected me at the time.  Then I described how I tried 
to seduce him in the weeks afterwards by wearing skimpy clothes, flashing 
him, and making lots of sexual remarks, all the while trying to see if he had 
any sexual interest in me.

Finally I told her about the night I teased him by lying on the couch in my 
t-shirt, giving him a sexy view of my bare ass after which I went to my 
bedroom and masturbated, waiting to see if he would take the bait.  Long 
story made short, he did and that night my father fucked me for the very 
first time.

My mom listened without saying a word the whole time, muttering an “Mmmmmmm” 
now and then and licking her lips when it got hot.  When I finished 
describing our first time together she couldn't hold back any further and 
interrupted my narrative.

“Oh my god Kelly! That’s so incredible! So tell me, how often does he do  you 
now?” 

For whatever reason it was making me extremely horny to realize that my 
mother was getting so turned on by what she was hearing.  While I’d assumed 
she wouldn’t be totally opposed to it, I never would’ve guessed that she 
would WANT my dad to fuck me.  I really wasn't sure where to go with this.  
Was she REALLY turned on by this or was she just pumping me for more 
information?  She seemed genuinely interested so I felt I had to take her at 
her word.  We’d never discussed incest in the past, not even as a general 
topic let alone anything more personal.  For some reason she always changed 
the subject whenever I mentioned it.  

Well, I was in too deep to back out now so I decided to go for it...  “Well 
mom, I hope this doesn’t upset you, but he fucks me almost every day.   There 
have been a few days when he even did me twice! I guess you could say we do 
it about any time we’re alone together.”

Mom just gave me that all-knowing smile again and asked, “Haven’t you feel 
strange, or even a bit guilty, doing it behind my back?”

“Sort of,” I responded sheepishly, “I just didn’t know how to tell you.  I 
just figured dad would anyway.”

My mom leaned back and it seemed that it was all she could do to keep from 
bursting out laughing.

“C’mon you silly goose, did you REALLY think I wouldn’t know when my own 
husband was screwing someone else?  And it’s not like you haven’t been 
positively beaming lately whenever the two of you are together.”

She had a point.  I sort of stammered something back but wasn't able to put 
together a coherent sentence.  My mom laughed again and hugged me saying, 
“Don’t worry Kelly, there’s so much you need to know.”

And to think I thought that I was the one keeping secrets...


Chapter 3 – Learning the Family Secrets
=======================================

With that my mom began to tell me things about her and my father I’d never 
known before, never even suspected for that matter!  She told me how her and 
her younger sister had both given their virginity to their father.  I knew 
she’d lost hers when she was pretty young, but not THAT young and to find out 
that my grandfather had fucked my aunt when she was only ten... well THAT was 
quite a shock.  For that matter, just learning that my grandfather had been 
her first was an eye-opener for sure, not to mention that he kept doing them 
until just before he died of a sudden massive heart attack.

Somewhere along the way growing up I’d learned that my mom and aunt were both 
fucked by my dad back in their high school and college days.  Maybe Kristi 
had mentioned it or whatever, but it wasn't like it was a state secret or 
anything.  I knew better than to think my mom was a virgin when she married 
my dad or anything even close to being one.

What DID surprise me was to find out that the three of them hadn’t stopped, 
even after both sister were married.  For the first time I learned the real 
reason my aunt was divorced – it was because her husband changed his mind 
after they got married and wanted her all to himself.  Apparently having his 
wife fucking her dad and brother-in-law was too much for him to deal with, 
even though he could have fucked my mom had he wanted to (which he never 
did).  Despite all this, it’s what she said next that really threw me...

“So Kelly, now that you know more about your dad and me, do you still think 
the past few weeks have all been an accidental series of events?”

“Ummmmm..., what do you mean mom?”

“What I mean Kelly is, don’t you see now that your dad and I have always 
hoped that someday you would want to join us?  The difference was that I 
didn’t want you to have to go through what I did with my father at first.  
Thankfully in the end it all seems to have turned out for the best.  I just 
wanted to wait until you were old enough to make the decision for yourself 
and not feel forced into anything.”

Like a light bulb suddenly turning on over my head, it suddenly all became 
clear to me.  Now I understood why mom had reacted as she had back when I was 
eight with my dad in the hot tub.  No wonder my dad “allowed” me to seduce 
him.  It all had been just a little too easy, hadn’t it?  So this was why we 
were able to keep things a “secret” from Mom when there was nothing else I 
could ever hide from her in the past.

“But what if I hadn’t done what you were hoping?” I asked, “What if I’d never 
made the first move with Dad?”

My mom hugged me tightly again as she replied, “That would’ve been just fine 
for us too Kelly.  We just never would have told you about these things and 
we would’ve loved you just as much as ever!” 

Then she grinned slyly at me and added, “But you ARE my daughter and I had 
confidence in you.  I figured it was only natural for it to happen someday as 
you matured sexually.  It’s in the DNA.”

With that she leaned over and kissed me.  We’d kissed a million times before 
but not like this.  For the first time, it was not the typical mother-
daughter peck on the cheek but an intimate, open-mouth, tongue exploring, 
sloppy wet, passionate, sexual kiss!

Even though I’d never kissed a girl before, it seemed so natural that I 
responded in kind and we held our first real kiss for what seemed like hours.  
It felt so wonderful, so instinctive, so RIGHT to kiss her that way.  We held 
each other tightly, each pressing against the other, feeling the warmth and 
softness of another woman.

It was at this moment that something magical happened.  It was as if someone 
had waved a magic wand over us when almost instantly she transformed from 
being my mother to my lover, someone I wanted to be intimate with, to share 
myself with.

This wasn’t anything like being with my dad, not at all.  With my dad, there 
was ALWAYS a line that was never crossed.  I was his daughter, NOT his lover.  
I loved him so much but it was with the love of a daughter for her father, 
not of a wife for her husband.  I submitted myself to my father as a daughter 
should, giving myself to him for HIS pleasure and to fulfill HIS deepest 
needs and desires.

With my mom it was a totally different relationship.  There were no feelings 
of submission and no thoughts of her as my mother  Nothing was held back by 
my being her daughter.  It was so much simpler, so much purer.  It was two 
women in love, two women that had shared so much of themselves with one 
another over the years and suddenly allowing the last wall between them to 
crumble into dust.

As we kissed, a sharp tingle ran through me as my mother’s gentle hand found 
its way to my small breasts and began to massage them.  My breasts are always 
sensitive and when I’m in this kind of mood they can become extremely 
hypersensitive.  She pulled away and smiled, asking, “Have you ever been 
touched like this by a woman before?”

Well duh, I certainly had NOT!  My eyes cast downward as I shook my head 
slowly, still not quite sure how to respond to this new development.  It was 
like I was in a dream, as if I was floating and everything around me was in a 
fog.

“Mmmmmmm, that is soooooo perfect,” she murmured, “I’d always hoped to be 
your first.”

My eyes widened involuntarily as she went on. “I’ve been watching you as 
you’ve developed into a sexy young lady and god only knows how much I love 
hearing about your sexual adventures with my boyfriends.  As you know, many a 
night after listening to your descriptions of your dates I‘ve had to resort 
to using my toy collection.  What you didn’t know was that it was more than 
just the thought of you and your boyfriend, I was also dreaming of what it 
would be like for me to be with you instead of him.”

A wave of relief surged through me.  Although it would be much later before I 
realized the full meaning of all of this, I sensed that somehow my life was 
changing in a way that could never be reversed.  In response I hugged her and 
said softly, “Oh mom, I can't tell you enough how happy I am that you feel 
this way.  I’ve wanted so badly to share daddy with you.”

My mom smiled gently at me saying, “Well tonight we’ll be together as a 
family then, more so than we’ve ever been before. I tell you what... you can 
have him first and then I’ll join in.  Now don’t tell him, I want to surprise 
the horny bastard.  We hadn’t planned on telling you until next week so this 
should be fun!  He still thinks you don’t know anything about what’s really 
been going on.” 

With that she left me sitting in my bed, pondering all she had just told me.   
Somehow I knew that there was more that she hadn’t told me.  My goodness, how 
I could I have been so naïve and blind all these years?

Then I laid back and started to masturbate...


Chapter 4 – Fucked by My Dad
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Later that night my dad and I were in the family room watching TV when mom 
called down the stairs saying she needed to do some shopping and would be 
gone for a few hours.  It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I 
realized what her true intentions were.  As I’d come to expect, no sooner was 
she out the door than my dad moved over to the couch, taking a seat next to 
me.  His hand pressed between my legs, seeking out my pussy as he fondled and 
groped me.

“C’mon baby, don't you want your daddy to fill up that empty little pussy of 
yours?” he teased me with a naughty grin.

His words made me shiver with anticipation as I looked him in the eye and saw 
the sexual desire and lust that was there whenever he was horny for me.  A 
big grin came to my face as I licked my lips in anticipation.  This time, 
though, it was not just about the great fucking I knew I was about to get 
that was making me horny.  I was thinking further ahead and wondered how it 
would happen.  In the meantime, it was time to please my father and I knew 
exactly how to turn him on!

“Mmmmmmm, yes daddy... fuck me!”

Those words never failed to get a rise out of him (literally) although I 
don’t think that this time he needed any help judging from the erection he 
already was sporting.  Without another word, he gathered me up in his arms 
and carried me off to their bed where he literally dumped me on the bed and 
then stood back from the edge as he quickly undressed.

Following his lead, I stripped off the loose t-shirt I’d been wearing and 
scooted over on my side to the edge of the bed where I waited impatiently for 
him to finish.  As his pants and underwear came down I licked my lips in 
anticipation as his hard cock was freed and stood up and away from his 
handsome body. It made me tingle as I realized he was that way because of me.

What can I say? How do I explain it? If you’ve never been a girl confronted 
by her father’s sexual lust, how can you even begin to understand the 
intensity of the emotions that were spilling from me? There’s just something 
about seeing your own father getting turned on by you that means so much more 
than just your typical horny guy.  It made me proud to know he felt that way 
about me, that I could turn him on the way the girls in the porn flicks and 
magazines did.  Seeing my dad’s erection, I knew it was ME that was the cause 
of it.  It was ME that my father wanted right now.  It was ME that he wanted 
to fuck.  Seeing his desire for me, his NEED for me, made me feel so much 
closer to him than I ever had before.

Once he was finally naked my dad stepped closer to the edge of the bed where 
I was waiting for him hungrily.  Mmmmmmm, I couldn't wait to let him feel my 
mouth around his cock and he certainly didn't waste any time in letting me do 
it!  I reached out and grabbed it with one hand, pulling him in towards my 
waiting mouth.  As I opened my mouth wide he plunged his dick into it and 
started to fuck my mouth while I held my head still, letting him release the 
pent up lust that was threatening to explode within him.

“OH god Kelly, that feels so good,” he moaned.

He slowed down his thrusts which allowed me to start sucking on his cock. 
When he pushed it forward it would hit the back of my throat, causing me 
sometimes to gag a little but he didn't keep it there which allowed me to 
regain my composure.  At the same time his hand moved down and cupped my 
breast, gently squeezing it and playing with my nipple.  With his other hand 
he pulled my hair back so he could see me sucking his dick.  

His balls rolled gently in my hand, his coarse pubic hair running through my 
fingers.  It was amazing.  As many cocks as I’d sucked in the past two years, 
I felt a special thrill when I sucked my dad’s dick.  I don’t really know how 
to describe it but somehow knowing it was my FATHER’S cock made it so much 
more special.  Like, how many girls were lucky enough to ever have this 
opportunity?  Indeed, it was something special, something that can only be 
shared between a father and his daughter.  What more can I say? I loved it!

My dad’s hand moved from my breasts down to between my legs. I lifted my 
uppermost leg for him and felt his large hand cupping my warm crotch.  His 
finger began to press and explore and soon he found my wet pussy hole, 
already dripping with my desire for him.  I moaned softly as I sucked his 
stiff cock when his finger pushed its way inside of me and then started to 
stroke in and out of me like he was fucking me with it.

“Damn you’re wet!” he chuckled, “I take it that somebody horny for her dad to 
fuck her, am I right?”

Holding onto his cock, I let my mouth slip off just long enough to respond 
saying, “Oh yeah, anything you want Daddy – anything.”

“Move over,” he commanded as he pushed me back onto the bed.  

My dad got in bed himself and laid on his back, his wet cock glistening in 
the soft light and standing up straight as a missile ready for lift-off.   He 
motioned for me to get on top and I knew what he wanted.  I straddled his 
chest and leaned back over his crotch, taking his cock back in my mouth once 
again.  I liked to take him in my mouth from this direction as the curvature 
of his dick helped it to go down my throat more easily.

In the meantime, I lowered my ass over his face where I felt his hand 
spreading me apart and his tongue started to lick my pussy.  I almost jumped 
off him when it reached my clit – damn it was sensitive!  At first he just 
flicked his tongue over it but then he pressed harder with the flat of his 
tongue along the length of my pussy slit.

I wanted to scream, it felt so good, but I had my own duties as I sucked his 
cock relentlessly. When I took it all in my face as pressing down on his 
crotch, his thick pubic hair covering my face.  I loved the smell of his 
crotch, a mixture of seat and sexual musk.  My breasts rubbed against his 
stomach as I worked on his thick cock.  The hair on his body tickled the 
nipples on my boobs if I rubbed them just right as I slowly rocked back and 
forth.

Oh my god, I could feel it in me, that insane feeling I always get when my 
orgasm is almost there but not quite.  It’s like dangling a carrot before a 
horse, or a meal before a starving man.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on 
my dad’s mouth that was pressed against my crotch.  So close... yet not 
there! 

I held my mouth still on his cock as I practically willed myself to cum.  
Then his tongue hit just the right spot and suddenly it was like my pussy 
literally exploded in a wave of the purest pleasure a woman can experience.  
Soon my entire body was shivering like I was naked outside in winter and then 
just as fast I felt like I was burning up, like someone poured gasoline on me 
and lit the match.  

Yes, I was burning up but it was a fire fueled by lust and pleasure as my dad 
sensed what was happening to me and his tongue moved even faster over my 
pussy and clit.  I could feel the wetness of my orgasm gushing out of me.   
The thought of it pouring over his face and into his mouth made me tingle.  
It was so all intense that I couldn't breathe and so I had to let his dick 
flop from my mouth as I gasped for air like a fish out of water.

“Don’t stop!” I begged him, practically sobbing as I sat on his face, pushing 
my pussy even tighter against his mouth where his incredible tongue was 
driving me insane!

“Oh god, I’m cumming so hard,” I was finally able to cry out as my voice 
seemed to be overwhelmed by the need to moan as loudly as I could.

Indeed, I wanted nothing more than to feel the throbbing of my pussy as it 
sent wave after wave of the most wonderful sensations imaginable through me 
from my toes to the longest hair on my head.  I wanted my dad to hear me, to 
know how good he was making me feel. 

Finally I collapsed on him, my entire weight bearing down on his body as my 
arms and legs simply failed to support me.  As I laid there, my face up 
against his throbbing cock that looked so big when I was this close to it.  
As my orgasm began to slowly recede, my aching pussy began to get that 
feeling it gets when it needs something in it, a need that can only be 
properly satisfied by a man’s cock.  In this case I was looking at the cock 
it wanted – my dad’s!

I twisted around until my position on my dad was reversed and I was laying 
face to face on him.  I felt his cock rubbing up against my stomach as I 
moved upward to kiss him.  As our tongues met I could taste my pussy on his 
mouth and imagined how it must have been when I came all over his face.  
While we kissed I ground my pussy up and down against his rigid cock, feeling 
the hardness of it against my clit.  Feeling how stiff he was, I could only 
imagine the desires in him.  God, my dad must want to fuck me SO bad right 
now!

“You want it in you, don’t you,” my dad said with a smirk on his face.  He 
wanted it just as bad as I did but yet he was making it as if I was the one 
needed it.

“Mmmmmmm, you know I do daddy!” I whispered hoarsely back to him.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he said in a demanding tone, “Tell me what you want me 
to do to you.”

Like most guys, I learned quickly once I started having sex with my dad that 
he seemed to like it even more when I asked him to do me.  It wasn’t like he 
didn’t already know.  My dad knew full well that he could have me anytime he 
wanted and do anything he desired, I’d made THAT clear to him from the start.  

Although we hadn’t discussed it, my guess was that it was an ego thing.  He 
may have been my father but he was still a guy and nothing seems to turn on 
guys more than to think the girl wants it just as much or more then he does.  
I would imagine that having your own daughter begging for it must have been 
the ultimate turn-on for him!

“Yes daddy, fuck me daddy,” I said, as if I was begging for my life. “I want 
to feel you in me…deep inside of me... Oh daddy, fuck me fuck me fuck me... I 
want you to cum in me.”

“That’s my girl, you want my cum... don’t you... god you’re such a fucking 
slut,” my dad said with a smile.  

My heart almost burst with his words.  I loved it when he called me a slut.  
Indeed, I was my daddy’s little slut alright, and proud of it!

“Ride me slut,” my dad demanded

I giggled a little in nervous anticipation.  Even though I’d been fucked by 
him quite a few times by now, there was still something about it that made my 
stomach flutter just a bit. It wasn't anything bad, it was more like I was 
nervous about pleasing him, about being as sexy as he expected me to be for 
him.  If there was one person I didn't want to disappoint sexually, it was my 
dad!

I reached between my legs and grabbed his hard cock like a long sausage and 
held it up against my wet pussy.  It wasn’t going to be easy with me down low 
like this so I sat up on my knees and then raised one leg so my foot was on 
the bed.   It gave him a great view of my wet cunt while his cock was just 
outside of it, ready to violate me in just a few more seconds.

“Mmmmmmm, I want it in me,” I murmured softly as I rubbed his cock had 
against my slippery pussy.  The best part was when the mushroom head would 
pass over my clit, making me shiver all over.  Using my free hand, I held my 
pussy lips apart as I pressed down on his hard daddy cock.

“Oh my god daddy” I cried out as he first started to penetrate me.  My dad’s 
cock was one of the larger ones that I’d ever had so far and it was always 
like he was splitting me in half when he first entered me.  My eyes looked 
down as I watched his swollen cock head disappear inside of me.  

Mmmmmmm, I loved to watch a cock when it first enters me and at the same time 
feel it as it fills my pussy.   There’s just something about SEEING it and 
FEELING it at the same time, trying to relate the incredible pleasure inside 
of me to the sight of it sliding in between my legs.

Once his dick head had pushed its way in, the rest of his hard shaft slid 
easily in behind it.  As his cock moved inside of me, the shaft rubbed 
against the walls of my pussy like a bow over the strings of a violin only 
instead of creating beautiful music, it stimulated the sensitive nerve 
endings resulting in the most incredible feelings of pleasure imaginable.  I 
could never get enough of these sensation; a guy could fuck me all day and I 
still can’t imagine being satisfied completely.

Looking back at my father and realizing that it was HIS cock that I could 
feel deep inside of me just made it all the more wonderful.   From the look 
on his face and the groans as I lowered myself onto his dick, he was enjoying 
it just as much!

“Jesus Christ, that feels so good!” he gasped, “You’re so fucking tight!”

Suddenly I stopped rocking on his cock and just sat still with his hard cock 
pulsing and throbbing deep inside of me.  He looked at me and asked, “Hey 
baby, something wrong?”

I squirmed a little bit around his cock before I answered. “Daddy, is it 
wrong for us to do this behind mom's back?”

“Don’t worry Kelly, I’ve been keeping your mom satisfied.  I’m sure she has 
no idea.”


Chapter 5 – Mom Joins In
========================

I couldn't hold back any longer.  I started to giggle which was the signal 
for my mom to enter the room from the hallway where she’d been watching us 
the whole time! My heart almost burst as I looked at her beautiful body, nude 
and looked positively gorgeous. 

My mom walked slowly over to the bed where I was sitting on top of my dad's 
stiff cock.  Seeing her nude lithe body at the same time I had her husband's 
hard cock buried in my horny pussy was almost enough to bring me to another 
orgasm right then and there! 

Mom looked at my dad and grinned.  “Well John, looks like you’re enjoying 
fucking our daughter.  Don’t you think it’s time for me to get involved?”

My dad had such a look of surprise on his face it was priceless!  Of course 
he knew that she knew about everything so he wasn’t embarrassed about the 
situation and he made no effort to do anything about fucking me in front of 
his wife.  Instead, he seemed to be just surprised by my mom’s unexpected 
appearance more than anything else.  Then I remembered that my mom had said 
they were going to wait another week before letting me know she knew.

My mom grinned at my dad and took his hand as she continued saying, “Sorry to 
surprise you dear, but I just couldn't any longer!”

My dad looked up at me, his cock still as hard as ever inside of me. Then his 
expression changed from one of surprise back to the lust that turned me on so 
much to see.  He reached out and grabbed my mom's bare ass, pulling her 
closer.

 “Well honey, if you really want her so bad, then what are you waiting for?”

My mind was racing the entire time they were talking to each other.  Somehow 
I had the feeling my parents had set this whole thing up.  How far did their 
plan go? Was it just this or was everything back to the hot tub scene all 
some sort of plan on their part? Whatever it was, I guess it didn't really 
matter.  The end results were fine with me and I wondered what my mom would 
do next.

Well, my mom didn't hesitate to get involved, that’s for sure!  She quickly 
jumped in bed and straddled my dad's face, lowering her hairy pussy down to 
his waiting mouth and facing me as I started to rock on my dad's erect cock 
buried deep inside of me.

As my dad licked her pussy she kissed me and ran her hands all over my 
sweating body.  I loved the feel of her touching me, especially as she 
lingered over my boobs, touching my nipples lightly and sending tingles up my 
spine.  She also started to moan softly as my dad's talented tongue worked on 
her - I knew from my own recent experience just how good he was!

Then I saw my mom looking down at my crotch, staring at her husband’s cock in 
my pussy.  I realized that this must be a special time for her, the first 
time she’d seen her husband’s dick inside of her daughter’s pussy.  As a 
mother, how did this make her feel? It’s not like she had never seen him 
having sex with another girl but it was one thing to see him fuck her sister, 
while I was their only daughter.

“Oh Kelly, I’ve always dreamed of this... I’ve always wanted to see my 
daughter’s pussy filled with her father’s cock deep inside,“ she whispered in 
a husky voice. “I can’t believe I’m finally seeing it for real.”

I smiled at her, “Oh mom, it makes me feel so much better to have you here 
with us.”

“I love you Kelly,” she whispered, and then suddenly gasped as my dad must 
have hit an extra sensitive spot on her pussy, “Oh God John, that’s it, right 
there!”

“He’s a good pussy licker, isn’t he?” I said with a big grin on my face.

“Oh yeah!” she gasped.  Then she looked down at my crotch and back to me 
again.   “Tell me Kelly, how does it feels to have your father fuck you?”

I settled down on my dad’s dick and started to slowly swivel my hips in a 
circular fashion around his crotch, making his dick rub all over inside of 
me.  It was like I was stirring a pot or something except his dick was the 
ladle and my pussy was the hot and wet pot!

“Oh mom, I love the feeling as he enters me... he’s so big!” I squeezed my 
pussy down on his dick and gasped as I could feel my orgasm approaching.  “He 
fucks me so much better than the other boys... I can feel him deep inside of 
me.”

I raised myself up until he was just barely in me so she could get a better 
view.  She reached down to feel him and my pussy at the same time.  I lowered 
myself back down on his cock, slowly so she could feel him sliding through 
her fingers as he entered me again. 

“That’s it Kelly... tell me more about how it feels to be fucked by your 
daddy,” she asked me again.

I gasped as her fingers played over my clit as I ground my horny pussy 
against his crotch with her fingers in between.

“Oh mom, you’re making me cum,” I said, barely able to get the words out, “Oh 
god mom I’m cumming!”

I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I ground my pussy onto his cock, 
driving it into me as deep as it would go.  Suddenly my pussy clamped down on 
his dick, gripping it so hard it wouldn't move in or out of me.

“Cum Kelly,” my mom encouraged me.

“God, you’re gonna flatten my cock!” my dad cried out, not entirely joking as 
my pussy squeezed even tighter around him.

I leaned back until I was holding myself up with my arms as I came all over 
his cock, drenching his crotch with my pussy cum as waves of lust and 
pleasure cascade through me. My mom had seen me fuck other boys before 
(although they didn't know it!) but this was the first time she’d been right 
up next to me and for it to be my dad’s cock that she saw buried up in me, it 
had to be an incredibly erotic experience for her as well.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before she was cumming as well.  I’d seen her cum 
while she as masturbating but I’d never been with her when she was with my 
dad so this was special for me as well.  She cried out loud – one thing I 
learned early in my childhood was my mom was quite the moaner when it came to 
sex!  They may have kept the door closed but the walls were thin enough to 
let me hear most of what was going on.  If anything, seeing my mom cumming on 
my dad’s face just revived my orgasm, which had been starting to drop from 
its peak, and I was cumming hard again!

How my dad kept from letting loose during all this was beyond me.  To have 
his wife and daughter both on top of him, his wife’s pussy on his face and 
his cock nestled in his daughter’s pussy must have been incredibly hot for 
him.  I felt so good inside, knowing how good I was making my dad feel.  This 
was what I really wanted more than anything – to please him and do whatever 
he wanted for him!

My mom’s orgasm was waning and she moved off his face and laid on the bed 
next to my dad.  She kept touching herself though and I knew how she must be 
feeling, wanting to keep her pussy going.

“Fuck her John,” she whispered to him, “Show me how you fuck our daughter!”

My dad grinned and reached out for my hips.  He lifted me up and I followed 
his lead and moved off of his cock.  His head pulled through my pussy hole 
and then suddenly my pussy was empty and suddenly I felt like crying at the 
emptiness.  It wasn't to stay that way for long, though, as my dad flipped me 
over on my back and spread my legs apart.  With one last look at his wife, he 
lowered himself over me and without even using his hands, pushed his cock up 
against my pussy. It was too high at first and so he let it slide down my 
pussy slit until it was just in the right place and then he pushed it quickly 
back inside of me.

I was so wet and already a bit stretched out from having in me just a few 
seconds before that he easily slid all the way into me.  He held himself up 
and off of me with his arms as his hips swung in and out to drive his dick in 
and out of my hungry cunt.

“That’s it John,” my mom called to him as she masturbated while she watched, 
“fuck her... fuck the little slut.”

I think that was the first time my mom had ever called me a slut.  My dad, on 
the other hand, used it all the time and his favorite pet name for me was “my 
little slut”.  With my dad, I loved to hear him call me that because it made 
me feel good for him to treat me sexy.  When my mom called me that, though, I 
realized she meant it – she thought I was really a slut!  Cool!

My dad leaned back and lifted my legs up and over his shoulders.  He twisted 
me around enough so my mom had a open view of my ass and his cock as it 
fucked my pussy. I could tell from the way his cock was swelling even more in 
me and from his hips thrusting upward faster and faster, driving himself even 
deeper into me, that dad was really getting turned on and was going to cum at 
any moment.

“Quick mom! He’s going to cum - mouth or pussy?”

It was a rather surreal thing to ask your mother, THAT was for sure, but it 
made me feel so slutty and sexy to ask her that.  My mom thought for just a 
moment, obviously distracted by her hand on her pussy as she watched us. 
“Swallow his cum girl.  Show me what you can do.”

My dad took the hint and after a few more strokes to get himself at the edge 
he slipped his cock out of me and immediately moved up and kneeled beside my 
head, holding his took his rigid wet cock just above my mouth.  I opened wide 
and he pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste the wetness and flavor of my 
pussy all over it!  

He pulled it back out and started to stroke his dick, holding it just an inch 
or so above my waiting mouth.  He had never done it this way before but 
rather would let me suck on him until he came.  Then I realized what he was 
doing – putting on a show for my mom.  He must have wanted her to see him 
spray his cum into my mouth so she could see me actually taking his cum.  Now 
I really felt like a slut, or some whore in one of his porn films! Well, so 
long as I was my daddy’s whore, that was fine with me.

It didn’t take much before he tensed up and began to shoot his cum into my 
mouth.  My mom could see that he was cumming and encouraged me.

“That’s it Kelly, keep it all in your mouth.  Take your daddy’s cum for me!”

The first couple of shots hit my mouth on target, covering my tongue with 
sperm.  He must have been having a hard time keeping his aim once he started 
cumming, though, as the next couple missed and landed on my cheek and chin. 
After that he let me suck on him as the remaining few loads discharged 
directly into my mouth.

I looked over at my mom as I kept my lips sealed tight around his jerking 
cock, feeling the final few loads of his hot cum I my mouth.  He kept cumming 
though and I couldn't believe how much cum he had! Finally he was done and 
laid there with a big grin on my face and a mouthful of his cum, some of 
which was now dripping from the corners of my mouth to join that which he had 
hit my face with. 

My mom stopped playing with herself and rolled over to kiss me.  When our 
mouths were joined I spit his cum into her waiting mouth. My dad was totally 
mesmerized by the sight of his wife and daughter trading his cum between 
them.  Totally spent, he just laid back in bed watching and stroked his now 
softening cock as my mom gave me a huge hug. Even though I had felt her nude 
body against mine many times since I was a small child, somehow the feel of 
her breasts against me was so much erotic now.

“It’s my turn now,” she whispered softly to me.

I wasn't sure what she meant at first – was it her turn to be fucked by my 
dad? As excited as he might have been, I doubted he would be ready for a 
little while yet.  One thing about young boys – they keep on going but when 
you get to be my dad’s age I guess that stamina is one of those things that 
drops off.  I was wrong, though, as I soon realized what she had in mind!

My mom kissed me one last time and then began to kiss my face and neck, 
licking the cum from my face as she did.  Then she slowly worked her way down 
my body, kissing and licking almost every square inch of me as she worked her 
way towards my lower body.  Her hair fell over her face and I could feel it 
tickling me as her tongue caressed me and flickered over my stomach and lower 
body.  As she neared my crotch, she moved between my legs and started to lick 
the inner sides of my thighs and I thought I had died and gone to heaven! 
That was nothing, though, to what she was about to do to me.

I’d never been licked by a woman before and so as my mom’s tongue worked its 
way slowly to my pussy, I was a little nervous.  That all disappeared once 
she went to work.  Oh my god!!! I had NEVER felt anything like it before.  As 
a woman, my mom knew exactly where to touch me, where to lick me, how to make 
me feel absolutely incredible.  Her tongue seemed to know exactly what I 
wanted, exactly how I wanted her to touch me.  She knew when to be fast, when 
to be slow, when to lick hard and when to let her tongue flutter lightly over 
me. 

Needless to say, it wasn't long before I orgasmed again, except this time it 
was like comparing a tsunami to ripple on a pond. My hips thrust up against 
her face and I began to bounce on the bed like I was having a seizure.  My 
breasts felt like they were swelling up and my nipples felt like they would 
burst.  I actually screamed out with pleasure and thankfully the windows were 
shut or someone might have been calling the police!

Finally it was like I couldn't take any more and I begged her to stop as I 
tried to push her head away from my pussy.  Who would have thought I would 
EVER ask someone to stop?!  She was relentless, though, and refused to listen 
to my pleading.  My eyes were open but it was like looking down a long tunnel 
as everything as out of focus and it was like I going blind.  I couldn't 
worry about it, I was too overwhelmed with everything else happening to me.  
My pussy usually gushes when I cum hard but this time it was like I was 
releasing a flood.

For a moment I thought I was going to the bathroom but then I saw it was my 
cum that was all over my mom’s face and hair.   Just when I thought she was 
going to have mercy on me, she thrust two fingers up inside of my pussy and I 
was off to the races again as her mouth gripped my clit between her lips.

How long this went on, I have no idea.  I honestly didn't think I could go on 
any more and I just laid there motionless, my mom’s tongue still flickering 
over my pussy slowly but deliberately. Sensing my total surrender, my mom 
lifted her head up and moved along side of me, holding me in her arms.

“I love you Kelly,” she said softly in my ear.

At that moment, I was sure she did! It took a few minute for my breathing to 
slow and my entire body felt like I had just finished a complete workout by 
some sadistic trainer. I could have laid there the rest of the day, just 
feeling the aftermath of this incredible orgasm.  My mom, though, had other 
ambitions.

“Your turn dear,” she said with a grin, “One good orgasm deserves another you 
know.”

God, she wanted me to move?  Somehow I managed to get up and as I did, I 
looked down at my mom.  My exhaustion disappeared as I took in her beautiful 
body.  My only hope was that I had inherited the genes that made this woman 
look like someone at least ten years younger than her.  Her large breast 
weren’t as firm as they were when she was a teenager, but they still held 
their own and her nipples were several times the size of mine.  Her stomach 
was as flat as mine, thanks to endless workouts at the gym, and her legs 
would have been good enough to be on the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader squad.

Then there was her pussy.  She had never shaved it in her life although she 
trimmed it as needed for her bikinis.  It was dark dense thatch of curly 
black pubic hair and it looked incredible sexy.  I realized then that that 
was where my face was going to be in just a few moments and my pussy throbbed 
at the thought of it.

“Show your dad what you can do to your mom,” she encouraged me.

Damn! I’d never tasted another girl’s pussy and here I was about to take my 
own mother's cunt in my face!  After what she had just done to me, needless 
to say I was concerned that I wouldn't do it well enough but I would give it 
my best.

I maneuvered between her legs so my head was between her smooth firm thighs.  
I looked at her hairy cunt, still glistening from my dad’s licking and her 
playing with it, open and waiting for her daughter to taste.  With a deep 
breath, I lowered my face to her crotch, running my tongue around her. I’d 
never tasted another pussy other than own and she tasted so sweet with a 
scent that was strong and musky. Her hair tickled my nose as I licked her 
clit and pushed my tongue as far into her as I could. My mother loved it and 
so did I.

“That’s it Kelly... lick your mother’s cunt... mmmmmmm, taste my pussy.”

I ran my tongue around her clit which was all hard and swollen by now. Then 
took it in my mouth, tugging softly on it. My mom let out a load moan as her 
hips raised up to meet me. 

“Oh my god!” she moaned, “I love that soooooo much! Look John, see our 
daughter sucking my clit? Damn she’s good!”

Her moans kept increasing and I looked up to see my dad started to play with 
her boobs, sucking on her nipples one by one. She grabbed his now reviving 
cock with one hand and pushed my head into her tighter with the other. When 
she finally came her hips bucked so hard that she almost pushed me off the 
bed! I could only hope hers was half as intense as mine had been! She gasped 
and moaned.

“Don’t quit, make me cum again! Oh god I want to cum again soooooo badly!”

Following her example, I inserted my fingers into her pussy and sucked on her 
hard clit until her orgasm caused her to cry out in pleasure.  My mouth as 
feeling a little soar but I didn't want to quit until she was satisfied.

Finally, without a word she pulled me up to her and I laid on one side of her 
while my dad was on the other, both of us kissing her and fondling her.  I 
pushed up against her until my still sensitive crotch was against her hip 
while I saw my dad’s cock was nice and hard again, laying against her 
stomach.  For a moment I thought about how it would feel to have him back in 
me again but I wasn't sure how much more I could take at one time.


Chapter 6 – An Incestual Lifestyle
==================================

Well, you could say our concept of family night was now a bit different than 
it had been in the past.  Just teasing...! Actually, it was only on rare 
occasions that we were a three-some as I preferred to be with one or the 
other.  As time went on, I had sex with my dad at least 90% of the time as 
compared to my mom.  I guess that is to be expected – my dad used me when he 
needed me and do men ever get enough sex?

In contrast, when my mom came to me for sex it was usually when she felt an 
deep emotional need more so than a physical one.  Even though the two of us 
rarely did anything together, she seemed to enjoy watching me and my dad so I 
always made it a point to try to fuck my dad in front of her whenever 
possible.   Trust me, she enjoyed it.

Usually instead of getting directly involved, one of us would watch the other 
two and either masturbate or take pictures and/or video.  We’ve developed 
quite a library of tapes (and then DVDs) over the years and our “special” 
photo album is especially hot! Sometimes I like to look back, especially at 
the early ones from those early days when I was just sixteen and it was all 
so new to me.  Years later, when I look at them I can’t help but marvel at 
how young and small I look in them!

There will always be those people who say that incest is bad and to be 
honest, for the most part I agree with them.  Yet in truth, there are two 
types of incest – child molestation and true family love.  Virtually 
everything you see and read about incest is really just child abuse which is 
called incest because technically it involves family members.  When I talk 
about incest, it is a much different concept.  In my family, incest has 
brought us together in ways that would never have been possible otherwise.

Forgive me for maybe pushing a point, but I want to emphasize that I have 
NEVER regretted anything I’ve done sexually with my parents for even one 
moment.  If there is any regret it would have to be that we didn’t do it 
sooner.  In fact, I wish my dad had been the one to take my virginity! Who 
better to be with for your first time than your own father? 

To my future husband, be forewarned! Getting married doesn’t change me from 
being his daughter and a daughter has obligations to fulfill.  Thus I intend 
to keep letting my dad fuck me even after I get married so be prepared! In 
any case it shouldn't so bad since he will have his own opportunities.  After 
all, how many guys get to fuck their sexy mother-in-law?

THE END 
