They could see the slight bulge from his hand as it slid beneath the fabric, but they knew he found home when Hannah gasped.
“You’re touching me, Daddy! You’re touching my pussy! Please put a finger in,” she moaned, then cried out as his fingers slipped inside, hooked up, and went deep, his palm resting and rubbing against her clit.
“He really is good with his hands,” Angela purred to her son.
Scottie could feel her holding him tight. Her hand held firm to his chest while the other rested on his shoulder. He could feel the swell of her breasts press into his back as she ground her pelvis against his backside. Her movements were slow, but deep and deliberate.
Hannah cried and whimpered as her senses were overwhelmed by the finger fucking her father was giving her. Dale picked up the pace, his fingers plunging over and over into her wet pussy, completely drenching the useless garment that still restricted his hand.
“You’re fingers feel so good! Oh my god, Daddy, it’s so fucking good! Ah!” She cried out before her moans were silenced by her father’s lips. They kissed hard, tongues wrestling as Dale continued to frig her cunt.
Their skin was flushed, movements growing desperate. Then Hannah suddenly pushed him away.
“Oh my god, Dad. I need your dick in me now. Please fuck me,” she cried as she laid back and frantically tried to pull off her panties. Dale matched her intensity as he kicked his slacks all the way off and removed his socks, leaving them both equally naked.
Mother and Son watched as Hannah scooted herself closer to her father and spread her thighs for him. Dale reached down as Hannah hooked a leg behind his ass and drew his groin closer to hers.
Propping herself up on an elbow, she looked up at him.
“I want you so bad. Please just fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy.”
Dale looked down at her; his daughter writhing, moaning, urging him to mate with her. She was the pure epitome of temptation. And yet, he paused.
It was that hesitation that spurred Angela into action, reading signs on her husband that only a wife could tell.
Without saying a word, she took Scottie’s hand and entered the bedroom, leading her son like a horse to water. Dale’s head instantly turned to his wife, his eyes filled with shock as he and Hannah froze in place.
“Angela, I-” Dale said but his words were cut off as she kissed him, hard and with furious passion.
Angela released her son’s hand and she brought it up to Dale’s cheek, cradling it as their tongues danced together. Scottie could hardly wrap his head around this vision of his mother kissing her husband who stood naked between their daughter’s spread legs.
She pulled back, giving him one last peck on the lips as she stared deep into his eyes. Her hand snaked down his chest, down the trail of hair at his navel, to the base of his shaft that was still wet with his own precum and Hannah’s saliva.
Dale felt his wife grab his cock and pull him to Hannah’s vagina.
“It’s okay,” she whispered as his head nestled into their daughter’s lips. “I know you want to.” Angela placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed, urging his hips forward.