But Mary was only observing, for now, wasn’t she. “Come, get on the bed, Mary, Baby,” Bill invited, “I think I know how daddy can please you too.”
Bed Time Stories
Mollie was astonished when she had awoken, as Billy climbed on and was separating her legs, even as he was giving each of her nipples a suckle. She knew that this was another morning sneaky assailing by her son. After all this wasn’t the first time, or even the second he had done so. That was not what astounded her; it was the movement she espied out of the corner of her eye, the redhead of her daughter appearing next to Bill’s dozing visage, the sheets moving in tandem with Billy’s covering of her own body. Even as his hips made the ancient motion of rocking between the thighs of women that males have done since the dawn of human history, when the discovery of face-to-face-sex was made by some Adam with a sinfully happy Eve, Mollie could see that Julie was likewise doing to her dad, that which some Eve had invented by inverting the position.
Yup! The children’s sins were being visited upon their parents! The little licentious scamps were fucking their folks with lusty enthusiasm, making love with their elders, mating with their progenitors lewdly, outright ravaging their poor mama and papa. ‘My, wasn’t this a fine kettle of fishies!?’, she thought as her son’s cock went right into her instantly damp pussy. She briefly wondered if this was Julie’s first time with Bill, but then was distracted by the rigorous rucking her boy commenced. Billy was intent on giving her a hearty stuffing and she was ready for his whomping woodie in her womb. She embraced his youthful but well muscled form and accepted his physical offering of his manhood to her most personal part.
Billy was really throwing it to her with all he had, like he wasn’t going to let her have a chance to protest his assault. That seemed not to be Julie’s strategy, Mollie vaguely reflected with the small corner of her mind that was not abuzz with the happy humming of her approaching cumming. Her daughter was making the most of her father’s boner in a slow deliberate way that would give the greatest pleasure per inch of penis, and to every centimeter of her tender young center also. ‘So’, Mollie wondered lazily as she was enjoying a mighty fine fucking by her son, ‘where was Mary’? Surely the “Little Lady of Daddy’s Lap” that made her papa “squirt the white-stuff” was somewhere about, if her mother knew that dainty dickens!
Then she heard “Goood Moornning Dadddy!!” She looked over and saw Mary beside the bed next to her husband. Moments later, she heard her spouse speak, and the words should have shocked her, but they didn’t, not much could after the last week. Bill said, “Come, get on the bed, Mary, Baby. I think I know how daddy can please you too.” The father invited his younger daughter’s participation. Mollie watch as the girl got up and guided by her father sat on his chest, while Julie rode Bill’s saddle horn. Bill took those tiny hips and brought them forward. “You’re going to love this!”, exclaimed Billy, of all people, and he whipped the sheet off the bed to expose the whole crew.
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