He broke the kiss again, again pulling back to meet my gaze. “Good?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “Feels amazingly wonderful.”
He slowed to a stop, his penis pulled half out, his head shaking.
“Don’t stop, Daddy.”
“Gonna come if we keep going,” he said, his voice strained.
“Please, Daddy, don’t stop.”
He pushed in then, hard, burying himself in me, his large, bulbous head pressed against the back wall of my vagina, at the mouth of my cervix. And he thrust against me, over and over, not pulling out, just pushing me down into the mattress. He was moaning constantly now, and he dipped his head, trying to kiss me. I caught his cheeks, holding him a few inches away, holding his gaze as he ground into me. I nodded, feeling him begin to throb. I lifted my legs then, opening myself up to him, fully, staring into his eyes as he filled me, stretched me. And when he began to sag in my arms I pulled his lips to mine, nipping at them, searching out his tongue, toying it with mine. And when I broke the kiss, I moved my lips to his ear. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
I smiled when I felt her finger tracing my ear. I turned, meeting her gaze. She shook her head. “So fucking sexy,” she whispered. I smiled, shy. She drew the backs of her fingers over my cheek. “Think I created a monster.” My brows drew. She said, “Gonna give him back now?”
I shook my head, tightening my hold on him. He laughed soundlessly. I turned my head, nibbling his ear.
“I need to move, sweetheart.”
I groaned but released my hold on him, taking a deep breath now that he was no longer laying atop me. I moaned as he pulled out.
He chuckled. “Miss me already?”
I nodded, pouting. He rolled to the side, blowing out a breath. My mother moved, laying between my legs, her gaze on my sex. “No blood,” she murmured, moving closer.
I began to close my legs, not wanting her to see the mess I knew was there; I could feel a trail of fluid running between my cheeks, and I knew it wasn’t all his. She pushed her hands up my thighs, spreading my legs, her head shaking. She met my gaze. “Let me clean you up, baby.”
I watched, nervous, as she began to move closer. “Mamma…”
“Shhh… It’s okay, baby. Close your eyes.”
My father moved closer then, bringing his lips to mine, making me moan when our tongues met. I cried into his mouth a moment later, moaning long and low when she began to swirl her tongue around my lips, tasting me, us, teasing me. She spent several minutes down there, her tongue moving around the wettest part, making me pant, making me crazy. But when she came up, flicking her tongue against my clit, I dug my fingers into her hair, pulling her to me, crying out into his mouth as I came, my body shuddering, convulsing, over and over.
She moved then, up between my legs, pressing kisses up over my stomach, between my breasts. My father moved then, my mother kissing her way up my throat, finding my lips, teasing them with hers. I locked my wrists behind her neck as her tongue teased mine, my stomach turning deliciously as I tilted my hips up into her, rubbing myself against her stomach.