“Yes…fuck me…it’s so big and hard in me…suck my nipples….uhhh, yes, bite them…harder, please.”
I was on the edge of cumming, but I held back. I wanted so much for this to last. Then I heard some words that really surprised me:
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little girl.”
I felt a strange mix of emotions. It seemed sick that Mom would say that to my father. But it also turned me on. I wanted to hear her say it again. I wanted to see what she was doing while she said it. Without thinking about my promise to her, I got up and, as quietly as I could, walked out into the hallway. Sure enough, the door to my parents’ bedroom was open. I came up to it very carefully and looked around the corner. The head of my parents’ bed was against the opposite wall. But for some reason tonight they were lying with their heads at the foot of the bed. And my mother was on top of my father. So she could see the doorway, but my father couldn’t. (Whose idea had it been to have sex in this position tonight?)
I told myself that my mother couldn’t see me in the semi-darkness. But I did notice that she got a knowing smile on her face soon after I took up my position by the door. I’d never seen my mother naked before. Her body was so beautiful. Her breasts swayed as she rode up and down on my father’s cock. Her beautiful red hair framed her soft face. I could hear the sounds of my father’s cock slipping in and out of her wet pussy, and even smell the sweet musk of sex in the air. My mother said it again:
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
I heard my father whisper, “I love your virgin pussy, Princess.”
I was watching my Mom and Dad fucking. And they were pretending they were a Dad and his daughter. It was so sick. It was so wrong. But it was so fucking hot. I pulled my pajama bottoms down and started to stroke my cock. I no longer cared whether I was seen.
My mother moaned, “Oh yes! Do it! Do it nice and hard!”
In response, my father grabbed her hips and started to pound her passionately. (But were her words really for him?)
My hips started to buck. I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“I want your cum!” my mother groaned. “Give me your hot spunk! I want it all over me, baby!”
A long, sticky stream of cum shot out of my cock. I quickly used my left hand to catch as much of the spunk as I could. My mothers eyes got wide and she let out a load moan as she cried, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming for you, sweetie!”
“Do it!” my father groaned back. “Cum all over my hard cock!” He unloaded his cum inside my mother just as my cock squirted that last bits of cum into my hand. I gingerly pulled up my pajama bottoms and padded off to the bathroom to wash my hands.
About a week later, my father had to go away on an overnight business trip. When he reminded me, “You’ll be the man of the house while I’m away,” I noticed my mother smile.
The day he left on his trip, my mother and I hardly talked at all. This was very unusual for us, since we normally talked nonstop. But there was some unspoken tension in the air. It was not an unpleasant tension. It was like people waiting for a big event, who could find nothing to say before the time came. We both went to bed early.