I let go of her hand and kind of mumbled, “I have to go,” and I headed to my room. When I got there I shut the door and leaned against it. I felt like I had been chased. My heart was beating fast and I was panting, trying to catch my breath. Leaning against the door I could hear the sound of them fucking downstairs.
I could hear Ben, “That’s right baby. Give me that pussy. Fuck me. Show me how much you want my cock.”
“Oh god yes. I love your cock. You can fuck me anytime, anywhere, and anyway you want,” she practically hissed. “My pussy is so yours.”
I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. I made the water as hot as I could stand it. The hot water started to calm me down. As it did my mind wandered to the scene in the kitchen. I pictured Morgan’s legs wrapped around Ben’s waist. His big cock stretching her pussy. I shook my head and tried to think of something else. I was becoming sex obsessed.
I dried myself off and lay down naked on the bed. I closed my eyes, Ben’s tongue between Morgan’s legs immediately came to mind. Him gently sucking on her clit. My hand went to my breast. It lightly caressed my nipple. Him gently kissing the lips of her pussy. I pulled on my nipple.
Ben was still there. I could hear them downstairs.
The heat washed over my body. I pictured Ben’s hard lean body leaned over her. My other hand went to my pussy. I was wet. As I touched my clit s shock went through my body. An orgasm washed over me. I jammed my fingers in my pussy and fucked myself with them. I thrust my hips into my fingers. I could feel my hot wetness soaking them.
As I fucked myself with my fingers I moaned, no, I grunted, loudly, louder than I thought.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh, ggmnnngh, uh, uh, uh…,” I was not easy on my pussy.
Just then, Morgan is in my doorway. I didn’t hear her come in. I stared at her blankly not quite realizing she was really there. Then I shrieked, and tried to cover myself with my hands.
“Don’t you knock!” I practically screamed.
“I did knock. You didn’t answer. I heard noises. I was worried so I came in” she answered.
I looked at her. She was still wearing her crop top, stockings, and shoes. Her skirt and panties were missing and I could see a slickness drying on the inside of her thighs.
I should have told her to get out, but I didn’t. I burst into tears.
“What’s wrong with me?” I wailed.
“Why do you think something’s wrong?” she asked.
“What? Why do you think? I’m sitting here naked, just caught masturbating by my half naked daughter after watching her have sex!” I practically shouted.
“I wasn’t haven’t having sex,” she said. “Technically when you were there I was getting eaten.”
The statement kind of shocked me. Not in a bad way, but a way that made me realize the absurdity of the situation. I gave a shy smile.
“I guess that’s true,” I giggled.
“I did get fucked after, and yes it was great,” she smirked. We both laughed.
“I bet,” I said. “He’s pretty hot.”
“I know, hard to resist,” she said.
“I have to say, watching him, and… um… you, was kind of hot,” I admitted sheepishly.