Susan poured the hot tea into the mug and stirred in the milk and sugar. It was a warm Sunday afternoon. Her husband, John, had gone bowling and daughter Zoe was at the mall with her friends. She was making the tea for her son Michael who was upstairs doing his homework like a good little boy. She would have preferred him to be outdoors too but he was a shy boy and didn’t have too many friends. Still, maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t go out much, she thought, especially with all the gangs and d**g crime out there.
She carried the mug of tea upstairs and pushed open the door to his room, which was always slightly ajar, and walked in. She was a little surprised to find that he was not sitting at his desk with his headphones on listening to music while he worked. She was even more surprised to see that he was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the bed. He was on the other side of the bed and so had not heard or seen his mother walk in. Susan peered over and was about to ask him what he was doing but stopped suddenly when she saw that he had his trousers round his ankles. Still a little confused she stared and then realised what her son was doing. He was masturbating furiously with his right hand and in front of him on the floor was an open magazine. Even from a distance she could tell the picture was that of Pamela Anderson in a bikini. She stared frozen and noticed he had wrapped something red around his penis. She couldn’t quite make out what it was and it was only when thick globules of cum shot out from his penis and covered Pamela’s body that she came to her senses. She quickly placed the mug on his desk and left his room quietly, leaving the door slightly ajar.
She went downstairs and decided to forget all about it. She did not want him to know that his mother had seen him cum all over a picture of Pamela Anderson. Getting caught masturbating by a member of your own f****y, well, that’s the kind of shit that never leaves you. He is 18 and boys do this, she thought. Only natural. He’ll get a girlfriend. One day. He had nice body, she had noticed. Slim yet toned, and it’s not like he’s ugly. He could get any girl. She had also noticed how cleaned his penis looked and realised he had shaved his pubes. That made his penis look huge. Long and thick. “Snap out of it,” she said to herself. He’s your son, she thought. Stop thinking about his dick. She couldn’t help it though. Her husband was a fat slob who fell asl**p in front of the T.V. every night and she couldn’t remember the last time she had had a good drilling. She started feeling guilty and decided to do some chores around the house to take her mind of things.
Later that day Michael came downstairs. Susan watched as he walked straight into the kitchen and shoved something into the washing machine.
“You alright, honey?” she asked.
“Um, yeah, fine,” he replied, not meeting her gaze. “I’m just going out for a while, bye.” He walked out the front door, letting it slam shut.
She wondered why he seemed so preoccupied as she opened the washing machine door to see what he had placed inside. There among all the other dirty laundry was a red item of clothing, which she knew she had not placed there. She pulled it out and saw that it was underwear. Red, silky underwear. Her underwear. Oh my god, she thought. My son has been sneaking into my bedroom, taking my knickers and wanking with them. Her panties felt moist and she could smell it too. The unmistakable stench of cum. Part of her felt disgusted but then she also felt a little turned on. Does this mean her son fantasises about her? Does he think about her while he’s wanking? She decided to go up to his room to snoop around.
Michael’s room was clean and tidy as always. She looked under the bed and mattress. Nothing there. Searched his desk. Nothing out of the ordinary. Looked in the wardrobe. Behind neatly folded stacks of clothing she found a pile of dirty magazines. As she flicked through them she couldn’t believe some of the poses the girls were doing. They must be fucking gymnasts, she thought, jealously, but she also found it amusing that a lot of the pages were stuck together. She felt stupid snooping around her son’s room. After all, what was she looking for? He hadn’t done anything wrong apart from masturbate with her panties. She wondered if she should talk to him about it. That would be awkward. I want him, she thought. I want my son. No. Stop thinking like that. Just put it out of your head and pretend you don’t know anything. As she was about to leave the room she eyed the empty mug on the desk. Oh no. She realised now that he knew she had been in his room and left the tea and must have seen him. No wonder he wouldn’t look at her. Imagine the embarrassment. Still, as long as I don’t bring it up he’ll get over it.
“So what did you do today, Mike?” asked Zoe.
“Nothing. Just went for a walk,” replied Michael.
“Nobody just goes for a walk.”
“Well I do so piss off.”
“Now everybody just shut up and eat!” said John. “Zoe, stop teasing your b*****r and Mike, no swearing.”
It was evening and they were all sat round the dinner table.
“Have you done your homework?” Susan asked her daughter. “Mike spent all morning doing his.”
“I bet he spent all morning jerking off,” muttered Zoe.
Susan nearly choked and Michael went all red in the face.
“That’s it young lady,” said John. “Go to your room. Now!”
“Fine. Don’t like what we’re eating anyway,” said Zoe, storming out of the room.
“Just ignore her, Mike,” said John turning to his son. “She’s twenty years old and still behaving like a teen.”
They finished their dinner in silence.
The next day, after her husband had left for work and both Mike and Zoe had gone to their respective colleges Susan stood in front of the bedroom mirror naked. John had gotten fat but she still retained her figure. Short, blonde hair slim, breasts still pert, smooth skin, round supple ass, shaved pussy. She still turned heads and had often thought about having an affair but always held back. Now, though, all she could think about was her own son’s body. She got so turned on that she couldn’t stop herself from running into the master bedroom and digging out her old, pink vibrator from her panty drawer. Nothing happened when she turned it on. No fucking batteries, she realised. She went downstairs, naked, into the living room and found some new ones from the cupboard and inserted them in her pink dick. Sitting on the sofa she spread her legs and placed the vibrator on her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and her heart raced as the vibrations sent shivers through her entire body. It had been a long time since she used it. Soon her pussy was moist with her juices and she began slowly inserting the pink six incher between her pussy lips. She let out little moans and the occasional dog-like yelp as she began f***efully fucking herself with the artificial penis. After a few minutes her body stiffened and with a loud moan she came to orgasm. She sat there with her eyes closed while the waves of pleasure subsided. When her breathing returned to normal she slowly opened her eyes and to her shock she found, standing before her, her son, Michael.
“W-w-what…I mean…what are you doing here?” Susan said, her voice all croaky.
“I live here,” said Mike, in a barely audible voice. His eyes were wide open with shock.
“I meant what are you doing home? Couldn’t you have knocked?”
“I forgot my books. I used my own key.”
“Well this isn’t what it looks like,” Susan said, still sitting on the sofa, legs wide, pink vibrator buzzing away in her pussy.
“What the fuck else could it be?” said Mike.
Susan’s head felt like it was going to explode. She didn’t know what to say or do but then she noticed a bulge in Mike’s crotch. She realised that he had probably seen everything and had gotten turned on by it. She had caught him masturbating and now he had caught her.
“How long were you standing there?” she asked.
“I just got in,” he replied.
“Liar,” said Susan, smiling at him. “Well, you might as well see more of Mommy.”
The vibrator made a disgusting squelching sound as she took it out of her and switched it off. She held it up to her lips and flicked the end with her tongue without taking her eyes off him. His eyes seemed to widen even more. Susan slowly pushed the vibrator into her mouth smiling at him all the time. She could see his crotch pulsating up and down. The sight of the pink vibrator disappearing between his mother’s lips was really turning him on and Susan couldn’t hold back any more.
“Right, get over here,” she ordered him, throwing the vibrator to one side.
“What? Why?” said Mike like a scared, little boy.
“Just c’mere,” Susan said as she grabbed him by trouser belt. He did not resist as she quickly undid his belt and fly and pulled down his trousers and boxers in one go. His cock sprang out like a coiled spring. 7 inches of solid meat all clean and shaven. She took hold of it with both hands and looked up at his shocked face, mouth wide open in disbelief.
“Mommy wants cock, honey,” she breathed at him. “Mommy wants cock.”
She began furiously licking all around his bell-end savouring the tangy taste of his pre-cum juices. How long has it been since she had a cock in her mouth? Too long, she thought as she took more of it into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down. Mike stood rigid the whole time not quite believing what was happening. Susan felt her son running his fingers through her hair. He’s getting into it, she thought as she grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Suddenly he grabbed her hair with both hands and began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. Susan suppressed any guilty feelings she might have had. She wanted to be fucked in the face by her son. God knows, she needed it. His a****listic grunting and her deep, guttural sounds fill the air and she realised he was about to cum. Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and still holding her hair with both hands, shouted:-
“What?” she said. “Don’t stop now.”
“I wanna cum on your face!” he shouted back and began wanking fast with his right hand.
“Do it! That’s it. Cum on Mommy’s face!”
She kneeled down, tilted her head back, mouth open, tongue out and looked at her son wanking away, eyes wide like a man possessed. She yelped with delight and shock as the first blob of cum shot from his cock and landed on her left cheek. She managed to close her eyes just in time as the second landed on her right eyelid. The third hit the back of her throat almost making her gag. She tilted her head slightly to the left as the rest landed on her right cheek. As the warm cum quickly cooled on her face she opened her left eye a little to see him standing there breathing heavily, mouth wide. She giggled.
“Wow son,” she said. “You just covered Mommy’s face with your cum.”
At that he too laughed a little. Then they heard a noise behind them.
“Yeah, wow Mikey. You just cum all over Mommy’s face. Isn’t that cute.”
It was Zoe and she was holding something in her hand. It was a camcorder. She smiled at them both. An evil smile, thought Susan.
“Wait till Daddy sees this,” she said. “Wait till Daddy sees this.”
Zoe slowly unlocked the front door and crept into the kitchen. It was nearly one in the morning and she was supposed to be in by eleven. Mom and Dad would be pissed. Not that she gave a fuck but she did not want to get into a shouting match this time of night. She made her way through the kitchen towards the living room without turning any lights on. Damn, she thought, as she noticed the flickering light of the television. Someone's still awake. She could only see the back of someone's head sitting on the sofa. It's Mike, she thought and crept in closer to see what he was watching with the volume turned down. It was a porno. On the screen was a skinny, blonde haired girl sucking on a big, black cock like her life depended on it. Zoe stormed into the room, slapped him on the back of the head and then, moving round to the front of the sofa, said:-
“You pervert! What the fuck are you....”, she stopped mid-sentence in shock. There in front of her, his pyjamas round his ankles, cock in his right hand, remote control in his left hand and a magazine picture of Jessica Alba on the coffee table in front of him was her father, John.
“What...the...fuuuuuuck?” Zoe said. “Is this what you do every night when Mom's asl**p? Christ, like father, like son!”
He just looked at her. Sweaty forehead, mouth opening and closing like a fish. He felt like a teenager again, getting caught masturbating by his Mom. Then, as now, he was turned on by it. Zoe giggled at the sight of him. That was it. He was already about to cum before she burst in and now he just couldn't help himself. He started jerking off fast, looking right at her thinking how she looks just like the girl in the porno. She stared down at him wide-eyed not beleiving he was still gonna jerk off with her there.
Just then Zoe had an idea. A plan in fact. A dirty, stupid plan that only Zoe could think would actually work. To his amazement she knelt down in front of him and wrapped he lips around his bell -end. He couldn't believe what was happening as he looked down at her smiling face. Yes, still smiling with the end of his cock in her mouth. A little voice in the back of his mind said, “Don't do it, man. That's your daughter! Don't do it.” But he couldn't help himself and a few seconds later he drained his balls into her mouth. Zoe didn't swallow. She straightened herself up to look at him. Still smiling with a mouth full of cum, her cheeks puffed out. She turned and half dribbled and half spat Daddy's cum all over Jessica Alba's smiling face. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and stood up.
“You're a fucking pervert!” she said, turning and walking up to her room. “Momma's gonna hear about this.”
Shit, shit, shit!! thought John as he quickly cleaned himself up and made his way up to her room. He walked in.
“Don't you fuckin' knock!?” asked Zoe.
“Keep your voice down, dammit and don't talk to me like that,” said John, almost whispering.
“Why not? Your a wanker. I'll talk to you any way I want, wanker.”
“Look, “ said John trying to sound serious. “There is no reason to tell Susan anything.”
“Oh, I think she has right to know what hubby gets up to every night,” said Zoe, smiling. “I think she'll want to know you like your cock being sucked by your own daughter.”
“You sucked my cock on purpose! You wanted to! Why would you want to tell her?”
Zoe narrowed her eyes and coming closer to him she said:-
“Coz I'm sick of being treated like shit around here. I'm twenty years old for fuck's sake and I still got to be in before eleven? Even today at dinner I had to listen to some of your shit. Well fuck that. You want me to keep my mouth shut you have to pay.”
Shit, John thought. My daughter is a psycho bitch.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Double my allowance,” she said.
“Is that it?” he said, relieved.
“No, triple it. You can afford it and no more giving me shit about my bad behaviour. Especially in front of Mikey.”
“And you'll keep your mouth shut?”
She smiled and said :- “Good night, daddy.”
Blackmailed by my own daughter, he thought. He turned and walked out the room. He couldn't think of anything else to say. He crept into his own bedroom where his wife, Susan, was soundly sl**ping. He lay down next to her and tried to sl**p but couldn't.
The next morning Zoe knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hurry up, Daddy,” she said. “I don't have all day to wait for you to finish spanking the monkey.” She giggled.
John opened the door, looking all flustered.
“You know what?” he said, breathless. “I've been thinking. Tell her what you want. I'll just deny it. Who do you think she's gonna believe? Me or slutty little bitch daughter? No triple allowance for you.”
With that, he walked off.
Well, well, well, Zoe thought. Daddy's not so weak after all.
Later, walking to college, Zoe thought about what he had said. Mom would never believe her. It wasn't the first time she had told tall tales. She wanted more money, she wanted more control of her life, she wanted to do whatever she wanted and he was all set to give her whatever she wanted but had got his balls back and outsmarted her. She needed proof, she realised. Proof that Daddy was a wanker. She needed photographic evidence or better yet – video. They had a camcorder which she had last seen in the kitchen. She decided to walk back home, make some excuse to Mom about coming back, swipe the camcorder and keep it in her room until the next time she knew daddy was choking his chicken. She'll video him and blackmail him. Simple. It's a plan, she thought and felt good again.
On arriving home she unlocked the front door and walked in. It appeared no one was home. Probably gone shopping, she thought. She found the camcorder and picking it up inspected it. No fucking tape. Just then she heard a noise coming from the living room. Someone was home. She heard a voice.
“I wanna cum on your face!”
Shit, Zoe thought. That sounded like Mike and then she heard her mother's voice.
“Do it! That's it. Cum on Mommy's face.”
What the fuck is going on, Zoe thought, and, hesitatingly, peered into the living room.
There, next to the sofa, on her knees, naked, face covered with cum was her mother, Susan. Standing next to her, trousers round his ankles, cock hanging out was her b*****r, Michael. They had not noticed her.
“Wow, son,” said Susan, laughing. “You just covered mommy's face with your cum.”
Just then Zoe had a thought. Blackmailing Mom would be just as good as blackmailing Dad. In fact she could blackmail them both. She pointed the camcorder at them and said:-
“Yeah, wow Mikey. You just cum all over Mommy’s face. Isn’t that cute.”
Both Susan and Mike looked at her, shocked.
“Wait till Daddy sees this,” Zoe said. “Wait till Daddy sees this.”
“This, er, this isn't what it looks like,” croaked Susan.
“What the fuck else could it be?” Zoe responded and ran up to her room.
“I'll go talk to her,” said Susan, getting up. She looked at Mike. He had a worried expression on his face. “It'll be okay. I promise. I'll make everything okay. Pull your trousers up.”
She walked slowly upstairs to Zoe's room not knowing how everything was going to be okay. She walked in to see Zoe lying on the bed.
“Nobody fuckin' knocks in this house,” said Zoe.
“Where is it?” asked Susan trying to sound f***eful.
“Just give me the tape.”
“If I give you the tape then I can't show Daddy.”
“Why would you want to show him? You'll tear this f****y apart!”
“You should've thought that before you started perving out with your son!”
“It was an accident. It won't happen again.”
Susan looked in the drawer, the cupboard, under the bed – nothing. She was almost in tears.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?”
“What's wrong with me?!!” Zoe shouted, sitting up on the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you!!? I come home coz I forgot my purse and here you are sucking your own son's cock like a two-dollar crack whore? I mean, what the fuck!? Look at you. Your still naked and you've still got cum dripping off your chin!”
It was true. Susan had forgotten to wipe her face and get dressed. She looked around for a tissue or something.
“Can't we work something out,” she asked.
“Sure we can,” replied Zoe. “First, I want more money, then I don't want to hear any more shit about what a bad girl I am and how good Mikey is and then – well I think of something more later.”
“Are you serious?” asked Susan, credulous.
“Yeah, I'm serious! I'm sick of being treated like shit in this house. Now I'm on top, in control, I rule this nest and what I say goes.”
Shit, Susan thought. My daughter is a psycho bitch.
Just then Mike stormed in.
“Fuck this,” he said. “I'll find it, Mom. She's probably got the tape on her.”
He walked over to her and ripped off her shirt and, grabbing her bra from the front, tore it off her making her fall on the bed face down.
“What the fuck are you doing!” Zoe yelled. “Get the fuck off me pervert!”
“Where the fuck is it?” said Mike as he yanked down her skirt and knickers in one motion.
Susan had never seen him like this. No one had. He had a serious, determined expression on his face. He looked mean. She liked it.
“Dirty, shit-faced bastard!” Zoe shouted while kicking at him and clambering up the bed.
Mike looked at her naked body. She looks a lot like mom, he thought. Only she had longer hair and pointy tits. Her pussy was also shaved just like mom's.
“What the fuck are you looking at, motherfucker!?” Zoe yelled.
He climbed onto the bed and, grabbing her legs, pulled her towards him. She kicked and struggled wildly but he managed to f***e her legs open and held them down with his strong hands on the inside of her thighs. He had wanted to suck mom's pussy but she had interrupted so now she was going to get licked out. He lowered his head and started lapping away with his tongue like a cat with a bowl of milk.
“Shit!” Zoe gasped, astonished at what was happening. This wasn't part of the plan. “Stop! STOP!! Mom, help!”
Susan stood there transfixed. The sight of Mike licking out his s****r's pussy was really turning her on. She could tell he hasn't done that before. He had no technique. Just lapped away everywhere and with Zoe still struggling it was hot to watch. She watched as her daughter leaned over and started slapping Mike on the head yelling all the time for him to get off. Susan climbed on the bed and took hold of both Zoe's arm by the wrists and, facing Mike, she positioned herself over Zoe and knelt down, pinning Zoe's arms to the bed with her knees, her pussy just inches away from her face. Zoe was helpless now and soon her struggling eased a little. Susan looked down at her daughter's face.
“Mom, please,” pleaded Zoe.
“I'm sorry,” said Susan. “I can't help it and this is what you deserve for being such a bad little girl.”
She lowered her pussy down onto her daughter's face. Zoe bucked wildly trying to struggle loose and shaking her head from side to side trying to get her face out of Susan's pussy but all to no avail. Soon she stopped struggling. Despite herself she started to like it. She gasped as Mike sucked at her clitty and she knew she was gonna cum soon. The smell from her mother's pussy was intoxicating and she started tongue-fucking. Susan was loving it! Her orgasm was close. It wasn't long before she felt Zoe's hips jerk up and she realised Zoe was orgasming into Mike's face. Just the sight of that turned Susan on even more and she ground her pussy into Zoe's face smearing it completely with her pussy juices.
Mike stood up, took off all his clothes and without hesitating rammed his rock-hard cock straight into his s****rs pussy.
“Kiss me, kiss me,” breathed Susan. Mike kissed her on the lips and she could taste Zoe's pussy on his lips and tongue. Zoe moaned loudly as Mike rammed his dick into her. A few moments later Susan yelled out and orgasmed on her daughter's face. This made Mike stop momentarily. She flopped over to one side. Both mother and daughter panted loudly. Mike's dick made a squelchy sound as he pulled it out of Zoe's pussy. He tossed her over on to her stomach and lifted her butt high in the air.
“He's gonna do me doggy,” said Zoe to her mother as Mike entered her pussy from behind. He started fucking her. Slowly at first then faster and faster. Susan looked up at him and realised he was staring down into her pink asshole. She licked her middle finger and inserted slowly into Zoe's anus. Zoe yelped and giggled at the same time as Susan finger fucked her ass and Mike rammed his dick into her pussy.
“You want to fuck her ass, Mikey?” Susan asked, gently. “You want to stick your cock in there?”
“God, YES!” Mike yelled as he yanked his dick out of Zoe's pussy. Susan grabbed Zoe's ass cheeks and pulled them apart as best she could, opening up her dark hole and spitting into it. She then spat on Mike's dick. Zoe arched her back ready for him. Mike slowly eased his pulsing cock into her inch by inch until it had all disappeared into her. He paused for a moment taking in the sight of penis inside her ass.
“Zoe,” Susan said. “You've done anal before haven't you?”
“Mom,” said Zoe, looking over her shoulder at her. “You wouldn't believe half the shit I've done.”
To Mike, Zoe's ass felt like a vice gripping his cock. Even with Susan still spreading her ass cheeks it was still tight. He eased his cock out then back in. It felt amazing. He picked up the pace and Susan spat a few more times at his cock to help lube it up. Soon he was fucking her ass hard, ramming it into her. Her moans and screams of pleasure and pain driving him wild. Susan was now egging him on by spanking his ass and screaming at him to fuck his s****r harder. All of a sudden he felt his balls tighten and with a loud groan he unleashed his load right into her ass, her vice-like ass squeezing every last drop from him. He pulled out of her, exhausted and almost falling down on the floor.
“You wanna watch me cum-fart?” Zoe said, giggling. Mike and Susan watched in amazement as Zoe's anus seemed to flex and pulse and then let out a disgusting squelchy sound as white, gooey cum splurted out and trickled down to her pussy lips, her inner thighs and finally onto the bed sheets. Zoe giggled some more and lay over on her back. Susan lied down next to her.
“So,” she said. “You gonna tell us where the camcorder is?”
“Yeah,” Zoe said. “It's in the cupboard in the hallway but there's no tape. I couldn't find any.”
“Jesus, after all that?” Susan said, almost laughing. “Of course, now I remember. We video'd Mike's 18th and took it out so as to not tape over it.”
All three of them laughed and after a pause Zoe said:-
“Mom, I caught Dad masturbating.”
“Yeah, he does that all the time.” Susan laughed.
“Of course. He hasn't made love to me in months so he's gonna be jerking off. Better that than having an affair.”
“I suppose,” said Zoe. “But you know he carried on jerking while I was there. It turned him on getting caught.”
“Like it turned me on catching Mike,” said Susan looking at him. “You ready to go again?” she asked.
“No,” said Mike. “My balls are aching. I'm gonna take a shower.”
“Do you mind fetching Mom's vibrator up. Me and your s****r are gonna have some fun.”
Mike did as he was told, fetching her love toy from the living and tossing over to them as he went off to take his shower. Susan and Zoe looked at each other.
“We should get Dad involved,” said Zoe.
My little girl, Susan thought. Ever the slut.
“Why?” she asked.
“He's gonna find out sooner or later. Might as well be one big happy f****y of perverts.”
They both laughed at that.
“I don't think he'll go for it,” said Susan.
“Oh, I think he will,” said Zoe. “I've got a plan.”
“You and your crazy plans.”
“Do you want to finger-fuck?” Zoe asked.
“Yeah!” said Susan “Yeah I wanna finger-fuck.”
They both sat up with their backs against the headboard, legs apart. Susan started stroking Zoe's pussy with her left hand and Zoe likewise rubbed her mother's clitty with her right hand. They were both enjoying themselves so much with their eyes closed they hadn't noticed a shadow looming over them until they heard a voice say:-
They both opened their eyes shocked to see standing before them, at the foot of the bed, was John, Susan's husband, Zoe and Michael's father. They could tell from the bulge in his trousers he had an erection. A huge erection.
They both looked at each other and smiled.
Bitch! John thought as he lay in bed. That fucking little bitch! How could she do this to me? Spoilt little slut. That's what you get for being too easy on your k**s. He looked over at his sl**ping wife. So what if she finds out? No big deal, he thought. She probably knows I jerk off all the time . It's not like this marriage is a happy one. Still don't want Zoe to tell her she sucked me off. But if she does? I can deny it, can't I? Yes I can. That's what I'll do. Deny it. I'll deny it and that's that. I'll just be more careful where I jerk off from now on. Dam, her mouth felt good around my cock. Stop! Stop it! Never again. Just a one-off. Forget it ever happened. Not my fault anyway. Slowly he began to feel drowsy. He felt a little more at ease and with his anger subsiding he dozed off.
The next morning, as he sat on the toilet, he had a little chuckle to himself. What made his daughter think sucking his cock would get her more allowance? Then came an impatient knock on the door.
“Hurry up, Daddy,” came Zoe's voice. “I don't have all day to wait for you to finish spanking the monkey.”
The cheeky slut, he thought as he heard her giggle. He quickly finished up and opened the door.
“You know what?” he said, breathless. “I've been thinking. Tell her what you want. I'll just deny it. Who do you think she's gonna believe? Me or slutty little bitch daughter? No triple allowance for you.”
He went downstairs, leaving her standing, and got ready for work. He felt good on the drive to work. A potential disaster has been avoided, he thought. Then he realised he had forgotten his briefcase and would have to go back for it. He turned the car round and headed back home. Once there, he went into the living room and found it on the table where he had left it. He picked it up but as he turned to leave he heard someone talking upstairs. It must be Susan, he thought, but who's she talking to? He left his briefcase and went upstairs. The door to Zoe's bedroom was ajar and he could hear soft moans coming from inside. He paused for a moment and then walked in.
He couldn't believe his eyes. There in front of him was his wife, Susan, and his daughter, Zoe, on the bed, legs wide open, totally naked, eyes closed, rubbing each others pussies with their fingers. He had an instant erection. He stood there for a while, just watching. This was wrong but so dam hot. He thought about leaving but he couldn't. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he said:- “Fucking unbelievable.”
Susan and Zoe opened their eyes, shocked to see him there. They stared at him and he stared back, not knowing what to say. Then Susan and Zoe looked at each other and smiled.
“Hey, Daddy,” said Zoe. “What ya doin' home?”
“What am I doing?” said John. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What does it look like, honey?” said Susan and both she and Zoe starting fingering each others pussies harder looking directly at him.
“Stop that,” he said, half-heartedly.
They ignored him and Zoe whispered something in her mothers ear. Susan giggled then both she and Zoe positioned themselves into a sixty-nine with Zoe on top. Susan dug her nails into Zoe's ass cheeks and pulled her down onto her face to lick at her pussy lips and Zoe was already lapping away at her mothers clitty, deliberately making loud slurping noises so John could hear. He just stood there and watched, his cock aching in his trousers. After about a minute they rolled over so that Susan was on top now and she ground her pussy into Zoe's face as she had done before. She looked up at John.
“Come on, honey,” she said. “Join in. We could use a cock, a real cock! Or we're gonna have to make do with that.” She nodded at the vibrator next to them.
“Yeah, c'mon Dad,” came Zoe's muffled voice. “Fuck her pussy!”
He couldn't contain himself any longer. He pulled down his trousers and out sprang his hard cock. Taking off the rest of his clothes he climbed on the bed behind his wife. She raised her ass in the air and with one thrust he shoved his cock right into her pussy. Grabbing her waist he starting fucking her hard all the while Zoe was licking his balls from underneath. Susan looked at him over her shoulder.
“It's been so long,” she said. “Fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch!”
He grabbed her hair and shoved her head down into Zoe's pussy.
“That's it Daddy,” said Zoe from underneath him. “Treat like a slut! That's how she likes it!”
John was about to empty his balls. It was the fastest he had ever cum but he couldn't hold back. A few more violent thrusts and he shot his load into Susan who moaned loudly. A few seconds later he pulled out, sat back and watched as Zoe slurped out his cum juice from Susan's pussy. She didn't swallow. Instead she tapped Susan's ass, motioning her to get off her. With Susan on her back Zoe brought her mouth close to her face and opened her lips letting John's cum drip all over Susan's face.
“See that,” Zoe said to John as Susan giggled. “That's what she likes.” She then began licking at Susan's face. They tongue-kissed, swapping the cum around each others mouths.
“So this is what you get up to when I'm out?” asked John. “Does she know about last night?”
“Know what?” said Susan, looking at him. Zoe hadn't told her about how she had sucked her Dad off the night before.
“About how she sucked my cock and then tried to blackmail me. She didn't say anything?”
Susan looked at Zoe who just shrugged.
“You and your crazy plans,” she said and kissed her again.
She doesn't care, John thought about his wife. She just doesn't care. Well fuck this! When in Rome... He grabbed Zoe's legs, brought her towards him and starting slurping away at her pussy. Susan smiled. A few minutes ago his son's cock was in that pussy, she thought. She got down beside him and both of them took turns lapping at Zoe's vagina who bucked wildly as her orgasm erupted inside her. John and Susan kissed each other, licking Zoe's pussy juices off each other's faces. John's cock was hard again. He stood up at the side of the bed.
“Suck my cock,” he ordered. “Both of you.”
They sat on the side of the bed and both of them started licking each side of his cock. Susan starting sucking on it. It had been such a long time since she had had his cock in her mouth.
“Not like that, Mom,” said Zoe, taking it out of her mouth. “Like this.”
She put her lips on the tip of it and slowly took the whole length of it into her. She made horrible guttural sounds as she deep-throated him. Susan was impressed at her daughters cock-sucking abilities. Zoe jerked her head back letting John's cock out of her mouth. Wads of sticky spit fell from her chin and his cock onto her chest.
“Your turn,” she said to Susan, panting.
Susan tried to swallow as much of his cock as she could trying to fight the gag reflex. John knew she was having trouble so, taking hold of the side of her head, he began face-fucking his wife. Susan was loving it. She loved him being f***eful like this. She loved the way his cock hit the back of her throat every time he thrust forward. She wanted his cock inside her again.
“Fuck me!” she said, pushing him away. “Fuck both of us, hard!”
He pulled her up and practically threw her on the bed. Getting on top he lifted up both of her legs in the air and holding them by the ankles he started fucking her, grunting loudly. Meanwhile, Zoe was slapping him on his ass and whispering sweet, little nothings into his ear like:-
“That's what she wants. Fuck her like a slut. Make the bitch scream.”
Zoe then sat on Susan's face facing John and started grinding her pussy into her face just as Susan had done to her. John fucked his wife brutally while looking into Zoe's eyes thrusting his penis deep inside her with every thrust. A few moments later Susan let out a muffled yell as her orgasm rippled through her.
“Don't cum yet,” said Zoe to him as she got off her mothers face and got on her hands on knees, her ass in the air, presenting herself to him. “I want you to fuck me.”
He got behind his daughter and slid his cock into her moist pussy. He began fucking her just as hard as he did his wife.
“Yeah!” yelled Zoe. “That's the way! Punish me!”
Susan noticed he was looking at Zoe's asshole. Like father, like son, she thought and then had an idea. She picked up her vibrator and turned it on. She spat on Zoe's asshole just like before and shoved the vibrator straight in there. Zoe gave out a surprised yelp and then giggled.
“Oh, you bad bitch,” she said, looking over her shoulder at Susan.
The sight of a pink vibrator buzzing away inside Zoe's ass was too much for John and with a few more strokes he was ready to cum. He pulled out and jerked off his cock furiously as he shot his cum over Zoe ass and back. Zoe whooped with delight as she felt his warm cum on her. After milking every last drop out John slumped back on the bed, exhausted. Susan then licked and slurped his cum off Zoe and the two started kissing each other, swishing the cum around their mouths, some of it seeping out from their lips. After Zoe had taken out the still buzzing vibrator all three of them lay on the bed kissing and cuddling.
“So,” John said. “We're one happy f****y again. Right?”
“Yeah,” replied Susan and Zoe agreed.
“Just don't tell Mike, okay?” said John.
Mother and daughter looked at each other and laughed.
“What's so funny?” John asked, confused.
Susan and Zoe just carried on laughing.
Oh well, John thought. As long as we're happy.