Chapter Forty-Five

I walked quickly with Jennifer knowing how much Mom hated waiting for me. We got lucky. She was just pulling up as we walked outside.

Jennifer and I rode together in the backseat. I think she could sense I was cramping kinda badly. She had me lay across her lap so she could rub my lower back. I rubbed her leg in appreciation.

We dropped Jennifer off at her house and then went home.

I had to go to the bathroom badly. So I bolted for the door as Mom still parked the car.

I changed my tampon and went into the family room. I quickly undressed and grabbed a towel.

Daddy was lying down on the couch. The TV was on, but he didn’t seem to pay much attention to it.

“Mind if I join you, Daddy?”

“Not at all, baby girl.” He seemed in a good mood.

I stood there a moment longer, noticing a difference with his cock. His cock and ball sack were smooth as a baby’s behind. He must have shaved again for Pam.

I stretched out with my back against his bare chest. The warmth of his tummy against the small of my back felt good.

“You look so cute with that string dangling between your legs, baby girl.” I quickly turned my head. He was grinning at me.

“Daddy!” I yelled.

I didn’t feel like getting embarrassed and made fun of by my own father. I so wanted to make him cramp up like I was right then. I tried to get up and go to my room, but he had an arm thrown over my body and held me down. I gave up and sighed in frustration.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, Melissa, it’s natural for girls and women to have periods. Just as it is natural for guys to get hard-ons.”

I loved my daddy, but like most guys, he didn’t have a clue what having a period did to a girl. I thought better of telling him that it was natural for me to want to kick his ass for saying that, but nothing good could come of that.

“Did you have to joke about it though?” I was still upset. “It’s not so funny to be bleeding down there.” I thought back to the mess I had made of Doris’s bed.

Daddy kissed the top of my head and gently rubbed my arm. “Sweetie, it is a very comforting sight for the father of a very sexually active teenage girl. Peter and Jamie, and I suppose Mike, too, have shot their sperm into you. So I’m breathing easy knowing that you are having your period.”

“I don’t plan on getting preggers any time soon. I want to finish high school and go to college. I want to get a degree,” I stated firmly.

“I’m happy to hear that. You’re a smart girl and a smart student. It would be a shame to waste your potential. So I do hope you take your pills like you should.”

I grinned. “I plan on costing you a fortune with college, Daddy!”

He laughed. “I’ll be happy to pay up.”

We lay there for a minute just enjoying being close. He was quickly getting off my shit list with the way he was rubbing my side and tummy. I could also feel his cock on my butt, but it stayed soft. I was glad he could still just touch me without getting horny.

“You’re working so hard, Daddy. You said you might have more time soon.”

“Soon hasn’t quite happened yet.”

“Did you get some time to relax last weekend? While we were camping?”

“I went to your grandparents’ to visit with them for a while. They asked when you might come to see them. They have missed you spending time with them.”

“When did you drive there?”

“Saturday afternoon,” he replied. “Any particular reason you’re asking?”

“I wish you had joined us camping instead.”

“I figured you all would have good fun without me. And I didn’t know if my boss would call me back.”

“Oh,” I paused. He technically hadn’t lied to me, but he also hadn’t told me the whole truth. I decided to go for broke.

“Daddy, remember we agreed, no more secrets and no more bullshit?”

He twisted me around so he could look in my face. “I heard you talked to Sarah. Is she what this is all about?”

I was surprised at how perceptive he was. I hesitated and then nodded.

Just then Mom came into the family room. She had also undressed. She sat in the easy chair next to Daddy.

“You want your spot, Mom?”

“This is fine, Mel. At least for now.”

Daddy continued, “And now you have questions?”

I nodded again. Mom watched us closely, probably wondering what was going on.

“Such as?” he asked.

“Do you have a crush on Sarah? I mean, isn’t it dangerous to go away with her on trips? Isn’t it something that might cause you and Mom to split up? I asked Mrs. Clark about it once, and she said it was treading kind of dangerously to go off alone with someone like that.”

Mom looked at me kinda wide-eyed. Daddy sighed deeply.

“Sweetie, it isn’t something for everybody. And it can be dangerous with the wrong person. But you don’t have to worry about your mother and I splitting up over Sarah.”

“Why shouldn’t I worry? You do so much with her. She even wonders if you take blue pills so you can recover as quickly as you do. And wasn’t it kind of dangerous to fuck her at her grandparents like you did?”

His hand was still gently rubbing my flank as I quizzed him. It felt warm and soothing as I felt some light cramping. It was hard to be upset with him.

“Mel,” Mom began, “I knew what your father would be doing Saturday if he got through at the office early. I had called him and told him there would be an orgy at the Meyers like we had thought, and he told me about possibly going to see my parents and then spending the night with Sarah at her grandparents, if things worked out.”

“So, you knew about each other, but do you have a crush on her?” I looked over at my mother, and asked, “Do you, Mom?”

Mom and Daddy were rattled again.

“Mel,” Daddy spoke very softly, “we both love Sarah. But you see, there are many different forms of love. You don’t love Sarah like you do Peter. You love Peter differently than you do us or your brother. I love your mother differently from the way I love you and Jamie. Your mom and I know that we will have to let you go when you find your own spouses. But your mom and I hope we will grow very old together.”

“I do, too. And I hope to find a husband like you, Daddy.” I smiled at him and then at Mom.

“Well, isn’t that the sweetest thing to say to your old man!”

“You aren’t old, Daddy, and neither are you, Mom.” I stated firmly.

Daddy kissed my hair. “Getting back to Sarah, she is no more of a threat to us than anyone else. I love Sarah differently from the way I love my wife and my kids. You, Jamie and your mother are my family. I want my kids to get the best education and to make high grades in school. I want you to have a safe home, enough to eat, nice clothes, and many other things. And I would fight with my life to keep you, Jamie, and your mother from getting hurt.”

I snuggled tighter to Daddy, and looked up at him. All I could say was “Wow!”

He smiled at me. “I would, baby girl. I love my family that much.”

“I hope you never have to, Daddy.”

“So do I. Do we care about Sarah the same way? No. Sarah is a lot of fun to have sex with. So I do take some pills that I can enjoy my times with her as best as I can. Her sweet young pussy and her mouth feel incredibly good. I really like being with her. So does your mom. But, do we care if she is a straight A student? Not particularly. We hope she does well, but we’re not going to fret about it if she doesn’t. You are our daughter, not Sarah. Your mother tried to explain the difference, didn’t she?”

I sighed. “But still ...”

Mom interrupted me. “Why are you bringing it up again, Mel? Did something new come up? Or did you just think about it some more?”

I scrunched my lips, unsure how to respond without sounding like a jealous little girl.

Mom gently said, “You seemed fine when you’ve seen me and Sarah kissing.”

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to keep from getting emotional. “I know, but I still feel jealous sometimes about all the things she gets to do with you. Daddy takes her on trips to expensive hotels. You guys pretend that she is me, your daughter. You even get her to wear my clothes and you have her wear my dirty panties and you sniff them. That’s seriously weird, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” Mom said a little hesitantly. “But it’s just role playing. Remember when we talked with Doris? I told you that your father and I like to do that. And we can do with Sarah those things we don’t feel comfortable doing with you.”

“But ... I dunno ... it’s confusing. I know you guys don’t want to go too far with me, but Sarah gets more attention from you than I do. I don’t even see the big deal why you won’t do the stuff with me that you do with her. It’s like you wish she was your daughter. Why pretend when I’m right here?”

Mom quickly replied, “Mel, we don’t want Sarah to be our daughter, and we never will. You’re our daughter. And we love you very much, much more than Sarah. I’ve done a lot of things with you lately, and even included your father in part of it. Yes, your father and I have spent more time doing sexual things with Sarah. I can do those sexual things with her because she isn’t our daughter. That’s just the way it is. I’d rather have you as my daughter than as a sexual plaything. Although, as I said, I have done things with you lately that I never thought I would. I want to do more with you. So does your father as he becomes more comfortable with things. Will it ever be the same as with Sarah? I just don’t see it happening.”

She cocked her head a little. “Are you feeling jealous because of what you heard and saw at the Rayners’?”

“Yeah, it was kind of neat to see that they could have sex with their kids without any problems. I mean, really have sex.”

“But we’re not the Rayners. What they may not have problems with, we may not feel comfortable with at all. We’re still individuals with our own feelings and likes and dislikes. Look at Janet and Terri. You saw firsthand what they do together. They like to do things that your father and I would never even consider. So Maggie and Kent do things with their kids that we aren’t sure if we can or should do with you or Jamie. Can you honestly say you would want your daddy and me to do the same things with you that we do with Sarah? Would you be comfortable with it?”

“I don’t think that’s a fair question. I couldn’t have honestly said I would enjoy the things I did with Colleen until we did them. Was I comfortable doing some things with Colleen? Not at first, but after doing them, I liked most if not all of it, and I’m comfortable with it now.”

They looked at each other for the longest time.

I then said, “I admit I probably wouldn’t be comfortable with everything, especially not with how things might become between us once we did it. Sarah and I talked about how we would feel if we did the things with our own parents that she does with you. We feel the same about it - a little scared about afterwards. Would you treat me differently? Would I feel differently about you? Would it hurt us?”

“Our feelings exactly,” Daddy stated. “It was incredibly hot when you sucked me the other night. The idea of doing more with you is ... well ... exciting, especially the idea of stuffing my hard cock into your sweet young pussy.”

Whoa. I looked in amazement at Daddy. I had never heard him talk like that! Then I felt his cock getting hard. I moved to look at it.

“I can see that,” I said a little teasingly. It was a bit of an awkward moment. But astonishingly, he wasn’t embarrassed about it.

He then said, “But what about afterwards? I don’t know either.”

Daddy looked at me solemnly.

Mom then amazed me. “The idea of having Jamie fuck me sounds very exciting, too. I like a young hard eager cock fucking my pussy or my ass. And Jamie certainly has a nice cock, as you well know.”

I smiled at her in agreement. I couldn’t believe how my parents were talking to me! They were dropping their guard some with me. It was awesome, but also a little unnerving. Daddy really had been thinking about putting his cock inside me.

She continued. “But how would I feel about it afterwards? I’m glad the Rayners have that sorted out. It wasn’t easy for Maggie and Kent. They had a lot of talks with each other and with their friends about it before they decided to try it.”

We were quiet for a second, lost in our thoughts. I was fascinated at how we were so comfortably talking about all of this! I was almost afraid to say anything, afraid it would break the spell.

After a while Daddy started again. “Your mother and I have been talking a lot about what we may be comfortable doing with you and Jamie. We have tried some things this week, mostly your Mom. So far, you and Jamie seem to be okay with what we have done. But sex within a family is a tricky thing.”

“It certainly is,” Mom added. “It changes the whole family dynamics. So, we’re trying to figure out what we are comfortable doing with our kids, and what you are comfortable doing with us.”

Daddy took over again. “And then we have to consider what might happen if you or Jamie aren’t comfortable with what we might want to do with you. Would you and Jamie feel pressure to do things we would want to try with you that you didn’t like? Would you resent us for that? What are the long term implications? Would you perhaps feel guilty later about having had sex with your parents? Would one or both of you run to the authorities and blow everything within the group open? And all our friends would get hurt also? Or would you want to just run away? Or perhaps even destroy our family? All these things have happened, you know.”

Daddy kept gently rubbing my flanks and my tummy. His hardon was still making its presence known, too.

“I love you, Daddy. I love you, Mom. I don’t ever want to hurt you or our friends.”

“I know you don’t, baby girl,” Daddy said. “But people change over time. And what you might be comfortable with now can easily change over time. The communication has to be there between us, just as it is with me and your mom.”

“Just like swingers?” I asked.

“Exactly like that,” he replied. “But that’s more of a challenge for parents and their children to accomplish than a husband and wife. It’s more natural for parents and their children to want to hide things from each other. Your mom and I are authority figures for you. You’re conditioned to some degree to avoid getting into trouble. That doesn’t facilitate communication. So it’s a serious hurdle we’d have to deal with. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I hadn’t really thought about it like that.”

“So it’s important that we know how you feel about things. It’s probably more important that we know how you really feel about doing more or new things, especially if you’re feeling any pressure to do something you really don’t want to do. Obviously, you might not know how you really feel about something until actually trying it with us. Then it’s critical that we are able to talk openly, and that you’re comfortable doing that.”

Mom added, “And last but not least we want you to continue to respect us as your parents. You have to be able to separate and respect our role as parents from the fun and sex you’re involved in with us. It takes a level of maturity that most kids your age don’t have.”

Daddy looked at me again and kissed me on the cheek. “Do you understand that, sweetie?”

I nodded.

“And can you live with what you know about Sarah and us? Do you want us to stop?” Daddy asked seriously. “We would if it hurts you.”

“Sarah asked me the same question and I told her I didn’t want her to stop. So I’ll get used to it. And no, I don’t want you to stop. I get to do a lot of things with others like the Rayners and the Thomases.”

“Including Bob and Colleen?”

“Yeah.”

“I know you haven’t been happy about a lot of things with them. They both adore you though.”

“I’m not mad at them or anything. I’ve had a lot of fun with the Clarks,” I said, trying not to blush. Mom was also trying hard not to laugh at my futile attempt.

“So, let’s have the fun we all feel comfortable with then. Okay, Melissa?” Mom asked. Daddy looked at me softly.

“Yeah, I’m cool with it.” I returned his smile and looked at Mom, too. She also smiled. I also knew that was a clear signal that we weren’t going to be fucking anytime soon.

******

We were all quiet for a while, deep in our thoughts. I really had put a lot on my parents the last few days. I had to sort out a lot of things, too. I had to sort out how to protect Jennifer. Then there was Anna and how much she knew. And I wanted to talk to Julie as well. I needed to talk with Mom about all of it. The really neat thing was that I felt I could talk openly to her and Daddy now.

But there was something else on my mind. I had asked this quite a few times when I was younger but always got an evasive answer. I had pretty much forgotten about it. The lunchtime talk at the Walcott’s, when Janet brought up Jennifer visiting her father’s parents, had reminded me of Daddy’s parents. I figured now was the perfect time to ask about them. Perhaps now my parents would tell me the real reason I had never met them.

“Daddy, why do we never visit your parents?”

It looked like an electric jolt had hit Daddy. He and Mom locked eyes as well. Neither spoke a word. Mom finally nodded though.

“Please, let’s sit up, sweetie. And please, can you trade places with your mother? I need her next to me, this involves both of us.”

Daddy looked really uncomfortable. I began to wonder if I really needed to know that badly.

“You don’t have to answer, Daddy.”

“It’s time for you to know. Putting off telling you any longer won’t make it any easier.” He gave me a pained grin. I painfully smiled in reply.

I got up and sat in the easy chair. Mom sat next to Daddy, holding one of his hands with both of hers.

“I’ve told you how I met your mother at the beginning of our senior year in college. We had been together for close to three months at Thanksgiving. I had become quite serious about her.”

“And I had become quite serious about you father,” Mom added. “I had told him everything about my past by then.”

“So we both went home to our parents and we had agreed that we would tell them about us. My parents were thrilled that I had found a girl whom I had fallen in love with. I showed them a picture of your mother, and they thought she was very pretty.”

Mom added, “And your grandma and grandpa were the same when I told them about your father.”

“When we were back in college before Christmas, your mother and I agreed that I would drive to her parents’ house after Christmas, spend a couple of days with her and her parents, and then take her with me to meet my folks.”

Mom leaned even closer into Daddy whose expression slowly became very pained. I began seriously regretting I had asked.

“We had a really great time with her parents. They even let us sleep in the same room.”

Daddy put an arm around Mom’s shoulders and held her tight. Mom rubbed his leg and smiled at him.

“When we got to my parents, we were on cloud nine. Things had gone so well at her parents. They had completely approved of us being a couple, and I got along great with them. Even though your mother and I weren’t engaged yet, they were already treating me like I was part of the family. Mine had sounded so thrilled when I had told them they would meet my girlfriend Andrea.”

Daddy took a deep breath. “My father opened the door, welcomed us, but stared at your mother with an odd expression as my mother greeted us. I asked him what was wrong, and he answered that she looked familiar, that he’d had already thought the same thing when he’d seen her picture at Thanksgiving.”

“Oh, shit. I can almost guess why.”

I felt a little sick in my stomach picturing the scene.

“We had just finished taking off our coats and were about to bring our bags in. Suddenly he pointed at your mother and yelled ‘Cara Cream’. My mother asked him why he was yelling some crazy name at my girlfriend. He continued to scream that their son was bringing a porn actress home, that I was in love with a slut whore.”

My mouth hung open as I looked at Mom. I was slowly shaking my head, hoping somehow this was all just a joke. The look on her face as she stared back at me told the story though.

Daddy more quietly continued. “My father demanded that I throw my girlfriend out in the street, that she would never stay underneath the roof of his house, and some more stuff like that. I tried to reason with him, but then my mother somehow realized that her husband had been watching porn videos behind her back, which got her all mad and taking shots at your mom as well. She started to yell at Andrea that it was cheap whores like her that steered good husbands and fathers off the path of righteousness and similar nonsense.”

Mom took over. “She wanted me to take my bags and leave even though it was already late and after dark. And she demanded that your father immediately renounce our relationship.” Mom looked at Daddy adoringly. “But he just told his parents to either calm down and accept me or he would leave, too.”

“That’s when my father tossed me out. He yelled that he was disowning me, that I was an embarrassment to the family. He stated that I was no longer to be called his son and that he was stopping all monetary support, cutting me out of his will, and all kinds of shit. I told your mom to get in the car and we drove around the block. I walked back and my mother opened the door gleefully and said she knew I would come to my senses. Without a word I went up to my room, packed up what I needed, and went back down.”

Daddy was beginning to really choke up. “With my bag in my hand, I told my parents that Andrea was my future and to stuff everything else up their self-righteous assholes. That was the last time I saw my parents. I haven’t seen nor talked to them since that day.”

Mom kissed him and hugged him tightly until he settled down. I had never seen Daddy like that. He wasn’t crying, but he was hurting remembering what had happened years before. Tears were running down my cheeks.

Finally with a raspy voice, Daddy said, “And I have never regretted that decision.”

I wiped the tears from my face. He continued after a second.

“The car I was driving was in my name and I had some money saved up. I sold the car and I managed to live, with your mom’s help, until the end of the semester and finish college. But I was completely broke when I graduated. Fortunately a company had recruited me on campus and I had a job a few weeks after I graduated. During those weeks I lived with your mother’s parents.”

"I had some money left over from the movies I’d made the previous summer, and I got a job as a hostess in a nice restaurant. That got us through the weeks until your father got his first paycheck," Mom added.

I swallowed several times to fight more tears. I began to understand just how deep the love my parents felt for each other must be.

“My sister sent me a couple of letters,” Daddy said. “I only opened the first one. She wrote something to the extent how much I had hurt our parents, that I should repent, and that I should get back on the path of righteousness, that God and my parents would all forgive me, that they understood that a porn star held a lot of appeal for a young man, but that our relationship would never work out and that I would soon be sorry if I lived in such a sinful environment ...” he said, taking a deep breath, “and more shit like that.”

Daddy wiped his eyes.

"Some years later, I think it was about four years ago, my brother visited us once, remember? He and his wife and their son came by on their way back from a vacation trip."

"Yeah, I remember,” I replied. “Their kid is about two years older than I am. He wanted me to kiss him all the time, hold his cock, and rub it on me. I really didn't know why he wanted to," I said quietly.

My parents looked thoughtfully at each other.

"Well, my brother had a message from my father. He wanted to know if your mother and I were still together. He would forgive me for what I had done to them,” Daddy disgustedly snorted, “and make me a vice-president of his company along with my brother. If we were married and if I would divorce Andrea, he would even put up the money for the divorce settlement. I told my brother flat out 'NO WAY'."

Daddy was rubbing Mom's shoulder. "The second day he was here, that asshole of a brother snuck into our bedroom in the afternoon while your mother was alone and wanted to have sex with her. He told her that he would give her whatever amount she made for a day of filming, if she would do the same kinds of things with him that she had done for the men she had been paid to have sex with. He even pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills."

"You've got to be joking," I said incredulously.

"Unfortunately not, sweetie," my mom answered me ruefully. "That's exactly what happened. I felt like a piece of shit the rest of the day. It took me a while to get over that incident. Your father asked his brother to pack his family and leave. Otherwise, he threatened to tell his brother’s unsuspecting wife everything.”

“Your uncle replied,” Daddy said, “that he would tell his wife that your mom had offered herself to him for a price, and that she wouldn’t believe a known whore anyway. I then explained the consequences of doing such a thing. After a quick demonstration of what I meant, he straightened himself out and quickly packed up his family. Your uncle left in a huff and a puff."

“My Gawd,” I whined. “Did you kick his ass?”

"I really had to control myself. I didn't punch his lights out, but I wanted to. I didn’t want that to happen with you and Jamie around though. When they got ready to leave I told him to never come back or I would hurt him badly." Daddy still seemed mad enough to punch something.

“But what was the quick demonstration?” I anxiously asked.

“How easy it would be for me to escort him through a door, even an unopened one.”

“Wow, Daddy! Did you really make him your bitch?!” They looked at each other and then back at me. “You know, grab him and push him against the door like he was your little bitch.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Only enough to let him know I was serious.”

“Gawd,” I whispered more to myself. “I hate I let that little pervert cousin see and touch my pussy now.” Both of them chuckled at me.

Mom said, “I felt really awful that my jobs during my college years caused the deep rift between your father and his parents and his siblings. Perhaps you can understand now why I never wanted to reveal my past to you or anybody else. I had already seen what could happen if people found out that I had been a porn actress or a prostitute.”

Daddy added, “I don’t even know if my parents are both still alive and well. Unless my brother has told them, which I doubt, they don’t know where I live, that we got married, that we have two wonderful kids. Nothing. I don’t exist for them anymore, and they don’t exist for me either. And I know nothing about my sister either. I haven’t heard a word about my brother’s family since that visit.”

It was quiet in the room. Mom had turned off the TV sometime while Daddy told his story. Daddy sat there, his eyes were looking off into the distance, I could only guess what he was seeing.

“Melissa,” Daddy’s voice was thick with emotion, “no matter what you do, I will never ever under any circumstances throw you or Jamie out, no matter how badly you fuck up. And that’s a promise!”

Daddy paused for a second and I saw some tears running down his cheeks. Mom wiped them gently away. “It hurt so much that my parents didn’t even want to listen to me or learn what a wonderful person your mother is.”

Mom waved me over and I got into Daddy’s lap. I hugged both him and Mom.

“Hasn’t Jamie ever asked why we don’t see your parents?” I asked softly.

He took a deep breath. “No, baby girl. He hasn’t been as curious as you’ve been.”

“Mom, Daddy, I think you ought to tell him. He has a right to know, too.”

Mom took a deep breath and sighed. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me, Mel. I’m still not over the shock of you knowing so much yet.”

“She has a point though, Andrea,” Daddy said. We’ve trusted Jamie with a lot of other secrets.” He turned towards me. “We’ll think about it. You’ll know when we do talk to him. It might be a good idea that you’ll be there, too,” Daddy had a crooked grin on his face, “so that Jamie can see that you were first to know this time. What do you think Andrea?”

Mom answered in a very small voice, her face easily showed how terrified she still was about another person knowing about her past. “I wish we wouldn’t, Greg. Melissa knowing is still hard enough for me.”

Daddy answered softly, “When I see how well you two are getting along now, I’m more than happy that Melissa knows. It has been the break-through for the two of you. And if it took her knowing about your college days, then so be it.”

Mom still looked like she was far from being comfortable about Jamie knowing.

“I understand your feelings and concerns, honey,” Daddy continued. “But also look at it this way - a lot of things are so much easier now that we’re including our daughter in more things. I feel a lot better that I don’t have to keep secrets from Melissa anymore, and that we can talk much more openly now. Wasn’t it nice to be able to talk to Melissa about asking Pam and Peter over for Wednesday night?”

“I’m glad about that,” she responded. “I just need more time to think about all of this when it comes to Jamie, though.”

“I understand, but we shouldn’t put a new barrier up between you and our son. We are all family. We should be able to trust and watch out for each other and stick together, no matter what.”

Mom sighed.

“Well let’s leave it at that for now. We’ll talk about it some more another time.” Daddy looked up and squared his shoulders. “I’m thirsty. Any other takers for some ice tea?”

Mom stood up. “I’ll get it. How about you, Mel?”

“I’d like some, too, please.”

******

“Speaking about Wednesday night,” Daddy began, “I haven’t heard about Peter’s birthday on Tuesday night yet, young lady. No secrets, no bullshit goes both ways. And Kent told me that you had asked all of them not to say anything to us or anybody else.”

I grinned. “I hadn’t had a chance to tell you yet, Daddy.” I stood up. “I need to get something, be right back.”

I bounded up the stairs. I picked up the DVD of his birthday that Peter had hidden in my room. I then had a devious idea. I got the panties I had worn Tuesday night. I sniffed them. They still smelled pretty strong. I scrunched them together in my fist so that they were mostly hidden. I hurried back downstairs.

I grinned devilishly at my parents. I handed the DVD to Daddy and asked him to pop it in the player for us to watch.

“What is this?” he asked.

“I asked the Rayners to keep it a secret because I wanted to show you the video they made of the dinner and afterwards and watch it together with you and Mom. I wanted to share it with you because of no more secrets and no more bullshit. So I wanted to be the one telling you, not anybody else.”

“What do you have in your other hand?” Mom asked me.

I tossed my panties at Daddy. “Since you like to sniff my dirty panties, here are the ones I wore Tuesday night. I was so turned on, I really had them soaked. Like the way my pussy smells, Daddy?”

Both their faces turned beet-red. Mom looked like she wanted to really get angry with me. “Melissa ...”

“What?” I wasn’t going to take her scolding me.

Daddy laughed a little. “Come on, Andrea, accept it. We got busted. We had it coming. Keeping so much from your daughter is now back-firing.”

“She’s fifty percent your daughter! Don’t you blame me for everything,” Mom said, feigning her indignation.

Daddy put the crotch of my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. “You were really turned on, young lady, but it’s a good clean odor. I like it.”

He tossed them to Mom. She sniffed them and then said, “Makes me want to see the video. You told me already that it was one hell of a party.”

******

We watched together the dinner scenes and I commented on how good it was.

Daddy noticed it right away. “Looking at the time stamp, there is quite a gap. What happened, Mel?”

I told them of the long conversation about how they got their kids to have sex with them. And how Kent had not wanted it recorded.

“I can understand that,” Daddy chuckled, “I wouldn’t have wanted that recorded either.”

We laughed at some of the silliness, and watched in awe some of the sex scenes. Penny had done a good job capturing things, and Maggie’s editing kept things moving at a great pace. It was very hot to watch, even with me already knowing the plot!

I glanced over at Daddy. He blushed and quickly pulled his hands away, but I had caught him playing with his cock. It was standing straight and hard.

“Mom, you’ve got to do something for Daddy,” I exclaimed.

“Mel!”

“Don’t you ‘Mel’ me, Mom,” I stated, chuckling. “You let me watch you and Daddy in the basement office a few months ago! Or do you want me to do it for you? Like Monday night?”

Mom sighed and gave me a wry smile. She leaned down and took his cock in her mouth, causing Daddy to close his eyes and lay his head back. The video had finished and I saw Mom really getting into giving Daddy one of her world class blowjobs. She could take all of his cock without a problem, deep throating him. His deep groans told everything.

I grabbed my panties off the couch and put them over Daddy’s face, the crotch covering his nostrils.

I whispered in his ear, “Smell my little pussy, Daddy.”

He groaned and his hips started to jerk. He was coming so soon. I saw Mom’s throat working to swallow his load. And she got it all. Daddy’s cock softened some and Mom let it slip out of her mouth.

“No wonder you came so fast,” she huffed smilingly at Daddy as she lifted my panties off his face. She looked at me and shook her head. I just smiled and shrugged, and swiftly grabbed my panties from her. I quickly kissed both of them and sprinted towards the stairs.

I stopped long enough to turn back and smile. “Have a good night, Mom and Daddy.”

******

I was already lying in bed when Mom came into my room. She sat down on my bed and gently caressed my head.

“How is your tummy, sweetie? Still cramping? Would you like the heating pad?”

I shook my head. “It’s feeling better. It’s just when I start that it’s kinda bad. The cramping kinda comes and goes and hasn’t been quite as bad this time. I bet it’s because of being on the pill.”

Mom just sat there without saying anything and continued to gently rub over my hair.

“Are you mad at me, Mom?”

She looked surprised. “Why should I be mad at you? Because you put your dirty panties over your daddy’s nose?”

I nodded.

She shook her head. “No, I’m not mad. I just realized again that you’re suddenly growing up fast.”

“And you don’t like it?”

“It’s not that easy, Mel. I’m pleased to see you growing up. And I think you’re becoming a beautiful young lady. On the other hand it means that your father and I are that much closer to losing you. And that’s what’s making me a little sentimental.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Mom. We’ve just started really being friends, and I’m hoping we’ll stay that way.”

“I hope so too, baby girl. I really like being able to talk to you about things. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about your life, including things I might be able to help you with. But still, you will go to college, find a husband and have your own family. And your family will have priority, especially when you have kids of your own.”

“I could have a wife, you know,” I reminded her.

“That would certainly be interesting,” she mused. “But it doesn’t change what I said about losing you.” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Don’t deny it. I know that’s the way it will be, and I know that’s the way it has to be.”

“But you’re still close to Grandma and Grandpa.”

“True, sweetie, but my mother can’t just go to my old room and kiss me good night. I can still go to my daughter’s room and do that.”

“Did Grandma do that a lot when you were my age?”

Mom smiled. “Every night she tucked me in and made sure that I was comfortable. I was an only child, and I think mothers are more concerned when they have only one kid to take care of.”

“I think I want to have more than just one kid.”

“Oh? Even knowing how much you and Jamie fought with each other?”

“Yeah,” I grinned, “but he is fun now. Even when he wasn’t, I still liked having him around. I could blame almost anything on him and you and Daddy bought it. Sometimes we could get away with being bad together though. Those were the really fun times.” I grinned at her.

Mom shook her head. “Baby girl, you’re about as devious as they come.”

“Like you were at my age?”

“Perhaps. My mom didn’t really know how to stop me, though. Unlike the two of us, my mom and I have very different personalities. In some ways, I think it intimidated her. She wanted to be close to me, and was afraid being too strict would hurt that.”

“Did Grandpa stop you?”

“He was the one who disciplined me.”

“It’s sad that Jamie and I never see our other grandparents,” I said, wistfully.

“Well, as you can imagine now, they are quite different from my parents. They have very rigid standards. I guess they love their kids, but only if they live up to their standards. My parents didn’t want me to get in trouble with the law, but otherwise they allowed me to do pretty much what I liked.”

“But you told me they made you go to church a lot until you went to high school.”

“That they did, but it wasn’t one of those fundamentalist churches. They talked more about God’s love for people. They didn’t talk so much about Hell, and what all you weren’t supposed to do. We were supposed to find our own way of believing because they thought that would make our faith stronger than just following strict rules that prevented us from having any fun. My church back home was more like Bradley’s church.”

“Like what kind of rules?”

“Rules like your father had to live with. No card games, no alcohol, no smoking, no swearing or cussing, no sex until you were married. And get this - girls could only wear skirts and dresses.”

“No way!” Mom nodded though. “No shorts or even jeans?”

“Nope. He could only read certain books, usually with some religious context, no sex education in school, and so on. Even some literature from Shakespeare was considered foul and should not be read or studied in school.”

“Wow, Daddy grew up like that?”

Mom grinned wryly. “It’s a wonder he didn’t come from that kind of a home totally screwed up, isn’t it?”

“For sure!”

“College was a very liberating experience for him.”

“And I guess having you as his girlfriend helped, too.”

“He was ready to be liberated, sweetie. I’m not sure that I wouldn’t have run away from home if I’d been suffocated like your father was while growing up.”

“I guess being rich helped.”

“Maybe. But money can’t make you happy. Don’t get me wrong, money is nice to have. But I think your father’s happiest times have been after he was disowned, and had to make his own way in life.”

“It’s like you and Daddy come from two different extremes. Daddy was suffocated, and you got to do pretty much what you wanted.”

“They say opposites attract.”

“I’m glad Grandpa isn’t a snobby bastard,” I blurted out.

I thought Mom was about to scold me, but she finally snorted slightly and smiled.

“And Grandma is the bestest ever.”

“I know they both adore you ... and Jamie. They’ve really missed seeing you this summer.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I just had my mind on so many other things.”

“They understand you’re a teen girl. They also know about Peter. Grandpa is jealous you have another fella in your life.”

“He is so crazy at times. He always seems so happy about everything. I really can’t remember ever seeing him actually mad about something. Whenever he would take me and Jamie downtown, people all seemed to be glad to see him. He’s just so friendly and easygoing around everyone.”

“Dad is pretty outgoing. He certainly isn’t shy.”

“He’s a big flirt, too,” I said, giggling a little.

“He does love to do that,” Mom noted.

“Does Grandma ever get mad about it?”

“Not that I’ve ever seen. She knows how he is though. She’s even joked about it around me. She trusts him not to get too carried away though. She dotes over him all the time, especially at home. He’s the center of her world.”

“Grandma is really friendly with everyone, especially with guests and all, but she seems like ... more reserved about it.”

“She certainly doesn’t flirt,” Mom stated. “But she likes to have a good time as much as anyone else. She loves dancing and going to neighborhood parties and such, as well as getting a little drunk at times.”

“Too cool. Maybe me and Grandma could hang out and get wasted sometime,” I said, grinning.

“Don’t you go corrupting my mother,” she said with a grin and tickled me ferociously. She had me screaming.

******

The door opened and Daddy walked in. “Somebody getting killed in here?”

“Daddy help, pleeease!” I yelled. Mom let up and I was panting for breath. “Save me from the bad mommy!” I playfully pleaded.

Daddy got on my bed, too. I was surrounded by my naked parents. It felt great to have both my parents cuddling with me though. It reminded me of this morning, when Mom and Doris had cuddled me while Bradley had gotten me ready for my first period fucking.

“Daddy, I did something new this morning with Bradley.” I looked at him expectantly.

“I’m afraid to ask what that was, baby girl,” he answered. Mom snorted.

“Bradley fucked me after I had started my period. Do you have sex with Mom when she’s on hers?”

“Melissa,” he almost scolded me, “that’s very personal, don’t you think?”

“Lots of things we have done lately are very personal, Daddy. Like watching the video earlier of me getting fucked by Kent and Peter,” I countered.

I looked at Mom. She stared at the ceiling and seemed happy to stay out of this conversation.

“Well, if you must know, we have done it from time to time.”

“I bet they didn’t teach either of you period sex in school,” I playfully teased them.

“Mel, your father didn’t get any sex-ed in school at all. But I did, even though it was sorely lacking in teaching me anything about actually having sex.”

“Your mother taught me pretty well,” Daddy told me, “and I was a more than willing student with her.” Daddy was smiling slyly across me at Mom.

Mom playfully slapped his chest.

“Too bad we didn’t get any hands on training like that in sex-ed. We didn’t even get a live demonstration,” I jokingly complained.

“And who would you have wanted to be the demonstrators?” Mom teasingly asked me.

“Perhaps the PTSO could have provided parent volunteers like they do for everything else.”

Mom and Daddy laughed. “Yeah, like that would ever happen.”

“Oh, I see. You’d rather we rot our minds on our own, huh?”

Mom replied, “You’d prefer watching ... oh let’s say ... Becky’s parents demonstrate things?”

“Only if you’re promoting abstinence,” I groaned.

“Don’t be mean,” Mom playfully chastised.

“A demo video, then?” I suggested.

“That would make the national news, too, I suspect,” Daddy chuckled.

Mom turned serious. “I think the discussion the two of us had about sex and boys when you had your first period, was at least a good ’primer’, don’t you agree?”

She had done a really good job and had been very open about everything. Our mother-daughter talk hadn’t been awkward at all either.

“You did a good job, Mom,” I said sincerely. “I didn’t feel embarrassed when we talked. And you covered a lot. Thanks, Mom!” I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She rubbed my tummy in appreciation.

“So it was a good starter. But,” I grinned, “it wasn’t as good as any official parental demonstrations ... for educational purposes, of course.” I looked at Mom. She suddenly had that adventurous look on her face again.

I glanced over at Daddy who was watching us closely.

“So you want an educational demonstration?” Mom asked huskily.

“Sure, unless you’re gonna be slack parents,” I jokingly replied.

“I never got any special educational demonstration by my parents, and your father certainly didn’t. What makes you think you’re so special?”

I playfully pouted. “I’m special because I’m your daughter.”

Mom and Daddy looked at each other and chuckled.

“You’re such a neglected little girl,” she playfully frowned. “Greg, I guess we better teach her some things before she completely embarrasses herself.”

Daddy shook his head, but he couldn’t keep from grinning.

“So what would you like to learn about first, oral or vaginal intercourse?” Mom asked me.

Daddy looked at me. My eyebrows rose as I smiled back at him. We both knew what was happening. Mom was her sexual daring self again, compliments of me. The atmosphere between all of us was becoming so erotically charged. Daddy was ready to play along. I just hoped Mom wouldn’t put the brakes on things for once.

Looking back at Mom, I knew exactly what I wanted to see. I wanted to see Daddy lick Mom’s pussy.

“Hmm, decisions, decisions,” I said, feigning uncertainty.

“Well?” Mom impatiently asked. She was definitely ready to do some demonstrating!

“I think I’d like an oral lesson first. I think I need to know the proper way to lick a vagina. I don’t want to embarrass myself with Jennifer. I hear lesbians know all about that kind of thing.”

“You don’t say,” Mom friskily replied.

“And then there is Pam. She already thinks she knows everything,” I dramatically stated. “I might be able to teach her something for once.”

“I’m sure Pam would appreciate that,” Daddy playfully added, getting into the spirit of things.

“And I know Sarah has already had the same demonstration,” I impishly added, nodding at both of them.

Mom and Daddy blushed a little at my mentioning Sarah. He shook his head and chuckled. “Like I said earlier, Andrea - your daughter.”

Mom stuck her tongue out at him.

“So, what do you say, Greg. Think you can show your daughter a thing or two about how to lick a pussy?”

“Sarah tells me she is already pretty good at it,” Daddy said, glancing at me. It was my turn to blush.

Mom stretched out and opened her legs. “Cut the talk, buster, and get to work demonstrating.”

He moved between her legs and pushed her knees up and further apart. “I always aim to please, ma’am.”

“Less talk and more tongue, Mr. Livingston.”

I knelt next to Mom’s hips and watched intently as Daddy start kissing Mom’s legs, first at one knee. He slowly trailed light kisses up her thigh until he reached her pussy, planting a soft kiss in the middle of it. Her inner lips were stuck together and I couldn’t really see her opening. But Daddy moved quickly down to her other knee and kissed slowly up Mom’s other thigh again, sometimes lightly licking the tender skin on the inside of her leg.

Mom had her eyes closed, lost in the delicious feelings of her husband making love to her. I knew she was seriously turned on after having watched the video, giving Daddy a blow-job, and now doing this in front of me. She had one arm thrown over her eyes and was moaning a little.

I would have been soaking wet if I didn’t have to have that stupid tampon in me to keep me from making a mess of my bed.

Daddy’s cock was seriously hard. I was so tempted to go down on it.

“Next, baby girl,” Daddy said huskily. “You kiss and lick all around her pussy, but avoid her clit. You may want to suck on those inner lips some, perhaps even tease them very gently with your teeth, but it’s not time yet to stick your tongue or finger into her opening. Watch!”

He kissed her outer lips, and then just above her clit. He teased the pink flesh of her inner lips with his tongue, licking and sucking them and pulling them out. Mom’s inner lips were peeking out a little and Daddy used his tongue to spread them, swiping through her slit from bottom to top. I could see her opening glistening with her juices. Even though he hadn’t even touched Mom’s clit yet, her tummy was starting to flex and her breathing quickened.

“Now,” Daddy whispered, “if she is wet enough, put one finger into her vagina and start wiggling it a little. Feel for those ridges on the top of her vagina and rub them softly. You may want to add a second finger after playing a little. Then lick between her lips, stopping at her clit, but don’t stay on her clit just yet. Get her more excited, but don’t push her over the edge for now.”

My right hand was between my legs cupping my pussy, while my other covered a boob squeezing it as I watched Daddy’s finger slide into Mom’s cunt. He moved it in her a little before he added a second finger. After fucking her with his fingers for a few seconds, he pushed them deep into her hole and started to kiss her clit. He stayed a little longer on it this time, but then moved away from it again.

I was ready to take my turn licking the moisture from her pussy. It was so wet from Daddy’s saliva and her cunt juices. I could smell the sexy scent of her slit as I moved closer to get a better view of what Daddy was doing.

She groaned as her hips undulated in a steady rhythm. I knew it wouldn’t take much more to make her cum.

Daddy suddenly stopped. He pulled his fingers back and showed them to me. “Want to taste your mom?”

My eyes went wide. I hadn’t expected Daddy to be so daring. I couldn’t say anything. I just opened my lips and moved forward. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and I could taste the slightly salty taste of my mom’s pussy juices. The look on his face indicated he was getting off on watching me do something that wicked for him.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked huskily. “I like tasting my wonderful wife,” he whispered. All I could do was nod while still sucking on his fingers. As he pulled his hand away, I wrapped my hand around his two fingers, stopping him, and seductively sucked each one individually. I could feel him trembling as he watched intently. His baby girl was turning him on. It was turning me on even more.

I let his fingers slip from my mouth, slightly puckering my lips, and moved his fingertips gently over my lips. He was lost in my lustful gaze. I then licked my lips sensuously. I believe he would have done anything for me at that moment.

Seconds later he found his voice again.

“I’m now going to stick my tongue into your mom’s pussy. I want to taste some of her juices, too. Remember being pulled out of there when you were born, baby girl?” Daddy chuckled as he looked at me, knowing he had freaked me a little.

I was speechless. I shook my head and blushed furiously at the thought of how perverse all of this was. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Mom’s juicy pussy.

Daddy got me out of my trance by saying, “You can let go of my fingers now.”

“Opps, sorry!” I bashfully giggled. I let his fingers slip out of my hand and swallowed hard.

He took his time with her, touching her with his tongue softly, knowing exactly what she liked. He gently licked in and around her opening, eagerly tasting her. Mom’s hands were balled into fists. I knew what she was feeling.

“Now I’m going to lick your mother’s butthole a little before I make her cum.”

I watched as he pushed her legs further up. I grabbed her ankles and moved her legs back against her chest. Daddy gave me a short appreciative glance and pushed his hands underneath her butt to lift it a little higher. I got a good view of her tightly puckered butthole and watched it twitching.

Daddy licked all around it, really laving it with his tongue, and then stabbed against the tight muscle with it. His tongue slipped in a little ways. Once inside further, he began tongue-fucking Mom’s rectum.

My breathing was getting shallow. I was so turned on watching Daddy giving my mom’s butthole such a work-out. She was moaning and undulating her hips the best she could, forcing Daddy to work at keeping his tongue inside her. He didn’t mind though.

Finally he stopped and looked at me again. “Now I’m going to seriously lick and suck on her clit to make her cum,” he stated with a deep voice. “I think you’ve already learned about that. So play with your mom’s tits. She told me she likes it when you do that.”

I couldn’t believe he said that! I couldn’t believe Mom told him either! She really liked it when I played with her tits? I really hadn’t done much of that.

I nodded at Daddy and let go of Mom’s legs, changing position. I bent forward and cupped one of Mom’s breasts, squeezing it gently together with both hands and making the hard nipple stand out even more. I took it between my lips and sucked on it, pinched it with my lips a little, and then circled it with my tongue. My eyes, though, were glued to Daddy’s face between Mom’s legs. I could tell that he had her clit between his lips, sucking hard on it, and I suspected that he was twirling his tongue around it as well.

Mom was really moaning now. Her hands were suddenly on my head, holding it firmly to her breast. She was groaning out, “Don’t stop, baby girl. Suck it harder. Please, suck it harder.”

And I did just that. Moments later, she loudly screamed out, “Oh Gawd you two are sucking me so damn good! Suck my tit! Suck my clit! Ahhhh, yesss! I’m cumming!”

Her whole body shook. Her hips were bucking wildly, making it difficult for Daddy to keep his mouth squarely on her pussy. We both stayed attached to her though, riding her through the most incredible orgasm I had ever witnessed from her, including those I had seen in videos.

Finally she pushed mine and Daddy’s head away and yelled, “Stop, please, too much ...”

She cupped her boob and her pussy as she finished riding out her powerful orgasm. Before long, though, her whole body went slack. She was panting hard and seemed to be in her own world.

Daddy lifted up and grinned at me. His face was covered with her juices. “I guess, we didn’t do too badly, baby girl.”

“That was totally awesome,” I said, still a bit overwhelmed by how intensely she had cum.

“That was one of her best ever,” he happily informed me.

I was in awe as much about Mom’s powerful orgasm as I was about them doing this with and in front of me. I couldn’t believe Daddy was being so uninhibited!

“Thanks. This was terrific, Daddy.”

I moved towards Mom’s face and kissed her fully on her lips. “Thanks, Mom, for the demonstration.”

“I need a second, sweetie,” she answered still out of breath.

Then I had a wicked idea. I moved back to Daddy who sat on his haunches looking admiringly at Mom’s wide open pussy. Before he realized what I was up to, I had slung my arms around his neck and kissed his face, lapping up Mom’s juices on it.

He tried to move back, but I wasn’t having any of that and held on tight. He finally gave in and let me kiss his lips, but when I tried to stick my tongue into his mouth he turned away. “Don’t, baby girl,” he whispered quietly.

So he had limits, too. He had let me suck his cock Monday night, but real intimate kissing was apparently not permitted. I sighed but knew I had to accept that. Otherwise I would ruin the evening.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I whispered back.

He rubbed my back, appreciating that I hadn’t pushed the issue. “Thanks for understanding,” he whispered.

I did finish licking his face, though. After I was satisfied, I looked at him adoringly. He held my face and kissed my lips tenderly.

“Please, will you get us something to drink, sweetie,” he asked me softly with a nice smile.

******

I hurried downstairs and came back with the pitcher of ice tea and some glasses. Daddy had stretched out next to Mom and they were holding each other, cuddling and kissing. I stayed at the door for a minute just watching them.

They were so intimate with each other. I also saw a difference between the kissing Mom had done with Mr. Meyer, and the way she was kissing now with Daddy. It seemed so much sweeter and tenderer.

It made me feel good to see my parents so much in love with each other even though they had sex with so many other people.

Mom finally noticed me.

“Come on in, sweetie, and join us,” she said softly.

I poured three glasses and handed them each one. We drank quietly. I noticed that Daddy’s cock was still rock hard. Mom saw what I was looking at.

“I think that’s enough instruction for one night. Let’s go to our bedroom, Greg. Melissa needs her rest. She had a busy night last night.”

I knew Mom wanted to stop things between us from going further, wanting to keep things under control. But I wasn’t going to let her this time.

“Mom,” I whined, “I need to know how to do oral with a guy so that I won’t do it wrong and embarrass the whole family, making our family the laughingstock of the whole city.”

We locked eyes. She knew I was daring her. We fought a battle of wills with our eyes while Daddy watched us closely. We were all still so turned on, I knew that Daddy licking Mom to one orgasm wouldn’t be nearly enough for her. Daddy’s cock was sticking straight out, and I sensed he was having a hard time keeping himself from stroking it in front of me. The hard shaft was throbbing back and forth as I gazed at it. He needed to cum badly.

“Please, Mom? Especially since Peter has had world-class blowjobs by an expert.” I grinned at her.

She looked at Daddy. I was still amazed at how they read each other without a word being said. Daddy shrugged slightly, and Mom shook her head, but not to say ‘no’. It was rather like ‘what am I going to do about this daughter of ours’. I grinned because I knew I had won this battle of wills. But I didn’t gloat too much, afraid I might spoil things.

Mom sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a few seconds.

“I guess,” she gave Daddy another lingering kiss, “part two of the demonstration will have to be sucking a cock. Ready to be the test subject this time, dear husband of mine?”

He looked down towards his cock. “Little Greg says, the flesh is willing if the lady is up to the task.”

Mom slapped his chest and laughed. “As if that pecker of yours has ever not been willing when a young girl is around!” She slapped it slightly with her hand and made it flop around.

“Alright then, no rest for the weary!” But she didn’t look weary at all, rather she seemed to look forward to demonstrating her cock sucking talents for me.

Mom got up and knelt next to Daddy’s hips, grabbed his cock and fondled it lovingly. I watched it jerk in her hands.

She smiled as she watched me staring intently at it.

“Are you getting hypnotized?” she asked me, suppressing a chuckle.

I looked at her, lost for words. Maybe it was hypnotizing me!

“It’s the most handsome one I’ve ever seen,” she stated. “It looks even more impressive when shaved, doesn’t it?”

I took a deep breath, because I had forgotten to breathe. I so wanted to get my mouth on it to find out what a smooth hairless cock would feel like in it.

“Does he shave it often?”

“From time to time.”

“Did he shave it for Pam last night?”

Mom looked at me even closer. She saw my jealousy.

“He shaved it this afternoon when he got home. He shaved it for me. He always does it for me, and me alone.”

“I like that,” I happily stated.

We both went back to admiring his sexy dick.

“Your father is pretty close to cumming already,” she whispered, “so I won’t be able to show you a lot, baby girl. Two things before we get started though, use your hands as little as possible. You can stroke him some, but keep the tip of his cock in your mouth when you do. It’s a blowjob, not a hand job.

“And second, when you have his cock in your mouth, try to look him in his eyes. It’s a real turn on for guys when they can look in your eyes as their cock is sliding in and out of your mouth.”

I nodded and watched as Mom gave the top of Daddy’s cock a few licks.

“The head is the most sensitive, especially the ridge around it. A neat thing to do is to put your lips around it right at the ridge, and twist your head a little to the left and to the right while moving up and down just a little, letting just your lips work on the ridge. Suck hard at the same time.”

I watched in awe as Mom demonstrated her technique. She looked straight at Daddy, pushed her lips forward, and sucked hard with her lips just like she had described. It must have really felt good because Daddy groaned and his hips jerked.

She lifted up and held his cock. “Here, sweetie. You do it.”

My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide. I was absolutely blown away. Just a minute ago she was ready to take Daddy to their room, and now she wanted me to suck his cock.

“Come on, sweetie. Do it. You’ve had your daddy’s cock in your mouth before.”

Mom shifted positions and I got between Daddy’s legs. I locked eyes with him as I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth. I made pouty lips and wrapped them around the tip of my daddy’s cock. I pressed my lips firmly against the ridge of his cockhead and sucked hard on it, slowly twisting my head to the left and to the right.

Without the hair his cock felt so different from the others I had sucked. The skin was so smooth and so soft. I liked it. Perhaps I could get Peter to shave his cock and balls sometime.

Daddy started to breathe harder. “Yes, that’s it, baby girl. That’s almost as good as your mother... damn your mouth feels good on my cock.”

“Don’t make him cum yet, Mel. Lift your mouth off your father’s cock,” Mom urgently said. I immediately followed orders.

“Now, sweetie, stick your tongue out and probe his piss slit with it. You can gently stroke his shaft while you do that.”

I extended my tongue, licking along the end of his cockhead.

“Use the tip of your tongue, baby girl.”

I looked at the small opening, and extended my tongue.

“Don’t look for it. Feel for it with your tongue,” Mom suggested.

I did as she said, touching the opening with the tip of my tongue. I gently licked along it.

“Look him in the eyes, sweetie,” she reminded me.

She watched for a few moments as I tried to get my tongue a little ways into it.

“Oh, you dirty filthy whore of a daughter, sucking your daddy’s cock, even getting into his piss slit. You cock sucking little tramp. You’re stroking him, trying to make him cum, too. You want your daddy’s cum, don’t you, you little bitch. I caught you just in time, blowing your daddy!”

I knew how Mom could get into talking dirty. I had heard her with Mike.

Suddenly her mouth was next to my ear. “Lift his cock up and lick a little on the underside of it, lick the whole length but concentrate more on the spot just below the head.”

I nodded and did exactly as she had told me. I already knew about the sweet spot that guys had on the underside.

“Now take him deep in your mouth. Suck his cock like I know you can,” she ordered me with a deep demanding voice I had never heard from her before.

And I did just as she asked. I slid my mouth as far down as I could go without gagging. I then worked at taking him further, a little at a time, controlling my gag reflex, taking him into my throat. Mom caressed my back up to the back of my head. She was softly urging me to take all of him. When I finally did, her hand gently touched my throat, softly rubbing.

“Good girl,” she soothingly told me. “You’ve got all of your father’s cock, baby girl.”

Mom’s words made me feel such perverted pride. I continued to take him completely, only lifting off enough to breathe when I needed some air. My drool seeped along the bottom of his shaft and onto his balls.

“You dirty old man, letting your daughter suck your cock! She’s slobbering all over it! You want to shoot off in her mouth, too, I bet!” Mom deeply growled at Daddy. I was shivering from the excitement I was feeling. My pussy was on fire!

Daddy was not to be outdone. “Yeah, I do. She should be sucking my dick and swallowing my cum instead of everyone else’s. She’s my little cock sucker. My little slut! She’s so fucking good at it, too!” Daddy growled back at Mom as I pretended I was swallowing, causing my throat to massage the end of his shaft. He groaned some more and lifted up on his elbows to better watch me working on his cock.

“Yeah, swallow my cock, you perverted, darling baby girl! Oh God, that feels so good!” he loudly roared.

Mom’s mouth was next to my ear again. “You’re doing great, honey. Now before you finish him off, lick his balls some, and then your daddy’s butthole.”

I pulled away from his dick, moved my mouth down to his balls, and licked his hairless sack, all the while stroking his slick shaft lightly. After licking all around the sack, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It made me so proud to hear Daddy groaning like he did.

Images of Sarah doing the same to him floated through my mind. I continued though, sucking on his other ball as Mom whispered, “Massage his butthole with your finger, Mel.”

My finger rubbed all around his butthole, and I could feel the tight muscle soften a little. I knew what to do. I moved a little lower and let my tongue circle the tightly puckered brown skin. The perversity of licking my own daddy’s asshole made it that much more exciting.

Daddy’s muscle loosened up some, and my finger was thin enough to slip into his rectum a little. Daddy groaned and his hips lifted up a little. “Jesus, baby girl!” he moaned.

I pulled my finger back and started to lick his butt hole trying to get my tongue into it. Mom stopped me.

“Careful, girl, stop, he’s about to cum. Take your daddy’s cock in your mouth again and stick your finger back in his ass. When you’re in, push upwards and wiggle the tip a little inside.”

His cock was dripping pre-cum. I licked around the tip trying to get it all, enjoying its salty taste. I formed a tight ‘O’ with my lips and slowly dragged them over the tip of his dick. I put my finger inside his butthole again and did as Mom had suggested.

Daddy got the full treatment as I was sucking hard moving my lips rapidly over the tip, stroking his shaft, and wiggling my finger inside his butt.

“Oohh my Gawd,” Daddy yelled. His whole body was jerking. “I’m cumming, baby girl, fuck, right in my daughter’s mouth, ooohh fuck, here it cums ... swallow your daddy’s cum!”

I had barely noticed Mom stretching out next to her husband. She smothered him with kisses as he shot his load into my mouth. I took squirt after squirt and fought hard to not swallow it. I wanted to savor the taste of my daddy’s cum.

Suddenly a devious thought came into my mind. After Daddy had finished cumming, I lay down next to Mom. I pulled her face so that her lips were next to mine. I moved up so I was over her face, pressed my lips to hers, and slowly forced her mouth open a little with my tongue. Her eyes went wide when she realized what I was doing, but she didn’t fight me. I held her face and let Daddy’s cum slide into her mouth.

Daddy watched us and quickly figured out what I was doing. “That’s it, sweetie. Share it with your mother.” He was enjoying watching us.

Finally I lifted my mouth from hers. There were little strands of cum still clinging between our lips. Mom used a finger to wipe it from my lips, and putting it at her lips to lick it away. When she had wiped it all from my lips, she sensuously licked and then sucked the last of it off her finger.

With a big grin I looked at Mom who just shook her head. “You’ve still got cum on your teeth,” she giggled.

I giggled back and then slowly wiped my tongue across my teeth, trying to be as sensuous as she had been with the remains on her finger.

“Sometimes I don’t know about you, Mel.” Mom shook her head. We then both glanced at Daddy, who had been content just watching the show we were putting on.

“Don’t mind me, ladies. I’m just here for the scenery.”

We both broke into big grins. Mom looked back at me. “Oh, baby girl, you’re so full of surprises.” She grabbed me and pulled me into a big bear hug. “I didn’t know you enjoyed snowballing so much.”

“Is that what it’s really called?” I asked, giggling.

She nodded. “At least you learned one thing new tonight,” she teased. We then kissed some more, tenderly, just for ourselves.

“Mom, have you swapped Daddy’s cum with Sarah?” I asked.

“Yes,” was all she said.

“So cool!” I quietly exclaimed. I thought it better not to ask for details. I could ask Sarah and she would tell me.

Mom then blurted out, “Sarah can’t do that.”

“What?”

“Take your father all the way.”

I did a mental fist pump!

“That’s not ‘so cool’, too?” Mom asked, looking at me wide-eyed.

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to gloat.” That got me tickled.

******

We rested a little. I thought back to our earlier discussion about period sex. Mom had skillfully turned the discussion about it into a different direction.

“Daddy, does it gross you out fucking Mom during her period? Peter isn’t into it at all. Maggie even made us leave their bedroom when Kent and Penny wanted to fuck. She was on her period.”

“Well,” Daddy was clearly uncomfortable and hesitated before continuing, “I’m not grossed out by it, even though it can get quite messy. But it’s not something I have to do to get my kicks. Also it’s not too bad to get a little rest from time to time. That makes it much more exciting when we do start again after your mom is off her period.”

“What was it like the first time you did it? I mean, how did it happen?”

Daddy looked at Mom, who continued for him. “Sweetie, the first time happened when we were still in college. Your father had been on a field trip away from campus for a couple of days. We were so in love by then, and I had missed him something awful. Just the day before he was back on campus, my friggin’ period started. I told him about it the first night he was back and your father was just as disappointed.”

Daddy interrupted her. “But your mother decided she couldn’t wait. And she just started to make out with me like it was no big deal and got both of us so hot.”

Daddy grinned remembering the incident. “Then your mother told me a former lover didn’t have any problems with it, and how it made her actually feel better afterwards.”

“So, Daddy, you went for it?”

Mom grinned. “Your father didn’t have a chance, sweetie.”

He blushed a little. “Well, I was a little reluctant at first, but after your mother had gone to the bathroom and come back, she put my hand between her legs. There wasn’t a string anymore. And after some more heavy making out, I didn’t care. It wasn’t as messy as I had expected. We have done it occasionally since then.”

“That’s how I should get Peter started,” I surmised. “Maybe next time I’m on my period.”

“You have tomorrow night, sweetie,” Mom reminded me.

“Yeah, but I have something else in mind for tomorrow night. I want to offer him my butt.”

I saw Daddy’s cock twitching at the thought of Peter sticking his cock up my pooper.

“You want to watch us, Daddy?” I asked kinda teasingly.

He was too embarrassed to look at me as he quietly said, “I’m not sure I should do that, although it could be really hot to watch.” His cock was sticking straight up again.

“You’re not getting embarrassed because I’m your daughter, are you?”

“It’s still a little new for me, sweetie. The idea of watching their daughter taking it up her butt from her boyfriend isn’t something many father’s ever have to consider.”

“Mom, I think Daddy is ready for another educational demonstration.” I noticed Mom was rubbing her thighs together and her nipples were hard and pointy.

Mom seemed to have something else on her mind though.

“Scoot,” she whispered to me. I slid over and off of my bed. I stood there unsure what to do. Mom and Daddy rolled towards the middle and started to make out again. Their hands were all over the other’s body as their mouths were locked together.

Daddy gently pushed on Mom’s shoulder, getting her to lie on her back. His hand travelled down her tummy and her legs came open. He played a little with her pussy before he moved over her and between her wide open legs. Mom raised her knees, and with a soft sigh, she welcomed Daddy’s cock into her cunt.

She held Daddy by his shoulders and folded her legs around his hips as he started to slowly thrust into her. They were kissing the whole time. I felt a little like an intruder. They were making sweet and tender love to each other. I watched them in awe, wondering if I should leave the room, giving them some privacy.

Daddy’s movements quickened and he thrust harder into Mom who pushed her hips up to meet his strokes and take him deep. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled my room. All thoughts of leaving the room were forgotten. I stepped a little closer.

Daddy pushed himself up on his elbows and glanced at me. I saw his expression change to become one of pure lust. He was getting off on me watching!

I got on my bed again and moved next to my parents. I wanted in on their action and pushed my head between their chests. Realizing what I was attempting to do, Daddy lifted up a bit more so I could get to Mom’s breasts.

I wrapped my lips around a nipple and began to suck gently on it. Mom moaned. I flicked it with my tongue, getting it all wet before I blew on the hard puckered tip. It crinkled a little more as Mom grabbed my arm and squeezed it hard.

“Yesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

But I wanted more. I lifted up and pulled Daddy’s face to one of my nipples.

“Suck my titties, Daddy,” I said huskily.

He immediately started to suck on one and then moved back and forth between both of them. I groaned as he worked my nipples with his lips and tongue. He gently bit them as well, causing me to gasp at times.

I licked two of my fingers and reached down to my pussy. I rubbed around my clit, teasing it just a little. I was waiting until the right time before seriously working it over. I didn’t want to orgasm before Mom and Daddy did. I wanted to scream my orgasm with them.

Daddy’s mouth felt incredible going back and forth between my small breasts. “Oh, Gawd, that feels so good!” I growled to him.

He intensely growled back, “You don’t know how much I love your little tits.”

My whole body was trembling. His mouth and his words had me swooning. I never thought I would be glad to have small tits. In that moment I hoped they would stay small forever just for him.

“Suck them, Daddy. Use your baby girl’s titties like your friends would!”

Daddy groaned around my nipple. He let it slip out long enough to say, “Oh, God, Melissa. This is so wrong and so good. Your tits are so sexy!” He bit first one nipple and then the other lightly with his teeth and pulled hard on them. The pain was turning me on even more and had me groaning approvingly as he was hungrily chewing and sucking on my hard pointy nipples.

“Oh, Gawd, yes, Daddy. Suck on your dirty little girl’s titties.” I looked down at Mom who was watching us intensely, lust showing in her eyes.

Mom interrupted us as she was pushing hard against Daddy’s hips, “Greg, my lover, your cock feels bigger than ever inside me. You should do this with your daughter more often if it gets you this excited. I’m so close, honey!”

I whispered to Daddy, “You can have me anytime you want.”

I took one of my daddy’s hands and put it between my legs to get him to rub my pussy and my clit. It only took a few seconds before I came from his touch.

I wailed out but buried my mouth against Daddy’s shoulder to keep from being so loud. I was trembling so much that I threw my arms around him to keep from falling off the bed.

Mom’s screams somehow registered in my mind. After that, I pulled my mouth away from Daddy’s shoulder and completely let go until I had ridden out my orgasm.

As I caught my breath, the perverse beauty of the scene made me so bold. I whispered in his ear, “I wish your big cock was someplace else, deep in my pussy.”

My words sent Daddy over the top. He screamed suddenly, “Fuck, Andrea, Shitttttt! Take my cummm!” And he really pounded her hard, shooting his juice into my mom.

Mom was cumming again as well from the hard pounding she was getting. She had her eyes closed, her mouth was slack, and she kept repeating, “Yes, yes ...”

I lay my head beside Mom’s, looking up at Daddy, at his face and expressions, as if I was the one underneath him. I was hoping one day it would be me and realized I wasn’t going to be satisfied with just his mouth occasionally on me.

Daddy collapsed on Mom and rolled to the side, opposite of me. He turned her face to him and kissed her tenderly.

I watched them. And even though they were panting hard, they both looked blissfully relaxed after their orgasms.

Mine had certainly been very intense. Nothing had ever felt as good on my clit as Daddy’s fingers. I felt just as relaxed and satisfied as my parents were.

We just lay there for a long moment.

“What did you just whisper to your father, Mel?” Mom suddenly asked me, staring at me intently.

I boldly told her, “I whispered something very naughty to him.”

Mom curiously smiled at me with her very inquisitive motherly glare.

“Do I have to tell you all my secrets?” I asked her smiling coyly.

Mom’s glare softened a little. She sighed. I think she was beginning to appreciate more my ever growing ability to tease her. We all knew that Daddy would tell her a little later anyways. I knew she wouldn’t be mad at me though. Deep down she knew I would reach this point when I would want more than she wanted to let me have. Out of respect for her, I wouldn’t push Daddy. I knew I could have him if I wanted to. Mom knew it, too. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t push her to let me though. It would be a real battle of wills. I didn’t know if I would win, but I was determined to.

“You should really go over to see Colleen and Bob more often,” Mom said. “They would love to teach you like your father and I have taught Sarah.”

“Like what you two just taught me?”

“Exactly like that,” she replied. “It would help you with your feelings of jealousy over what we have done with Sarah.”

I grinned at her and Daddy. I wasn’t jealous of Sarah anymore. If anything, I should thank her for giving in a year ago and going along with seducing me. Colleen was just as much responsible as her daughter. Without Sarah and her mom, none of what just happened would have occurred. I wanted more. So much more.

They were still cuddling. Next week my period would be over and done with. And there were still two weeks to go before school would start again. Plenty of time to do some extracurricular studies with the Clarks ... and my parents.

(continued in chapter 46)