M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

It had been a rather long sort of sermon I had been giving him, but at least I had managed to make him quiet for the moment. Bending over Mother I opened her still-dripping slit and pushed the dildo home.

Father was simply horrified at what I did. Obviously he had never seen his wife's cunt, especially not with a huge fake penis being pushed in it by his own daughter. Despite his horror I also noticed a certain change had come over him. In the front of his trousers a familiar bulge appeared, and happy with my little success so far I decided to push him a little further forward.

“Why don't you come a little closer, Father?” I said. “Come a little closer and have a better view of what I'm doing. Come on, have a good look at my manipulations of your wife's cunt, and remember-she also happens to be my mother and I love what I'm doing to her. Look at the hairy lips contracting around the stem of this rubber prick. Do you see how they seem to suck it in? Her cunt can't get enough of the probing it is giving her. Did her cunt ever close around your prick that tight? Was she ever so interested in the way you fucked her? Don't you wish it was your prick, buried as deep in her cunt as this fake dick is? Or would you rather have her suck you, make you spunk in her lovely mouth? Why don't you open your fly, Father? Take those trousers off if you want to, and show us your dick. I would love to see it, and I'm sure you really would love to show it to your daughter. Come on, Father, you are only human like we are, and there is no going back for us now. We are too far gone already. Why don't you join us and learn the same pleasures we know? Look, Father, my cunt is also dripping. I also want to have some of the fun. And Jean, your youngest daughter, look at her as well. She is already frigging herself. She has already come twice, but she can't get enough of it. She wants it all day, and she doesn't want it alone any longer. Think what you could do to her-what she could do to you! Think, Father, about all those things, but don't think too long. You are wasting good time otherwise, time you could have used to enjoy yourself with us.”

I stopped talking at that moment, because Father, with a tortured cry, ripped his pants open and his rock-hard prick sprang out from his fly. Closing his hand around it he immediately pointed it at Mother's mouth. I only had to give his dong a quick glance to realize he had a real beauty of a prick. I had seen some pricks before, and to say my father's cock beat them all would have been exaggerating, but it still was a tremendous dong with its red, bulging head, some liquid already oozing out of it.

But I didn't have much time to have a real good look, because my mother proved she still loved her husband and the things he had to offer, despite all the things he had made her miss.

Without hesitation she closed her mouth around the huge gland and her mouth made the well-trained sucking motions. At least that was something she had acquired-a certain experience within her long relationship with the priest. After they had established this contact I left them to their own and went over to Jean, who also needed somebody to join her in her obvious excitement, and I can't say the whole thing had left me indifferent either.

I had left Mother the dildo and saw that she was happily pumping away with it, while she still sucked the huge cock, filling her mouth completely. Father was uttering hoarse cries of lust and passion, feeling the pleasure his wife's mouth, sucking his cock, could give him. His eyes were focused on the manipulations of his wife's hand as she pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt with a tremendous speed. Mother's eyes were shining in pleasure and delight, her face showing her happiness, although it was slightly misshapen, due to the throbbing prick in her mouth. Looking at them I felt happy with them. Finally Mother had her husband's cock in her mouth, doing all the things she had been dreaming about, and there was still a lot more to come. And my father was on his way to discovering the pleasures a hot love-life can give a person.

Jean was sitting close to the two and the poor girl was so overcome by excitement she couldn't even find the strength to toss herself off. I went down beside her and closing my hands around her tits I started to play with her nipples. I caressed them with my fingertips and when I had her shuddering in delight I closed my mouth over one of them and my teeth nibbled the hardened nipple.

From the corners of my eyes I could still watch our parents and so could Jean. It was a highly exciting spectacle even for me-the fact it was my parents doing this in front of their children added something of an extra lewdness to it, so it is easy to imagine what kind of effect the whole thing must have had on Jean. After all, it was the first time she ever watched another woman performing the act of fellatio and her eyes were almost bulging from her head in lust, because of what I was doing to her tits, and the spectacle our parents gave her.

Suddenly, much to my surprise, her body shook in the familiar convulsions of coming. I couldn't believe it at first, but she had really creamed, just by watching our parents while I sucked her tits. I looked down between her legs and I clearly saw her cunt lips open and close spasmodically, a stream of strong smelling cunt juice flowing from between them.

Her hand closed over her mound, her fingers dipping between the dilating hairy lips, wrenching the last drops from her fountains of spunk, strengthening her happy convulsions. When she had wrung the last drops of spunk from her slit she threw herself at me and asked me what she could do to please me.

Remembering how much Ginger had loved to be frigged with my hardened nipple and realizing how sensitive Jean's breasts were for sexual stimulation I explained to her what to do. I didn't have to give a very explicit description. She immediately understood what I meant and she brought her tit between my legs, pointing the hardened nipple at my slippery cunt. Without using her hand to guide her breast she rubbed it up and down my slit and the contact of her hardened nipple on my swollen and excited clit soon had the desired effect.

Lust was surging through my body, my breath was coming in gasps, panting I urged her to go on. The tickling of her hardened nipple on my clit was almost driving me out of my mind. When it touched my clit I wanted it to stop and when she moved along the length of my cunt I wanted it to come back and continue its torturous pleasure.

I still kept my eyes on my parents and part of Father's hard prick was sticking from Mother's mouth. She could hold a lot of cock, but not all of his terrible length. The veins were standing out on it, throbbing and bulging, announcing his approaching orgasm. Suddenly, with a hoarse cry, he pushed his dong all the way in her greedy mouth, making her almost choke on it. Pulling it back again he now started to make fucking motions in her mouth and I assumed he was pumping his load deep in her throat. I almost envied her. How lovely it must be to get your mouth filled by a man who has never been sucked in his life before, who has always lived a rather unsatisfying sex life. He must have unloaded a bucket full of his sticky sperm in her because she kept on and on, trying to swallow it all. And Mother still pumped the dildo wildly in and out of her cunt, thick cunt juice shooting over the stem. Her belly heaving in the delight she experienced in doing this in front of her daughters, and her husband, whose cock she sucked.

I watched them and my own orgasm, brought on by Jean's frigging nipple, shook my body, leaving me breathless and exhausted for some time, and so were the others, so we tumbled off to sleep right where we were.

It was the kind of sleep where one is still aware of the surroundings. My mind was floating in between sleep and wake and I felt like I was flying. Blurred visions were going through my mind, visions of the things we had done, the things we were going to do. I thought the rest of the afternoon and the night was going to be even more interesting. I had certainly not wasted any time going home. Even if I had only managed to seduce Jean it would have been more than worthwhile, but things were even better now, and they were going to be even better still. Of this I was certain. I started to think about Jean's virginity. Although she had no hymen to speak of she was still a virgin as far as being fucked by a man was concerned. In fact, I would have loved to be the first to poke her-by using the dildo on her, of course. But I gladly wanted to leave this to Father, and it would be so much better for any future relationship between the three of them. I think Jean would love to be fucked by Father and as soon as I was a little rested again I was getting things started in that direction. Right now I was still lying where I was, and my hands were slowly rubbing over my body, stroking my breasts, belly and cunt without really bringing me to the pitch where I wanted to have sex again. But slowly I was feeling marvelous again and I think it won't be necessary to describe my feelings any further. Anyone knows this delicious feeling one has in making love.