Ken Preston: More than a daughter

"Ooooooh, Mommy!" I gasped. "Don't stop! It feels heavenly. Oh, geez! My whole body's on fire!" She pressed closer to me. Her finger slipped out of me, to trace delicate circles over my stiff clitty and travel deliciously up and down my wet slit. I started shaking. I couldn't help what I did. I found my hand sliding down between her legs, cupping her pussy, feeling how full her lips were and how soft her thick bush of hair felt under my fingers. To my surprise, she didn't stop me! She shuddered all through her body and made a little moaning sound. I began losing all control of my emotions. And my hand! She made exactly the same sexy little sounds I had heard so often through the bedroom wall, when she and Daddy were fucking! My heart began to pound! I had known I was just like her, and of course I got my driving interest in sex from my mom, but I hadn't really thought about my mother as a sexy female.

She was my mom. Just like my father was my father, until today. Now I was thinking thoughts about both of them that the books said were all wrong, but I couldn't have cared less!

I found my fingers doing exactly what hers were doing, in my soaking wet pussy. Each of us knew each other's secret, tingly places. Each of us were moving our hips the same way, fucking back against the thrilling probing and touching that we were feeling between our legs. "Oh, Debby," my mom breathed. "We should not be doing this… but I can't seem to stop. I… I've never been so excited! Your hand feels wonderful down there. Not at all like a man's touch, but… it's just heavenly! I wonder if… no, no. We mustn't do that!"

I sat bolt upright in her bed. "What, Mommy. Do what? Please!" Her breathing was all shaky.

"Well, I've never had another woman kiss me. Down there, I mean. If you want to do it to me, I… I suppose it would be all right."

I was so thrilled at being called a woman that I would have done anything she wanted me to. I felt so grown up and so sexy it almost hurt! I moved over between her legs quick as a wink and put my shaking hands on the inside of her thighs. They opened slowly and hesitantly to me. But they opened! I knelt down and looked at her pussy real close. It was beautiful. So much like mine.

I was so tense I could hardly catch my breath.

Her pussy smelled sweet! My tongue slid slowly between her pooching cunt lips, and up the soft inside path to her erect clit. When I touched it, she jerked violently and began moaning louder and louder. Her hands reached down to clasp behind my head, holding my mouth tightly against her wonderful, quivering cunt. I pressed into her, spreading her legs wider and sliding my hands under her trembling bottom. My mouth sucked her pussy strongly, gathering all the folds of her cunt up into my hot mouth. I licked deep into her hole, thrilling at the taste of her soft flesh and how her cunt quivered and closed down tightly on my tongue. Her hands went to her tits, to hold herself tightly and pinch her nipples so hard I thought they would break right off! I could feel her climax starting to take over, all her emotions and her whole body. Her thighs closed around my head, making me a willing prisoner caught up and swept away by the wild waves of her orgasm. She came and came and came, crying and twisting on her bed, never letting me go for a second.

When I felt her go limp, I lay with my mouth on her cunt for a long time, listening to her breathing slowly becoming more normal. She pulled me up beside her, holding me very tightly, her eyes closed. She had the most beautiful expression on her face I had ever seen. At that moment I loved her so much I almost began to cry. We lay together until we both became conscious of the tall grandfather clock over against the wall ticking and ticking the afternoon away.

Mom roused herself, shaking her head. "Debby, Debby," she said softly. "I can't think of a thing to say. But I suppose I don't need to talk, do we? Not now, anyway. I wish I didn't have to go to that stupid luncheon. I won't hear a word those women say. But…" she sighed and struggled to her feet. She gave my bottom a soft pat and told me to scoot, and turned to the problem of deciding what to wear.

I wandered back down the hall toward my bedroom, my head in a whirl. I was so hot I thought my pussy must be absolutely smoking! This was a lot to adjust to. So much was happening to me today. How did I know how to suck her pussy the way I did? Why had I gotten much more excited, doing that to her, than I did when I jerked off both my brothers? I had thought that was almost the living end, seeing their hard cocks standing out so straight at me, and feeling Allen's jerking in my hand and shooting the way it did.

Images of their hard cocks appeared in my mind, then my daddy's beautiful, long tool. I felt a deep, burning desire to see my daddy fucking with Mom. To hear her moan the way she does when she's turned on. To see my father's stiff cock sliding into a cunt that looks so much like my own. I was turning myself on so strongly I was extra aware of everything sexy. My ears were picking up on small strange sounds coming from Dirk's bedroom!

I hesitated, not knowing what I would see if I pushed his door open, and yet I thought, oh, what the heck! He had barged in on me when I was naked. He wanted to see me bare, to see my cunt, and I bet he thought I was fingering myself in my chair when he came in my room. So… why not? I pushed against the door, very gently, and peeked in his room. My mouth fell right open, in shock!

His naked ass was pointing fight at me, and wrapped around his back were two slim brown legs! He was fucking someone like mad on his king-sized bed! The girl was whimpering and groaning steadily. I could see her long black hair tossing around, showing past the legs that were driving a stiff cock into a black haired pussy and the legs that were encouraging that cock to push inside even deeper.

It couldn't be Teresa, our maid. And yet it just had to be. I boldly strolled into his room and perched on the side of his bed. He looked up at me and sort of nodded, but he was so out of it that my being there didn't seem to concern him at all. Teresa gasped when she saw me, and actually stopped fucking back at his reddish cock buried between her cunt lips. I smiled at her and reached out to cup tine of her full, firm breasts in my hand. "Don't stop screwing on my account," I whispered. "Keep going. Fuck him. Hard!"

She closed her eyes as if to block me out and to put off facing the fact that she'd been caught screwing a young boy. She reached down and got a grip on his plunging ass that made me wince in sympathy for the pain her sharp nails must be giving Dirk. She picked up her pace again, taking every inch of his cock into her cunt, and fucking him harder and harder.

I released her tit and circled Dirk's bed like a sharp-eyed hawk. It was the first time I'd ever seen anyone screwing. I didn't want to miss a single minute of the furious action. I pushed Dirk up off her, so he had to support himself on his legs folded under him, and I got a better view of his long cock ramming into the dark nest that was positively drippy with her love juices. I watched his cock pounding into her hole like it was never going to stop. Her lips were parted at the top of her slit and her clit was right out in the open, very red and erect.

I couldn't keep out of the act. My fingers wrapped around Dirk's slippery cock, feeling how rock-hard he was, and then up to rub on Teresa's clitty. I made her moan like she was positively dying. But she sure was far from being anything but alive and more wildly passionate, far an older girl, I thought, than I'd believed possible. She's twenty-five. And very horny, as I had just found out. If it was true that this was Dirk's first attempt at fucking a hot cunt, he was showing no sign of being an amateur. But then, hadn't I known just what to do with my mom, when her pussy filled my mouth?