Subject:     Back Home for the Summer
Story Codes: MF FF oral exhib inc father daughter
Diary Date:  May 19, 2005
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Finally, my sophomore year was over and summer break was here.  I had 
been wondering how my first few days would be after being gone for so 
long.  Well, I needn’t have worried as my parents had quite a homecoming 
planned for me.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Heading Home for Break 
   Chapter 2 – Dad Welcomes Me Home 
   Chapter 3 - Mom Welcomes Me Home 
   Chapter 4 – Can’t Get Enough


Chapter 1 – Heading Home for Break
==================================

Every university seems to start and end on a different week.  Mine starts 
later than some but it ends later as well so it was past the middle of 
May before I was finished with finals and packed for home.  Thank God I 
would be living in an apartment the following year – no more dorms, so 
most of my stuff just went into storage as I really didn't need it at 
home.  My conservative school wardrobe wasn't exactly what I liked to 
wear at home so most of it remained as well.  

In any case, most of it was for cold weather and it was summer finally!  
I hugged my roomie Karen and wished her well and then waited for my 
parents to arrive.  They had just called me and my mom told me that my 
dad had gotten a speeding ticket so they were running a little late.  
Most everyone else was gone when the SUV pulled up to the curb.  At least 
it was easy for them to get a parking space!  I ran up to them and hugged 
them as they got out.  I loved my parents and it was great to see them 
again!

It had been only a week since my last escorting gig – the LAST one I 
would EVER do after what happened to me.  I could tell my mom was still 
upset over it as the first thing she asked me was whether or not I was OK 
– and I knew she wasn't just asking a generic question.  My career as an 
escort girl had ended with one fateful trip to a hotel room where a guy 
had unexpectedly invited a few friends and essentially I was raped by 
them.

I know, it's hard to claim you are raped when you hire yourself out as an 
escort and that is why I never reported it to the police.  Still, I felt 
violated in that I had not agreed to provide such a "service".  In my 
mind, I was not a prostitute and I only did the escorting thing to 
satisfy my own needs and urges.  The fact the guy paid was more because 
he expected to than anything else.  So when this guy treated me like a 
whore I felt abused and violated.  I reported him to my service and at 
the same time resigned.

I had a few great nights out, though, and overall did not regret the 
overall adventure.  Actually, I was probably quite fortunate to get out 
before something REALLY serious happened to me.  In any case, I assured 
my mom that I was fine and from my tone I think she got the message that 
I really didn't want to discuss it further.  I had told her about it 
right after I got home that night so it wasn't like I was hiding 
anything, I just didn't want to make an issue of it.

In the meantime my dad had thrown my stuff in the back of the SUV and we 
were ready to go.  I gave my RA a hug and jumped in the back seat.  It 
was over a three hour ride home and so I to myself comfortable for the 
trip ahead of me.

"Sorry we were so late," my mom apologized, "Your dad was so anxious to 
see you again he never even saw the trooper."

I told them it was just fine.  At least I wasn't the LAST one to leave 
the dorm.  Now THAT would have been embarrassing!  My mom was in a chatty 
mood and for the next hour or so it seemed she went on non-stop, filling 
me in on everything that had been going on.  Most of it was just local 
gossip and while it was fun to listen to, I really didn't relate to much 
of it anymore after being gone for so long.  

I started to daydream and as I did, an old habit of mine emerged and my 
hand sort of found its way between my legs and I started rubbing myself 
through my jeans.  Nothing serious, more of an unconscious act than 
anything else.  When I was little my mom was always whispering to me to 
stop touching myself when we were in public.  Most of the time I didn't 
even realize I was doing it, I just did it out of habit.  I had pretty 
much stopped doing it but now and then I would fall back into the old 
habit and it was always in private!

I was brought back to earth when my dad pulled over into a gas station to 
fill back up.  I got out with him and went in the store with my mom to 
grab something to drink and snack on.  When we came out he was just 
finishing up and as he put away the hose I wrapped my arms around his 
waist and hugged him, squeezing up tight against him.  He reacted by 
holding me in his arms and to my delight, his hands reached down and 
squeezed my ass though my jeans.  I wiggled my butt in his hands 
suggestively and giggled as my face was buried in his chest.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed playfully, "People are watching!"

It was indeed the truth.  At the pump across from us was a middle aged 
man and the pump in front of him was being used by an older woman.  Both 
of them were apparently more interested in what was happening at our pump 
than theirs because they were both starting at us instead of filling up 
their cars.  The guy was just staring but the older woman looked 
horrified.  With my mom coming back to the SUV it was obvious I was his 
daughter and to see him grabbing my ass the way he was must have been 
quite a sight for them.  At least I was wearing jeans!  Knowing my dad, 
if I had been wearing a skirt his hands would have been under it and 
under my panties (assuming I was wearing any)!  The old lady would have 
REALLY had something to look upset over in that case.  As it was, I got a 
kick out of showing off a bit and I knew my dad didn't mind so long as we 
were far from home where nobody would recognize us.  My dad held the back 
door open for me and closed it behind me.  I would have given a lot to 
know what was running through the minds of the people who had been 
watching us.

Back on the road my dad was grinning and my mom smacked him on the arm as 
she pretended to be aghast at his behavior.  She couldn't keep up the act 
for long and next thing I knew we were all cracking up.  Some people are 
such prudes!  I commented about my thoughts about what it would have been 
like if I had been wearing a skirt.  I saw my dad smile in the rear view 
mirror.  He didn't have to say or do anything more to confirm my 
expectations would have been realized.


Chapter 2 – Dad Welcomes Me Home
================================

The rest of the trip was actually fairly uneventful and before long we 
had exited from the expressway and were snaking our way back home along 
the curvy roads and hills that made up the community.  Then home was in 
sight and the SUV had barely stopped in the garage before I jumped out 
and cried out with glee, thrilled to be home again!  I ran into the 
basement, which was at the same level as our garage thanks to the sharp 
hill we live on and up to my room.  I was so happy to be home!  
Everything was in its place and I bounced on my bed which I had missed so 
much sleeping in the dorm.  My parents came up, my dad carrying my 
suitcases.

"Welcome home long-lost daughter," my mom said with a smile as she 
reached out to hug me.  My dad followed behind her and this time when he 
grabbed my ass his hands went a bit lower and made a pass BETWEEN my legs 
this time and up the crack of my ass.

"Oh Daddy!" I exclaimed for the second time today.  Except this time I 
wasn't teasing him about people watching.  This time I was horny!

"So did you miss me daddy?" I asked him in my innocent little school girl 
voice, as if he needed to tell me.  I looked up at him and slowly ran my 
tongue across my lips.  My mom just laughed and started to leave the 
room.

"Alright you two, have some fun, I'll leave you alone for a while," she 
said.  She hesitated as she reached the door and then laughed again 
saying, "You know, I figured the two of you would never have made it all 
the way back without going at it – I think you're slipping!"

My dad and I both stuck out our tongues at her and then laughed at our 
simultaneous reactions.  My mom just waved her hand at us and went 
downstairs.  I knew the two of us would be getting together before long 
but my dad needed my attention first.  Judging from the bulge in his 
jeans if I didn't do something for him soon he was going to explode!  I 
reached down and put my hand over his cock and pressed on it through his 
jeans.

"Mmmmmmm, I think someone DID miss me," I said seductively.  Forget the 
little girl crap, I was horny and my dad wanted me which was a dangerous 
mix at any time but given just HOW horny I was and HOW much he wanted his 
daughter, it was more like a volcano about to erupt.

"Do you want me daddy?" I asked him softly as I rubbed his stiff cock, 
“Tell me you want me.”

"Oh Kelly," he sighed, "God yes, I want you so bad...  I want to fuck you 
so bad."

Now THAT was what I wanted to hear, the words that always thrilled me and 
made my heart skip a beat no matter how often they were repeated.  
Nothing made me happier than to know my father wanted me, and that he 
wanted me in the most intimate end explicit way a man can want a woman.  
When he told me he wanted to fuck me it was the most wonderful compliment 
he could ever give to me as in just those few words he told me everything 
about how he felt about me.

Granted, I knew my dad loved me and respected me – he didn't need to have 
sex with me for me to know that.  After all, I was his daughter and I 
knew no matter what I did – or didn't, he would always love me 
unconditionally and he would never do anything that would disrespect me 
or injure me in any way, no matter how slight.  The fact that in addition 
to his love and respect he also lusted for me in a way only a sexy girl, 
only a naughty slut, only a girl half age could – THAT was what really 
made me hot.

I felt so lucky I could fulfill his fantasies and enable him to realize 
his naughtiest dreams.  I loved to make my father happy and I knew when I 
submitted myself to him and surrendered myself totally over to him that I 
pleased him the way no other woman ever could as I was his only daughter 
and only his daughter could do this for him.

"Oh daddy, I want you to," I whispered, barely trusting my voice to work.

My dad was undressing me now as I just stood there, presenting myself to 
him and allowing him to do to me anything he wanted.  He pulled my jeans 
down to the floor and I stepped out of them, leaving me bottomless as I 
wasn't wearing anything under them.  His hands ran over my bare ass and 
then around my hips and between my legs, his fingers running up the 
center of my pussy lips and up and over my exposed belly.  He unbuttoned 
my blouse and removed it from me, leaving me totally naked in the center 
of the room.  I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

"Take me daddy... let me be your little girl for you," I whispered.

"Oh my god Kelly, you are SO beautiful!  You'll always be my little 
girl," he replied as he maneuvered me to my bed.

I sat down on the edge and reached out to unbuckle his belt and jeans.  
As I unzipped his jeans and spread them apart his cock pressed out 
against his underwear, straining to be released.  I pulled his jeans and 
underwear down together, unleashing his cock and it flipped out as his 
underwear dropped down.  My dad stepped out of them and pulled his socks 
off at the same time.  He pulled his polo shirt up over his head and 
there he was in front of me, my strong handsome father nude just for me.  

"Tell me what you want me to do daddy," I said, looking up at him with my 
brown eyes locked onto his.

I knew exactly what he wanted but I wanted to hear him tell me.  I wanted 
to do his bidding, to be completely under his control and orders.  I 
wanted to submit myself as his loving daughter, completely and totally 
bending myself to his will.  

"Suck my cock Kelly," he said softly.

I reached out and held him in my hand.  Mmmmmmm, he was so hot and hard 
that I could actually feel the pulse of his heart in the veins of his 
cock.  Not only that, I could smell the musky odor of his crotch, the 
strong male scent of his unfulfilled sex.  He may have been my father but 
he was also a man and in addition to wanting to please my father, I also 
wanted this man to suck and then fuck me.  Naturally my first priority 
was his pleasure but I never said I didn't enjoy being fucked by him as 
well!

"Yes daddy," I responded as I leaned forward towards his dick

It was so hard it was actually curving upward slightly so I licked it 
with my tongue to start, beginning at the middle of the underside of it 
and working my way up to the tip of the head.  He shuddered as my tongue 
ran over the crown of his cock head and then as I ran it in circles 
around the base of his head.  I ran my lips along it like I was playing a 
flute – except in this case it was a skin covered one.

Finally I took just the head in my mouth, gently sucking on it and 
running my tongue along the tip of it and into his little slit.  
Gradually I worked more of him into my mouth, easing the length of his 
cock further and further into my mouth until he was at the back of my 
throat.  I almost had him all the way in now so I held my breath and 
plunged in the rest of the way.  I could feel his cock press back into my 
throat and then momentarily started to gag as it slipped down into my 
throat.  I relaxed and the urge quickly passed and then he was all the 
way into my throat.  My face was buried in his crotch, surrounded by his 
thick, coarse pubic hair that brushed against my flushed face.  

"Oh god!" I could hear him gasp as I turned my head from side to side, 
rotating his dick in my mouth and throat. 

I had to breath so I pulled back until his cock dropped from my mouth and 
then repeated the entire maneuver several more times.  

My hands were wrapped around him, holding onto his hairy ass and pulling 
him towards me.  His hands, meanwhile, were on the back of my head, 
pulling my head in towards him.  The result was my face was pulled 
tightly into his crotch with nowhere to go.  The odor of his male musk 
was overwhelming as my nose was pressed tightly against the base of his 
dick.  Mmmmmmm, yes indeed, I so loved to suck my dad's dick!

My dad released the pressure against my head and I pulled back a bit but 
kept his cock in my mouth and sucked him for a while longer before he 
pushed my head away so he could talk to me.  

"Lay back sweetie," he said, helping me to turn and lower myself until I 
was flat on my back.  

My dad kneeled on the floor and ran his hands up and down my body, from 
my feet to the tip of my head, tracing his fingertips lightly all over my 
exposed nude body.  I could feel the goose bumps rising as he would hit 
one ticklish area and then a serious one.  My dad knew my body pretty 
well by now so he knew where to touch me for each reaction.  I shuddered 
involuntarily as he traced little circles around my nipples, widening 
them in a spiral until he was touching my entire breast and then cupped 
it in the palm of his hand.  He squeezed my boob gently, then bent over 
to kiss the nipple and finally to put the nipple between his teeth and 
gently tug on it, licking it at the same time with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh daddy, I missed this so much," I sighed softly, my eyes closed as I 
just relaxed from his gentle touch.  

My dad’s hand left my boob and started to wonder down my torso, past my 
belly button and over my lower stomach.  I spread my legs apart just 
enough to signal him what I wanted and he moved down, gently skirting my 
pussy and tracing a line down the inside of my left upper thigh.

When he got to my knee he switched sides and did the same moving up my 
right thigh.  Again, he just teased my pussy and moved back down the 
other leg.  He made several trips around, each time lingering just a hair 
longer at my crotch than the time before.  His mouth continued sucking on 
my boobs as his hand stopped this time and stayed on my pussy.  His 
middle finger worked its way between my pussy lips and pressed gently 
against my pussy hole.  It was already a bit wet and he gently pressed 
until his finger was barely ion me, just enough to make it wet and then 
he pulled it up to wet my pussy slit and clit.

Once I was wetted up and slippery, he started to play with my clit much 
the same way he had with my boob and nipple.  A sharp moan escaped from 
me as his fingertip rubbed my clit just the right way.  He continued to 
play with my clit, stopping only for a brief incursion to my pussy hole 
for more pussy juices to make me nice and wet.

My dad was being so patient with me, not hurrying at all despite how 
badly I knew he wanted to fuck me.  Most men would have been pumping away 
at me by now – or a long time earlier.  That is one reason I love it so 
much when my dad fucks me because he cares about how I feel and makes 
sure I am being pleasured just as much as he is.  

One of my biggest regrets I will always bear is not giving my virginity 
to my father.  I have imagined so many times what a beautiful time it 
would have been to have him take me for my first time, how patient and 
loving he would have been!  Not that it was bad with Steve, my boyfriend 
at the time, but not matter who it was how could they compare to your own 
father?

Dad lifted up from my boob and I figured I was about to be fucked but 
somehow he was showing even more than his usual patience, even though I 
knew he was hornier than a farm dog and wanted nothing more than to bury 
his cock in his daughter’s wet pussy.  

Instead, he moved himself down and twisted me on the bed so my legs hung 
over the edge and my head was against the opposite side of the bed.  He 
spread my legs apart and moved in between them, running his fingers 
against my legs again and up to my pussy.  He leaned forward and when his 
head was just inches from my cunt, he gently blew against me, making me 
jump just a little from the cool freshness of his breath against my hot 
pussy.  Then he used both hands to spread my pussy lips apart and again 
blew softly, right against my pussy hole making me quiver with 
anticipation.  

"Damn, you have such a pretty pussy Kelly," my dad murmured to me, "It 
smells so sweet and fresh."

I just laid back with my eyes closed, waiting to see what he would do 
next.  I didn't have to wait long as I felt the touch of his exploring 
tongue against my pussy.  For what must have been ten or fifteen minutes 
my dad licked my pussy, running his tongue up and down and then pushing 
it into my pussy hole and then back up my slit and against my clit.  It 
was simply wonderful!

"Don't stop daddy," I begged him as I felt my orgasm begin to rise from 
deep within me.

It was like a beast inside of me was being released and was working its 
way from the dark recesses of my mind out into the open air.  It seemed 
to raise from the center of my body but its exit was my pussy hole as 
suddenly it was like something exploded between my legs as a pulse of 
pleasure raced from my pussy and passed through me like a wave emanating 
from where a boulder was dropped into the water. 

My face felt flushed and my back arched upwards like I was some sort of 
sexual gymnast as my first orgasm since returning home took control of 
me.  I say that because during an orgasm I feel totally out of control, 
unable to think or even acknowledge the world around me as I mentally 
retreated into my own little slice of paradise.  It was incredible!  
Well, I say that about almost every orgasm but that is the way it is, as 
if each was better than the last and the fact I am experiencing it makes 
it better than the last because it's over.

I could feel the pussy cum gushing out of me and onto my dad's face where 
his tongue was lapping it up like a hungry cat with a bowl of fresh milk.  
Finally it slowly dwindled away and I was left there panting from the 
exertion.  My dad wasn't going to let me stay that way for long!

"I can't wait any more," he said in a tight voice as if he was bearing 
the weight of the world, "I've just gotta fuck you now."

I looked up at him as he lifted my legs up in the air and rested them on 
his shoulders as he leaned over me.  His eyes met mine and I could see 
the transformation that had taken place in him.  Gone was the sweet 
father gently holding my hand, talking to me in his deep soft voice as he 
read me a bedtime story.  That man was not the one I was looking at now.  
Instead, my eyes were locked in place with a man who I knew had one thing 
on his mind at that moment – fucking me.

My heart raced as he roughly pushed his way into place and positioned his 
cock between my legs.  He looked so determined!  I wondered if for 
whatever reason I should ask him to stop whether or not he would when he 
got to this point.  On the one hand I would like to think that he would 
never go against my wishes but somehow when I saw him like this I never 
wanted to test that theory.

It was almost animal-like the way he looked at me, like I was just a hot 
cunt to be fucked, something to pleasure him and make him cum.  It didn't 
scare me or make me feel bad, not in the slightest.  If anything, it 
thrilled me even more that I could get my own father this worked up over 
me.  If I could make my own father feel this way about me, to make him 
want to fuck me like a slut, imagine what other men felt when I was with 
them!

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" he cried out as he pushed his cock into me.  "God damn it, 
your pussy is so fucking tight!"

My dad’s first push got about his head and maybe an inch of his shaft in 
me.  He pulled back until he was just barely in me and shoved forward 
again, this time getting over half of him in me.  Finally, one more shove 
and I felt the base of his cock press against my crotch, his balls 
against my ass and I knew he was in me to the hilt. 

I loved the feeling I always got at this one particular moment, the 
moment when my father was first in me.  We were now joined together in 
the most intimate act any man and woman can share.  It represented a 
union between a father and daughter like nothing else they can 
experience.  I was now closer to my father than was possible in any other 
way and I could have stayed this way forever with him.  YES!  My 
wonderful daddy was fucking me and I couldn't ask for anything more than 
that!

We fucked this way for a while and then he put me in various positions – 
doggie, spoon, and finally me riding him – first facing him and then 
facing away.  I don't know how his cock managed to go that long without 
cumming as in the process I came at least two or three more times 
depending on how you counted the ones close together.  

Finally I was on my back and he was back on top of me in classic 
missionary style.  I loved this the best with my dad as he was on top of 
me, his dick buried in me as we coupled ourselves together.  I felt 
totally under his control, complete submission in every sense of the 
word.  In this position he was dominating me physically and mentally as 
he fucked me, taking me as his mate, literally mating with me in a holy 
act of intimacy.  I knew he was about to cum and I couldn't wait to feel 
him release inside of me.

"That’s it... fuck her John," I heard off to the side.

I looked over and saw my mom standing there watching us.  She was wearing 
a nightshirt but from the way her hand was holding herself under it, it 
was obvious that there wasn't anything under it.  Indeed, my mom was 
masturbating herself as she watched her husband fucking her daughter with 
all the wild abandonment of a john (no pun intended) fucking his favorite 
whore – and obviously loving it.  

"Give it to her John," she said in a soft but demanding tone, "fuck the 
little slut, give her what she wants."

My dad just grunted and continued pumping me like he was drilling for 
oil.  He moaned and stiffened and pushed his cock deep in me and I cried 
out with joy as I felt him cumming in me.  I could feel a warm bloom of 
heat deep inside of me and I knew it was my father's sperm as he release 
himself inside of me.

I literally had tears of joy running down my face as he mated with me, 
giving me the most intimate and sacred gift he possessed as I offered 
myself to him unconditionally.  It was the ultimate gift given for the 
ultimate submittal.  My dad shot one load after another, jerking his cock 
in me with each one, thrusting himself against me and driving my up my 
bed further with each load of cum.

Finally he stopped and I thought he was done but then it was like he 
instinctively jerked as a final bit of cum was ejaculated from his cock.  
With a gasp he dropped down to his elbows, his weight heavier on me but I 
could still breath comfortably.

"Oh Daddy," was all I could say, whispering it softly in his ear as he 
buried his face in my hair.

I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he panted from the 
exertions he had just made.  His cock was still in me, feeling like a hot 
poker, twitching now and then involuntarily as I gripped it with my 
pussy.

Finally he slipped out of me and then rolled over on his side next to me.  
He let out a long breath and closed his eyes as he remained motionless 
next to me.  I looked over at my mom who was smiling and shaking her 
head.

"Men," she said with a wry smile, "one-shot wonders." 

She stepped over to me and extended her hand saying, "C'mon, let's go to 
my bed and let him crash."

I started to rise and then fell back again as I realized how exhausted I 
was but then as I gained my breath I actually rolled out of bed and took 
my mom's hand.  I look back at my dad who was clearly unconscious.  His 
dick was soft now and was flopped over to one side with no sign of the 
urgency or lust that had filled it just minutes before.  Meanwhile, 
although my pussy was dripping with his cum, it still was ready to go for 
another round.  If my mom had not been there I would have likely just 
done what I did many times with my dad – masturbate while he slept next 
to me.  Instead, I followed her into their bedroom but every step I took 
seemed to move my pussy just enough to remind me how swollen my clit was 
still and how demanding it could be!

My mom dropped her nightshirt to the floor before getting in bed with me.  
I don't think I had ever seen her in bed with anything on other than 
maybe when she was role playing for my dad so it would have more 
surprising to me if she had kept it ON than anything else.  Even when I 
was a little girl and wore pajamas and then nighties to bed, my parents 
had always slept nude and they never made any effort to hide it should I 
be in bed with them.  Growing up that way, their nudity wasn't something 
sexual or naughty but rather simply the way I knew them.  

Even now, I felt more comfortable being nude with my mom in bed than 
dressed.  That wasn't true OFF the bed, mind you.  Running around the 
house nude was NOT something normal for me – or my parents.  Basically, 
why would you want to?  No, causal nudity was restricted to where it made 
sense – the bed, bathroom, hot tub, etc.  Of course there were times 
where nudity was NOT casual and WAS intended to be sexual in nature.  
That might happen most anywhere but is really a different story entirely.


Chapter 3 – Mom Welcomes Me Home
================================

So anyway, the two of us were on top of the bed, each of us on our sides, 
resting on our elbows as we faced one another.  My mom was the first to 
speak.

"That was so great of you Kelly to satisfy him like that," she said.  "I 
can't tell you how horny he's been this week as it came time for you to 
come home.  I tried to keep up with it – God knows I tried, but it's like 
he's had this continuous erection all week!  He even fucked Kristi and 
your aunt a few times but it was like nothing was enough for him.  That 
was the most content I've seen him all week!"

I just smiled at her, almost feeling honored by what she told me but at 
the same time a bit thrilled to find out how much he had been dying to 
fuck me all week.  

"Well mom," I said in reply, "I AM his daughter after all.  I mean, isn't 
that what I am SUPPOSE to do for him?"

My mom nodded her head slowly.  "Yea, I guess so but still, you don't 
have to let him fuck you to show him you love him."

"But mom, I WANT him to fuck me if that's what HE wants," I protested.

"Well, so long as you feel that way I guess it's OK," she replied.  "I 
just wanted a chance to tell you how much I appreciated what you did for 
him."

She reached for me and we moved close to each other, embracing one 
another and pressing our warm nude bodies tightly together.  Her leg 
moved over mine and I pushed mine over and between her legs until my 
thigh was pressed against her pussy and my pussy was pushed up against 
her leg.  We didn't hump each other but rather just laid together like 
that for a while, just soaking in the other's warmth as we hugged and 
kissed.  

It wasn't the same as when I kissed my dad.  With my dad it was always me 
kissing my father whereas with my mom it was more like we were equals, 
more of a mutual sharing than one dominating over the other.  I didn't 
submit myself to my mom nor would she have allowed me to do so.  We 
shared ourselves with one another, each offering ourselves to the other 
but at the same time taking something as well.  

As our tongues explored I felt her hands roaming over me, softly 
caressing me and stroking me all over.  I was doing the same for her, 
sometimes just running my fingers through her hair while at others 
caressing her large boobs or running my fingers through her thick pubic 
hair.  My pussy was still wet with my own cum and my dad's sperm was 
still dripping out of me.  My mom's hand played between my legs, 
spreading it around my pussy and thighs before she licked it off her 
fingers with a naughty grin on her face.  

"I've always loved the taste of his cum," she said, licking her lips, 
"But it's even better this way."

Her breasts were pressed against mine and I pushed my hips up tighter 
against her such that my pussy was pressing into her leg more.  I 
squirmed slightly such that it rubbed against her, making my clit respond 
as it pressed against her.  It felt so natural to be with my mom like 
this, a mother and daughter sharing their emotions and bodies in a loving 
embrace.  There was nothing between us, physically or emotionally, just a 
woman and the girl she brought into this world, together as only a mother 
and daughter can be – or even understand.

We kissed passionately and I could taste my cum and my dad's on her lips.  
Our tongues met and I couldn't help but giggle a little as she tickled 
me.

"Oh mom, I missed you so much," I whispered softly to her, "I love you."

"I love you too Kelly," my mom murmured back to me, "and I missed you 
too, in so many ways."

She kissed my neck and licked my ear after which her tongue ran down the 
side of my neck.  I just closed my eyes and rolled over on my back as I 
knew what she was about to do.  My pussy was tingling like crazy as I 
almost stopped breathing in anticipation.  I felt her hair draped over me 
as she gently kissed my upper chest and slowly moved down to my breasts.  
She kissed my nipples lightly and then took one in her mouth, tugging on 
it lightly as she sucked on it, pulling it further into her mouth.  Her 
hands each held one of my boobs as she sucked on the one and gently 
massaged them both.

After a while she let one hand free and let it roam slowly down by body 
as she continued to pay attention to my ever more sensitive nipples and 
breasts.  I gasped as I felt the touch of her hand between my legs, 
probing my pussy until her fingers slipped between my still swollen pussy 
lips.  She slowly worked her finger into my pussy and then even more 
slowly pulled it out and moved back to my clit where she teased me by 
running small circles around it, touching it just enough to set me off 
and then backing away from it and returning to her little circles.  I 
could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as she touched me in 
exactly the right way to get me horny as hell – not that I needed much 
incentive.  

"Oh mom... that feels so good," I whispered in a husky voice, the lust 
evident in its tone.

My mom didn't say a word but instead gave my nipple one last tug and then 
let it drop from her mouth.  She alternated between kissing me and 
licking me as she worked her way down my stomach.  It seemed to take 
forever but finally she was at my pussy.  My mom was on her knees at my 
side, her head down between my legs.  To my delight she lifted one leg 
and straddled me, her ass in front of my face.  She worked her way back 
until her pussy was directly over my face and lowered herself down to me.  
We both started to work on the other's pussy.  It was hard to lick her 
actually, as the feeling of her tongue and mouth on mine was making it 
difficult to think about anything else.  Her pussy was covered with thick 
pubic hair which smothered my face and smelled strongly of her sex.  My 
tongue reached up and licked her.  

Mmmmmmm, she tasted heavenly!  It was almost too much between the taste 
of her pussy and the incredible sensations I was feeling myself as she 
expertly licked me.

"Mmmmmmm," I heard her say as she pushed her face directly against my 
bare cunt.  

Actually, I felt it as much as I heard it as the vibrations of her voice 
passed through me.  I did the same, humming into her pussy and was 
rewarded by the squirming of her ass against my face.

As much as I loved doing 69 with my mom, it was overwhelming me and I 
couldn't concentrate on her pussy like I wanted to as my own pussy was 
flooding me with such feelings of pleasure I was going crazy trying to 
work on my mom's cunt.  My mother, who knew me better than anyone in the 
world, must have sensed my conflicting emotions as she lifted herself off 
of me and maneuvered herself in the opposite direction such that she was 
looking at me, laying on the bed between my legs.  She put her arms under 
my legs and wrapped them around me, using them to pull me into her face 
as she resumed her licking of my pussy without actually saying another 
word.  She looked up at me as her tongue played around my clit, our eyes 
locking onto one another's.  She looked so beautiful, her hair cascading 
down and around my legs and belly.  I had dreamed so many nights in my 
dorm room of this very sight, of how she would look between my legs 
licking me in the way only my mom could do.

Somehow seeing her looking at me set me off as much as her tongue.  The 
very image of my mother with her face pressed against my pussy was so 
erotic that I started to cum – and cum hard!

"Cum for me baby," she called to me, lifting her head just long enough to 
give me her encouragement.  

Oh yes, I wanted to cum but I wanted to cum for her too.  I wanted my mom 
to watch me cum, to enjoy the sight of her daughter in the most emotional 
and pleasurable state she could be in.  

Usually when my orgasm comes it rises quickly and practically knocks me 
over with its intensity.  This time it was more like a rising tide, slow 
but relentless and powerful.  My mom's mouth was sucking on my clit when 
I felt a warmth emerge deep inside of me, not so much in my pussy as just 
inside of me with no particular place to describe it.  It spread through 
me slowly, building in intensity as it did.  Then my mom licked my clit 
once more time while she was holding it gently between her teeth and it 
was like she had lit the fuse to ignite whatever it was that had filled 
my body and I felt like I was on fire.  It wasn't a painful feeling, but 
intense and powerful and incredibly pleasurable.

My hips rose as my back arched and I moaned long and loudly as the tide 
in me continued to rise.  My pussy gushed cum onto her face but she 
didn't stop, licking my clit to make me cum even harder.  She as 
merciless!  Usually when I masturbate I will regulate how much I toy with 
my clit to maintain my orgasm as long as possible.  As it starts to build 
to where I can't control it anymore I slow down and then go back to it 
when I feel it begin to subside.  The result is usually a strong and 
lengthy orgasm that can last for quite a while.  

In this case, my mom seemed determined to see how high she could take me, 
how crazy she could make me.  I wanted to cry out to her to stop but I 
couldn't speak and even if I could I don't think I would have really 
wanted her to stop anyway.

Everything in the room went out of focus and it was like a camera flash 
had just gone off in front of me as I had to close my eyes yet even with 
them shut it was like looking into the sun.  My arms were stretched out 
away from me, grabbing the bedding and pawing at the bed as if there was 
something there that I could hold on to as it felt like I was rising up 
off the bed.  God it was incredible!

I have no idea how long I was in this state.  Time seemed to stand still 
as I writhed under the seemingly relentless touch of her mouth and 
tongue.  I cried out one minute and then moaned the next as it was like I 
had become some wild animal struggling for release, except in this case 
it was my lust and sex that was driving me.  I couldn't take any more yet 
I didn't want it to ever end.

Unfortunately – or fortunately perhaps, my body must have some built-in 
limits and the room slowly came back in focus and the light in my eyes 
dimmed to where I once again see my mom clearly.  She was still between 
my legs, her pretty face looking up at me and a huge smile on her face.  
She was just resting her face against the inside of my thigh, her hand 
gently stroking my pussy, running her fingers slowly up and down the 
edges of it.  She wasn't touching my hole or clit, just running along the 
side on my skin almost absentmindedly as she watched me.

"Wow, that was some O," she said admiringly.  I thought you were going to 
flip  out on me!"

I reached out to her with both hands and she moved up alongside of me and 
we embraced, not just as mother and daughter but as the lovers we were at 
this moment.  There was no other woman in the world I had ever felt this 
way about.  All the other girls I had sex with, even my cousin, were for 
fun and enjoyment.  I never once felt I was in any way their "lover" or 
anything like that.  Even with my mom I was always her daughter except in 
rare and special moments like this, after an intense sexual experience 
where we shared one another in such a way that only a mother and daughter 
can understand.  It was actually AFTER the sex that I felt like her 
lover, when we were together as we were now, bonded together through our 
mutual experience.


Chapter 4 – Can’t Get Enough
============================

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew I found myself in bed 
alone, stretched out on my side with the covers pulled over my nude body.  
I rubbed my eyes and pushed the covers down, swinging my legs over the 
edge of the bed and standing up.  I quickly sat back down as I felt a 
little light-headed but it passed quickly and I went into my room which 
was empty as well.  I pulled a t- shirt out of my dresser and slipped it 
over my head before heading down the stairs to see where my parents had 
disappeared to.  The stairs in our house had always squeaked so by the 
time I reached the bottom and turned to the hallway towards the kitchen I 
saw my mom had turned from the sink and was smiling at me.

"Hey sleepy head!" she called to me with a smile.  I looked around but my 
dad wasn't around so I hugged my mom and we kissed briefly.

"Love you mom," I said with my head buried in her shoulder.  She was 
wearing a light cotton robe tied around the waist and I felt her pressing 
against me.  Memories of what we had just done flashed through my head 
and my pussy ached despite the incredible sex it had been treated to so 
far today.

My mom gave me one last hung and said almost apologetically, "Well, we 
figured all you'd been through today we would stay home this evening so I 
ordered out a pizza.  It should be here any minute so I was waiting 
around.  Oh - your dad's downstairs watching TV I think."

I decided to wait with him so I went down the stairs to the basement 
where our family room was.  My dad was in his usual place – his LazyBoy 
chair.  They had their own and there was a couch where I usually hung out 
when we were all together.  Rather than head there, though, I hopped onto 
his lap sideways with my legs hanging over the left side arm and my left 
arm wrapped around his neck.  My t-shirt rode up to my waist leaving my 
pussy in full view but I knew he didn't mind that one bit!  He was 
wearing a Steelers t-shirt and some old sweat pants – his favorite outfit 
when he was relaxing around the house.  I reached down to the side of me 
and pressed my hand on his crotch.  I loved the feel of the lump that was 
under his pants and I rubbed it slowly through the soft material.

"Damn girl, aren't you EVER satisfied?" my dad said, pretending to be 
exasperated with me.

I grinned and whispered in his ear, "I can never get enough of my daddy's 
cock."

He was getting bigger as I grabbed his through his pants and stroked him 
slowly and then went back to just rubbing his cock.  His arm was around 
me and I felt his hand grab my bare ass and squeeze it.

"Mmmmmmm, I love it when you play with my butt," I said softly.

My dad squeezed it again saying, "Well, I love playing with it."

Before we could go any further, my mom came down the stairs with the 
pizza.  I had not even heard the doorbell ring so she must have been 
waiting at the door for it.  I wondered what the delivery guy thought 
when she opened the door in that flimsy robe!

"OK you two, before you get started let's eat this so it doesn't get 
cold," she said.

I giggled and gave my dad a final tug on his cock and got off his chair 
to eat.  My mom had brought down some plates and we finished it off in no 
time.  I guess we all must have had the after-sex munchies!  I washed off 
my hands in the laundry sink and turned back to my dad.

"Hmmmmmm, where were we?" I asked seductively.

My mom huffed, "Hey, I don't care what you two sex maniacs do, but how 
about keeping it down so I can watch this?"

Both my dad and I laughed.  It was so typical of my mom.  It didn't 
bother her a bit that her husband fucked her daughter almost every day 
but let us interrupt her favorite TV show and there as hell to be paid!  
I liked it when she was around when my dad did me.  There was just 
something special about knowing my mom wasn't jealous or concerned that 
my dad wanted me in this way.  For her to give her approval in such a 
direct way just demonstrated to me the depth of my parents' love for one 
another.  My mom was secure in the knowledge that she was my dad's wife 
and lover and that even though he might fuck me or her sister, it was she 
that she knew he would always be faithful to and would always hold as the 
number one woman I his life.  If my dad had only done me in private or 
when she was not watching I think it would have made it feel dirty or 
somehow wrong.

I got back in the position I was in before the pizza and resumed my 
attention to my dad's cock.  He had shrunk back down again which was fine 
with me.  No matter how many times I experienced it, the feeling of a 
man's cock hardening because of me was something I know I will never grow 
tired of.  In this case, feeling my own father's cock stiffen, knowing it 
was because he was being turned on by his own daughter, made it even more 
special for me.  As he got bigger his cock threatened to push out past 
the elastic of his pants and so I reached under it and touched his bare 
dick with my hand and resumed my stroking under his pants.

I glanced over my shoulder to check on my mom.  She was watching her show 
but glancing over at us now and then.  She looked over at me and our eyes 
met.  She winked at me which made me grin.  Today had been such a special 
day for me.  It was rare I got to fuck both my parents in the same day, 
especially my mom since we reserved out times together for when it was 
something extra special.  I grinned at her and turned my attention back 
to my dad.  I put my head down on his shoulder and at that moment I was 
as happy as I think I had ever been in my life.

What more could I ask for?  I was with my parents who loved each other, 
sitting on my dad's lap holding his hard cock in my hand.  It was fine 
with me to just stay this way, secure in my dad's arms, holding him in 
this special way which told him I was available to him in any way he 
wanted me.  Where it would lead to this evening only he knew but whether 
I just held him this way for the evening or allowed him to fuck me again 
and maybe even again, it was OK with me.  I was finally home again for 
the summer.  I was daddy's little girl once again and nothing could make 
me happier.

THE END