Subject:     Homecoming
Story Codes: MF oral incest father daughter
Diary Date:  April 12, 2008
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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As much as I loved living on my own, financially I was no longer able to 
swing it after I quit my escorting job to be a Christian school teacher.  
It was obvious that my parents weren't too upset about it, especially 
considering how I was welcomed home!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - On My Own
   Chapter 2 - Saying Goodbye to My Apartment
   Chapter 3 - Back Home In Front of My Mom


Chapter 1 - On My Own 
=====================

There are certain days in anyone's life days that signify a special 
accomplishment.  For me that would include the first time I rode my bike 
without my dad holding me up, my high school graduation, college 
graduation, passing my driver's license exam (after only 3 tries), my 
first blowjob, losing my virginity, and of course, the most special was 
the first time I had sex with my dad.

Recently, I reached another milestone when I moved out of my parent's 
home and into my very own apartment.  Granted, it wasn't much, but it was 
mine and nobody could tell me when to clean it or how to live in it.  It 
was the first time in my life that I was on my own without a roomie or 
parent around.

One of the reasons I was able to finally afford my own place was that I 
decided to return to the escorting business.  Now I don't mean being an 
"escort" like my cousin Kristi, who is really a whore.  She may prefer to 
call herself by some euphemism but she sells her body for cash which 
makes her a prostitute or a whore, whichever term you prefer to use.  
Rather than fronting for prostitution, the agency I worked for 
specialized in providing "companionship" for out of town business men or 
girls for companies that needed someone to socialize with the people at 
an event.

Again, I did NOT do was have sex with my clients.  In fact, I could have 
been fired if I did as my agency didn't want that sort of reputation and 
the associated headaches with the vice squad.  Still, even without 
putting out it paid pretty good although not nearly as much as if I 
worked on my back.  It was enough to finance my way into my own apartment 
which was good enough for me.

Now I would hope that nobody gets the idea that I was trying to "escape" 
from my parent's home or that I had issues with them such that I needed 
to move out.  Indeed, some people questioned why I would give up the 
rather cozy, all-expense- paid arrangement I had there.  My parents have 
always been my best friends and other than the typical parent-daughter 
issues that occasionally arose, we got along fine and it had nothing to 
do with them, per se.  No, what I wanted was independence, to be on my 
own.  After almost 23 years of living with someone "in charge" of me, I 
wanted to be truly an adult.

My dad reluctantly helped me look over a few places on the south side of 
Pittsburgh.  He wasn't exactly thrilled that I was leaving but he knew 
the apron strings had to be cut sooner or later.  Granted, I couldn't 
afford a great apartment but my needs were not all that great.  We 
finally found a nice apartment complex with around 40 or so units.  The 
one I liked was on the second floor at the end which I thought would give 
me more privacy.  It only had one bedroom but why would I need more?  All 
my friends lived nearby so who would be spending nights with me - at 
least someone who needed their own bedroom?

My moving-in day was exhilarating.  My parents loaned me some old 
furniture of theirs and I ended up just having to buy me a new bed but it 
was only a twin size and not very expensive.  When I kissed my dad 
goodbye and closed the door behind him, I wanted to scream out at the top 
of my lungs it felt so good.  YES!  I was in MY apartment.

Unfortunately, it wasn't too last long.  For a number of reasons, the 
past few months had been some of the most turbulent in my life from an 
emotional perspective.  My whole life was changing now that I was out of 
school and I struggled with who I was and what I really wanted to do with 
my life.  At times I even blamed my parents for things that I later 
realized were totally my "fault", or at least I was the one who made the 
decisions.  After failing to get a job at the public school, I was 
getting close to saying the heck with teaching, especially when I 
considered how much money I was making as an escort.  

All the while, though, this nagging voice in the back of my head was 
telling me I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be doing.  Who knows 
what might have happened had I not been offered a temporary position at a 
small Christian elementary school teaching 4th thru 6th grader.  It was a 
major decision for me to give up my escorting career to take this job 
instead.  The pay absolutely sucked - practically minimum wage.  Most of 
the staff was married and so they were not dependent on their income from 
the school.  There were also no benefits but at my age I wasn't too 
worried about that for the short term.  When they pitched the job to me 
it was described as a "ministry".  Myself, I looked at it as a resume 
builder which would hopefully get me further up the waiting list at the 
local school district.

After quitting my escorting job, I went into a state of denial over my 
finances.  I had some money saved up so the next rent check wasn't a 
problem.  It wasn't until one day I was having lunch with my mom and she 
asked me how I was able to afford my bills that I finally broke down and 
recognized the situation I was getting myself into.  My mom told me I was 
always welcome to return home and after thinking it over, I agreed to 
accept her offer.  Fortunately, one of the advantages of having a cheap 
apartment is that it was on a monthly lease so I was able to move out 
rather easily.  The manager was really nice and he knew the people that 
ran the school I was working at so he even allowed me to move out with 
only a half-month's rent.


Chapter 2 - Saying Goodbye to My Apartment 
==========================================

Packing up my stuff to leave home had been exciting.  This time is was 
heartbreaking.  I felt like a failure and I was running back home to the 
protection and security of my parents.  Fortunately there wasn't that 
much to pack so the move went quick.  I had left the majority of my stuff 
at my parents, figuring I might move to a better place anyway when summer 
came.  Several of my friends came over to help me move and my new 
boyfriend Duane brought over a pickup truck from his dad's business that 
made it a lot easier.

Finally, when everything was out and the people had gone home, I went 
back one last time with my dad to make one last look around and then to 
turn in the key.  Looking around at the empty floors and walls, I felt 
like crying.  OK, it wasn't much but as I said before, it had been MINE.  
A tear started to flow from my eyes and my dad saw it and hugged me.

"Hey baby, it's OK," he said softly to me, holding me tight against him, 
"It's really not so bad moving back home, is it?"

I sobbed a little bit into his shoulder.  "Oh daddy, that's not it.  You 
know how much I loved to be on my own."

My dad hesitated a few seconds and then he reached down and cupped each 
of my buttocks with his hands through my tight jeans.  He pulled me 
tighter into him and I could feel that he was excited.  "Well, if nothing 
else the wake-up service is better at home, isn't it?" he said in a low 
voice, his hands and fingers working my ass.

I couldn't help but smile.  For the past few years, whenever I was home 
my dad and I had a "tradition" where he would wake me up before he went 
to work and get himself off.  Of course, I was usually already awake but 
it was the principle that mattered.  Sometimes he fucked me and other 
times it was just a BJ, whatever he had time for.  Sometimes if I was too 
tired and he would just jerk off and leave his cum behind.

"Oh daddy, is that the only reason you want me home, just to fuck me 
every day?" I teased him.

"Well... now that you mention it... yes," he said jokingly.  The only 
thing was, I knew it wasn't as much of a joke as his laughter indicated.  
It was a rare day when I lived at home that my did didn't get off with me 
in one way or another, even if it was just masturbating and then cumming 
on me while I slept.  It's not like he went without when I wasn't around 
with my mom, Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi available to him.  I was just 
more convenient plus I like to think that as his daughter I was a little 
special for him.

"But daddy, if you want to fuck me that badly, then why didn't you ever 
come over and do me here?  You know you could have any time you wanted.  
Have I EVER refused you?"

My dad chuckled, "Well, I remember the time you wouldn't help clean up 
the house.  And then there was the time you..."

"Daddy!" I cut him off, huffing at the way he was teasing me, "You know 
what I mean."

Of course he did but actually, why he never came to my apartment to get 
any WAS a question for me.  To be fair and 100% correct, my dad HAD 
fucked me just after I'd moved in, a sort of an initiation of my new bed 
I guess you could say.  Yet for whatever reason, after that we never had 
any form of sex in my apartment again, not even a BJ.  For that matter, 
he had never even visited my apartment unless it was with my mom.  Not 
that SHE would have stopped him if he had wanted to fuck me, but for some 
reason he just didn't seem to want to do it here.

My dad was quiet for a bit and I waited for him to respond.  Finally he 
took a deep breath and slowly let it out, saying, "It doesn't really 
matter now, does it baby?"

What the hell kind of answer was THAT?  It was very unusual for my dad to 
be so cagey with me about anything, especially when it was about sex.  My 
thoughts were interrupted when he pushed himself in tighter against me 
and I could feel his dick pushing on my stomach through his pants.  Damn, 
my dad was horny as hell!  Not that I wasn't either.

"Mmmmmmm, Daddy... you feel so good against me.  Do you want to fuck me 
now?" 
I whispered to him softly, my hand reaching down to caress his wonderful 
hard erection through his pants.

Even before I had sex with my dad I loved it when he got hard around me.  
You don't have to be having sex with your dad to know you turn him on.  
Even when I was younger, I enjoyed knowing my dad thought I was sexy.  Of 
course, when I was that age I had no idea he had any desire to DO 
anything about it, just that her thought I was hot.

"Oh god you know it," he replied hoarsely, his voice suddenly lustful and 
deep.

"So why didn't you just say so!" I said, trying to sound exasperated, 
"Gee whiz daddy, what's the big deal with fucking me in my own 
apartment?"

My dad looked into my eyes and he smiled, the kind of smile that always 
melted my heart.  It was a special look, one I only saw at times like 
this.  It was more intense than the typical male stare he gave me when I 
was walking around the house in a T-shirt, more sexy and inviting but not 
the kind of nasty smile he got when he was watching porn.  I liked to 
think of it as my "I want to fuck Kelly" smile.

"Ohhhhhh, I figured you'd eventually get the hint," he teased me, 
gyrating his hips slightly to move his hard dick against me.

"Oh daddy!" I exclaimed, shaking my head at his silly antics.  Really, 
why didn't he just ASK?  Since the first time he had asked to fuck me 
almost seven years ago, I had NEVER refused him when he asked to have sex 
with me, not ONE single time.  Like any girl, there were days when 
frankly, I wasn't feeling sexy or in the mood but he was my father and so 
I always did it anyway.

What made sex with my dad so special, besides the obvious physical 
benefits, was the complete and total trust I was able to place in him.  
Many people have asked me what I would do if my dad asked to fuck my ass, 
to do a dog, or other things that are on my "off-limits" list.  The 
question is moot because my dad would never ask me to do anything that he 
knows I would not want to do.  Thus I can give myself to him 
unconditionally, never having to worry about compromising myself to 
satisfy his needs.  Without sounding sacrilegious, it's like putting my 
faith unconditionally in God, knowing he would never do anything to abuse 
that trust.

There was no need to say anything else, I knew what he wanted and as his 
daughter, I wanted to give it to him. To say it was my "duty" as his 
daughter would be technically correct but really not a proper description 
of my state of mind.  Again, to use a religious comparison, some people 
look at serving God to be their "duty" but I do it out of my love and 
faith, not a sense that I am being forced to do anything.  It's the same 
with my dad.  I can honestly say I never feel more loved than when I feel 
my father inside of me, filling me with his sperm.

I unzipped his pants as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants for 
me.  I pulled down the front of his pants together with his boxers to 
allow his dick to pop out.  Yep, he was horny all right.  His dick was 
swollen and hard.  It was ready for me, ready for his daughter to please 
him and take care of his needs and desires.  My mom and others may take 
care of his physical needs but masturbation can do that just as well.  I 
knew that as his daughter it meant something special to him for me to 
take his cock in my mouth and suck on it.  I was submitting myself to 
him, pleasing him in one of the most intimate ways a woman can please a 
man, except I wasn't just any woman - I was his only daughter.

"God Kelly, that feels so good," he sighed as I took his dick into my 
mouth 
and ran my tongue around the head of it.

In a way, it was too bad he was already fully erect.  I loved to take his 
dick when he was still limp and soft, then feel it grow inside my mouth 
as my father reacted to my love for him.  It excites me to feel him grow 
and lengthen further into my mouth as I know WHY it is happening.  He is 
being turned on by me, sexually excited by me, wanting me and lusting for 
me as only a father can for his daughter.

"Oh yeah, I love it when you take it deep like that!" he groaned, his 
knees beginning to buckle slightly as I took his entire dick in my mouth 
until my face was buried in his thick pubic hair, my face pressed against 
the base of his dick into his crotch.

He smelled so wonderful, a blend of his natural male musk generated by 
his lust mixed together with good ol' fashioned sweat from a day's work 
of moved all my things.  He pulled my head into his crotch, signaling he 
wanted me to take his dick in as deep as I could.

My pussy was feeling like someone had poured gasoline in me and lit a 
match - and now was trying to put out the fire.  I was feeling so hot yet 
wet from being so horny.  I rubbed myself through my jeans, feeling the 
wetness soak the crotch.  My clit felt so sensitive between the tight 
jean material 
pressing against it and then with the sensation of my finger over top of 
that.  God I wanted to be fucked so bad!!

Grabbing his dick in my hand and stoking it, I took my mouth off of him 
and looked up at him, our eyes meeting.  "Fuck me daddy," I begged him, 
"Please fuck me now.  Please show me how much you love me." I was SO sure 
he would just nod his head and start to strip me that it literally 
shocked me when he smiled and shook his head at me.

"Why don't we go home and do it in your room?" he said softly, "I want 
your first day to be special and fucking you on this hard floor isn't 
what I had in mind."

The floor could have been gravel and I think that as horny as I was I 
wouldn't have minded laying on my back if that's what it took to get hid 
dick in me.  Damn, that was about the LAST thing I expected him to say.  
Surely he must be joking, I thought, but then he put his dick back in his 
pants and zippered them up.  Crap, he was serious!

"Let's go... ten minutes and I promise you, I'll fuck you soooooo good 
you'll be glad we waited."

As I stood up, the material in my crotch rubbed and moved against my clit 
and I thought I was going to double over as it sent little jolts 
throughout my body.  God I was SO fucking horny it wasn't even 
describable!  Ten minutes?  Why not just wait ten years or ten centuries?  
I wanted to be fucked - and fucked NOW.

"C'mon, you can hold on for a little longer," my dad chuckled at my 
discomfort, "Damn girl, I haven't seen you this horny in ages."


Chapter 3 - Back Home In Front of My Mom 
========================================

The trip back home only took a few minutes, thank god, as I rubbed myself 
the entire was, one hand between my legs and the other on my boobs.  My 
dad kept looking over at me and smiling at my obvious distress.  It was 
so mean of him to deny me what I needed.  Well, maybe he wasn't trying to 
be mean but that's how I felt with my pussy feeling so lonely and empty.

Once home, we entered the basement from the garage and as I literally ran 
to my room, my mom was watching TV in the family room and called to me.

"Hey, what's the rush?"

I just giggle at her and headed for the stairs.  It was two stories to my 
room and by the time I got there, I didn't intend to have any clothes 
left to take off.  Just as I got to the top of the basement stairs, I 
overheard my mom asking my dad what was wrong with me.  My dad just 
laughed loudly and replied, "She's horny." Well, that told my mom all she 
needed to know.  She knew how it was when I got this way and she also 
knew there was just one way to bring me back to earth - a good fucking, 
preferable by my dad.

I reached my room, leaving a trail of clothes behind me on the steps such 
that I was naked by the time I passed through the open door.  I flopped 
myself on the bed and turned over on my back, my head supported by a 
pillow such that I could see outside my room at whomever was coming.  I 
lifted my knees up until my feet were flat on the bed and spread my legs 
apart for him to get an unimpeded view of my pussy when he came in.  I 
couldn't lay still but wiggled and bounced, trying to calm the storm 
raging in my crotch.  There was only one way THAT was going to happen and 
it was on its way up the stairs.  To my surprise yet again, my dad 
entered my room (THAT wasn't the surprise) but right behind him was my 
mom.

"Hope you don't mind if I watch," my mom asked, "Something tells me this 
is going to be good."

Hopefully, that would qualify as the understatement of the year.  It was 
so like my mom to want to watch.  VERY rarely she would join in.  I could 
probably count on one hand how many times THAT had happened unless it was 
for my dad like on Father's Day or his birthday.  My mom and I had our 
own thing which worked for us but when it came to my dad, for some reason 
my mom loved to watch him fuck me.  It was fucking me that she liked to 
watch, too.  If I was just sucking his dick or playing grab-ass with him, 
she didn't seem to care.  What she liked most to see was his dick in me.  
What I think made it work for her was the confidence she had in her own 
relationship with my father.  Their love was so deep, so beautiful, that 
nothing could ever come between them.  Thus, I think she saw it more as 
watching her husband enjoy himself than worrying about him getting off 
with her daughter.

My mom pulled out my desk chair and took a seat as my dad quickly 
undressed.  By the time he was naked my mom had her panties off as well 
and was wearing just a bulky sweatshirt.  She leaned back in her chair 
and put her hand between her legs as she waited for her 'show" to begin.  
All she needed was a bag of popcorn, a box of candy, and a soda!  

My attention went from my mom to my dad as he got in bed with me and 
lifted himself over me and then laid beside me.  Had he stayed on the 
other side all my mom would have seen would have been his hairy ass so it 
was thoughtful of him to get on the opposite side so she had a better 
view.  He turned on his side and moved in tight against me, his upper leg 
over mine as he put one arm under my head and started to fondle my 
breasts with the other.  I could feel his hard dick pressing into my side 
as he scooted himself in tight against me.

Leaning over me, we kissed and out tongues met.  I felt like I was giving 
myself to him, handing myself over to his control as he squeezed my boobs 
and rubbed his dick against me.

With my one hand I reached between us and held onto his dick like it was 
some hard sausage.  He felt so warm and stiff in my hand.  I couldn't 
really do anything but hold him as we were so tight against one another 
but it felt good to have him in my grip as we kissed passionately.  Once 
again my pussy was tingling and my nipples were hard as he pinched them 
gently between his thumb and forefinger.  

"I love you daddy," I whispered as he took a breath for just a moment, 
"You can do anything you want to me... anything.  Just love me."

There are few people in the world to whom I can make that statement - and 
mean it.  Well, make that ONE person.  I trusted my father more than 
anyone else in the world, (except maybe my mother but that is different).  
I meant what I said to him.  In my heart I truly felt as if I was 
surrendering myself to him.  I was his to do as he pleased and he knew 
it.

"Oh baby, I love you too," he responded gently, his voice hoarse with 
lust.  

He bent his head down and started to suck on my nipples, starting with 
the one closest to him and then leaning over me to suck on the other.  He 
massaged each boob as he licked on the nipple, squeezing it and kneading 
it like bread.  Gripping my nipple with his teeth, he pulled up gently on 
it and then released it, letting it snap back into place.  Then his 
tongue would run circles around my nipples, playing over the dark areas 
of my areola, running over my nipple and then back over the fullness of 
my breast again.  God it felt so good!  I leaned my head back and closed 
my eyes so I could focus on the sweet sensations he created in my breast 
as he worked my boobs with his mouth, tongue and hand.

"That feel so good when you suck on them like that," I sighed softly, 
putting my hand over his as he fondled me.

I liked to feel his hand underneath mine, feel his fingers move and then 
feel the corresponding results in my chest.  His hand was so much larger 
than mine.  He could cup my entire boob, lifting it up and squeezing it 
just right.  As he continued to suck on them, his hand moved its way 
down, teasing my ticklish stomach and then I could feel a single finger 
playing along my pussy slit, staying just on the outside of it as he 
dragged his fingertip up and down the length of it.

Just as I was about to burst from the suspense, his finger moved over and 
easily slid between my wet pussy lips and found their way to my pussy 
hole.  He gently pushed one finger into me, probing me and inserting just 
up to the first joint and moving it around in me in slow circles.  The 
thick bundles of nerve endings at the entrance to my pussy all seemed to 
respond at the same time, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing 
through me.  My orgasm rose up quickly and before I knew it, I was 
cumming, and cumming hard, especially for my first one.

"Oh make me cum harder daddy!" I pleaded, reaching down and pushing his 
finger deeper into me. 

He used his thumb to toy with my pussy while his fingers did their thing 
inside of me, toying with my pussy hole and then even moving down to my 
asshole.  He didn't try to push it in my ass but rather just played 
around the outside of it, making me cum even harder.

As my pussy was still reeling from my orgasm, his mouth left my boob and 
he began to kiss my stomach and then the top area of my crotch.  His 
pulled his hand back and spread my legs further apart, then traced over 
the smooth soft inner surfaces of my upper thighs with the backs of his 
fingers.  He moved his entire body down until he was between my legs with 
his arms around my legs and his hands under my ass, gripping me and 
lifting me up into his face.  His tongue ran over my clit and I knew 
another orgasm was not far behind, even as the first one was barely 
history.

My dad didn't eat pussy every time we fucked.  In fact, he didn't eat 
pussy just about any time we fucked.  I have never quit figured it out, 
it just was the way things were.  It wasn't that he didn't like to eat 
pussy - he licked my mom and Kristi all the time.  I had never really 
asked him directly about it and when I mentioned it to my mom, she just 
shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "men, who knows why they do what 
they do." So for whatever reason, he usually stuck with my boobs and 
fucking me.  Today must have been really special because he buried his 
face in my pussy and quickly brought me to my second orgasm.  My dad may 
not lick me often, but when he does, GOD it feels so good!

I would have loved to suck his cock some more but as my orgasm faded 
slowly away (it didn't help that he never stopped licking me the entire 
time but then, who as in a hurry?).  Today, though, it was like he 
substituted my mouth on him for his mouth on me as now he was ready to 
fuck me.  Sometimes I got in a say in how we fucked but once he made up 
his mind that it was time to get down and fuck, that was it, no further 
comments accepted.

I was panting from my orgasm as he looked up to see how I was doing.  His 
face was all wet from my pussy cum and he looked like a man in heaven.  
He crawled up and on top of me, using his arms and elbows to support 
himself so he wouldn't put his full weight on me while he was on top of 
me.

"Oh daddy, I want you to fuck me so bad right now," I whispered to him, 
just loud enough for my mom to hear. 

She had been sitting almost motionless throughout so far, just her hand 
moving, barely visible between her legs.  She seemed mesmerized by the 
scene in front of her.  I could see her eyes were fixed on where his dick 
was hovering over my pussy, waiting like an airplane on approach to enter 
my pussy.  

Without another word he lowered his dick to my pussy hole.  I felt the 
top of his head hit just above my asshole and then he slide it upward 
until it was just outside of my pussy hole.

"That's it, fuck her John," I heard my mom urge him on.  Damn, BOTH my 
parents were horny as hell today.  Typically my mom didn't say a word 
while my dad was fucking me unless it was for our safety or privacy.

Well, I wanted my dad to fuck me as bad as my mom did so I lifted my hips 
up to push against him.  He responded by thrusting himself into me, 
driving his dick home in one long hard stroke.  The base of his crotch 
met my pussy mound and he ground his pubic hair against me.  I could feel 
him in me, his entire dick within my body as my pussy gripped him as 
tightly as possible.

"Damn, you're always so tight when we first fuck," he semi-complained.

Well, he could try with that act but I knew the truth, he loved my tight 
cunt.  Compared to my mom, who had borne a child, I was much tighter, 
That said, I only hoped mine was as pretty and tight as hers when I got 
to be her age!  My mom didn't shave hers, in fact she didn't even trim it 
half the time unless she knew it was something special.  With today's 
things and such, NOT shaving was sort of slutty now and I always thought 
it looked so slutty when a girl would let her pubic hair stick out from 
her clothes.  Maybe in Europe.

My dad pumped my pussy for a while and then he put his arms around me and 
we rolled the other way such that I was on top and he was on his back - 
all without his dick popping out of me even once.  I was riding him like 
a cowgirl, facing him and putting my hands on his chest as I rocked on 
his dick to cause it to stroke in and out of me.  It also gave my mom a 
great view of my dad's dick in my pussy as she was slightly behind me 
when she sat at my desk.  I could only imagine how it looked to see my 
ass rising up and down with his dick sliding in and out of me like a 
fleshy piston.  

I knew my dad also liked my ass so I paused for a moment to swivel around 
his cock, keeping it in me yet again as I changed positions.  Now I could 
see my mom as I rode my dad, giving my dad a clear view of my perky ass.  
I felt his hands grip my butt cheeks as he pushed me and pulled me up and 
down his dick.  Leaning over and supporting myself with my hand on his 
lower legs, I knew he could see not only my pussy with his dick in it, 
but my asshole as well.  Granted, that was ALL he was going to see, but 
it still excited me that I knew he would be looking at me.

Had it been up to me, I would have stayed on top until he finished 
himself off.  It wasn't my most preferred position for his to ejaculate 
in me but it was the one at hand at the moment and OK with me in any 
case.  I was ready, ready for him to cum in me.  I was rocking on his 
dick more than lifting myself on him as it was much less exertion for 
essentially the same results.  As usual, my dad had other thoughts in 
mind.  He lifted me up and flipped me over on my back again and this time 
he snuggled in beside me and turned me on my side.  Lifting my upper leg 
up and behind his, he positioned his dick once again at the opening to my 
womanhood and without further fanfare, thrust himself into me in one hard 
stroke.  

"Cum in me daddy, I want you to cum in me," I assured him as he began to 
stroke himself faster and faster in side of me, "I want you to fill me 
with your love."

For my dad, that was usually the way he DID cum at least 90% of the time, 
unless I was sucking him in which case he came in my mouth.  Rarely he 
would cum on me and then it was usually on my boobs for some reason.  
Typically he did that when he masturbated while watching me sleep and 
wanted to leave me a reminder of what I had "inspired".

Suddenly he thrust himself hard against me, driving me against the 
headboard of my bead.  "Oh fuck!" he groaned as his hips swung into me, 
his ass clenching as his dick began to release his load of sperm into me.  
Each time he banged into me, I could feel that slight sensation of warmth 
and I knew his sperm was being injected into me with each stroke.  
Mmmmmmm, my dad was cumming inside of me, he was literally mating me as 
he delivered his fresh incestuous sperm into my fertile womb.  (OK, so 
technically I wasn't fertile being on the pill, so cut me some slack and 
let me be romantic about it, ok?)

He was indeed horny, delivering half a dozen decent loads into me, 
followed by several "aftershocks" where he just instinctively thrust 
himself again and again, even thought there was nothing left to give me.

When he was done, he collapsed, barely holding his weight off of me with 
his elbows.  "Oh god... oh god," he kept repeating over and over as he 
tried to regain his breath.  He was sweating profusely, some of it 
dripping onto me but I didn't care.  His dick was still in me and I loved 
the way it throbbed inside of me, knowing it was surrounded by his cum.

Then I got the biggest surprise of the day.  My mom got up and pushed my 
dad over on his side.  He rolled over and laid there like a sack of 
potatoes, totally spent and exhausted.  She looked up at me and smiled, 
saying, "Don't be too greedy, I want some of that cum too."

She lowered her head and started to lick my pussy.  I squeezed down, 
trying to force his cum out of me.  He had released it deep inside of me, 
though, and it was slow going to get it to drain down quickly so I sat up 
and then I felt it literally pour out of me and down the crack of my ass.  
Laying back again, my mom started to lick my pussy, gobbling up my dad's 
cum as it drained out of me.

It wasn't just my cum she went for either, she also made sure my clit got 
its fair share of attention and I felt my final orgasm surging in me.  My 
mom sensed it as well and she pushed two fingers finger into my pussy as 
her lips locked onto my clit and her tongue teased the tip of it.  Her 
tongue is what did it as I shut my eyes and felt like I was lifting up 
off my bed, suspended in midair as every nerve in my body felt like it 
was on fire.

My back arched and she held onto my, her arms wrapped around me and her 
hands clenching my ass as she pulled her face into me to keep me from 
bucking her off as I thrashed with the pleasure of my incredible orgasm.  
I thought the first ones were good, well they were nothing combined to 
this last one.  OMG, it was like it would never end as my mom kept her 
tongue moving at just the right time to keep me on the knife edge.  My 
pussy felt like I was draining a solid flow of cum, I must have been 
soaking the bed under me.

I really have no idea how long this went on but finally I just couldn't 
take any more and I collapsed in the bed like a sack of wet flour.  My 
mom loved up on one side of me while my dad was on the other.  She 
reached over and kissed me and I could taste the mixture of my dad and my 
cum on her mouth and tongue as we kissed softly.

Normally after sex I still feel the need to masturbate or otherwise be 
active doing something.  Guys typically fall asleep on me but I don't 
care as that gives me the chance to do myself one more time.  Today it 
was different.  This time it was ME that was falling asleep as I felt 
like I had just run a marathon.  I passed out in my parents' arms, my 
final thoughts being how wonderful it was to be home again.  I couldn't 
have asked for a better homecoming.

THE END