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Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 45)
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 45


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mind if I join you, Daddy?”

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

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

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

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

“Daddy!” I yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Soon hasn’t quite happened yet.”

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

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

“When did you drive there?”

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

“I wish you had joined us camping instead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want your spot, Mom?”

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

Daddy continued, “And now you have questions?”

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

“Such as?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom and Daddy were rattled again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hope you never have to, Daddy.”

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

I sighed. “But still ...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other for the longest time.

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

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

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

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

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

Daddy looked at me solemnly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just like swingers?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

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

“Including Bob and Colleen?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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


******


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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t have to answer, Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, shit. I can almost guess why.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Daddy wiped his eyes.

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

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

My parents looked thoughtfully at each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom sighed.

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

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

“I’d like some, too, please.”


******


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

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

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

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

“What is this?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


******


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mel!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


******


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

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

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

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

“Are you mad at me, Mom?”

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

I nodded.

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

“And you don’t like it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like you were at my age?”

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

“Did Grandpa stop you?”

“He was the one who disciplined me.”

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

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

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

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

“Like what kind of rules?”

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

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

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

“Wow, Daddy grew up like that?”

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

“For sure!”

“College was a very liberating experience for him.”

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

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

“I guess being rich helped.”

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

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

“They say opposites attract.”

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

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

“And Grandma is the bestest ever.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He does love to do that,” Mom noted.

“Does Grandma ever get mad about it?”

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

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

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

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

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


******


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom playfully slapped his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A demo video, then?” I suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

I glanced over at Daddy who was watching us closely.

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

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

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

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

Mom and Daddy looked at each other and chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom stuck her tongue out at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seconds later he found his voice again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks. This was terrific, Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I whispered back.

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

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

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


******


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

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

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

Mom finally noticed me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled as she watched me staring intently at it.

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

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

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

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

“Does he shave it often?”

“From time to time.”

“Did he shave it for Pam last night?”

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

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

“I like that,” I happily stated.

We both went back to admiring his sexy dick.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” was all she said.

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

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

“What?”

“Take your father all the way.”

I did a mental fist pump!

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

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


******


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, Daddy, you went for it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom seemed to have something else on her mind though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We just lay there for a long moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what you two just taught me?”

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

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

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


(continued in chapter 46)

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