Note to All - No one in this fictional story under the age of 18 is engaging in any sexual activity. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, nor endorsed by this author.
A Letter to My Parents, Part 4
Me - Sabrina, age 18, 5'7' 125, blonde hair, blue eyes, 36B-24-34
Mom - Jenna, age 40, 5'8" 125, blonde hair, blue eyes, 36D-26-36
Dad - Tom, age 40, 6'2" 195, sandy brown hair, blue eyes
My flight was just a few short moments from touching down at the airport. Mom and Dad would be waiting on me at baggage claim. My two month excursion through Europe was very enlightening, educational, informative, and exhausting but I wouldn't have traded any of the experience for the world. I asked the stewardess to give me the five minute warning before the "Fasten Seat Belts" light came on so I could run to the bathroom before we landed. Not only did I go pee but I also discarded my thong and placed it in my purse. Yes, my pussy was wet but I also didn't want anything getting in the way of Mom and Dad putting their hands between my legs when I got off the plane. I had chosen to wear a tan wrap around dress, mid-thigh in length, cleavage bearing but not obscene, very form fitting, and I had the matching tan heels. I decided against wearing a bra because the material was thick enough to not give away too much, but also just thin enough to know I was without panties or bra if the sunlight hit it just right. I found the dress and four more just like it, in different colors, in a shopping market in Barcelona. All you would have to do is untie the bow created when you tied it at the waist and the dress would fall to the floor in less than two seconds. Yes, I had chosen this dress, and the other four just like it, on purpose.
The plane touched down and arrived at our gate and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I was about to walk down the jetway to baggage claim and begin my new life and lifestyle with the two people I loved more than life itself. I gathered my carry-on and waited for my turn to get off the plane. I walked out and down the jetway to baggage claim. When I got there, I saw them - the two people I was so in love with and was so happy to see. They spotted me. They smiled. I smiled. They walked toward me and I walked toward them. I stopped in front of them. I couldn't stop smiling. I was nervous. I could tell they were nervous. Mom had on jeans, heels, and a pretty dark blue button up shirt. Dad had on jeans, a gray button up shirt, a blue blazer, and casual shoes.
I managed to get out a nervous "Hi. I am so glad to be home. I've missed you both."
I stepped closer to Mom to embrace her and hold her. She extended her arms into an embrace for me as well. Now, we were face to face, our eyes meeting. Both of our bodies were saying the same thing. On instinct, we both leaned in and we kissed. It wasn't a normal peck on the lips "glad to see you" kiss. This kiss was romantic. It was warm. It was erotic. It sent a lightning bolt charge to my pussy. God, I didn't want to stop kissing her. We broke the kiss reluctantly. She whispered in my ear "This kiss we just shared was only the beginning, my love."
I broke free of her hold and stepped toward Dad. Damnit, he was so fucking sexy. I wanted him to take me right there in baggage claim. I didn't care who was there or who was watching. I could only imagine what his cock was doing at that moment. I knew what I WANTED it to be doing but I knew that would come later. I leaned into him and he kissed me, much like Mom did but his tongue felt so strong, so soft, so powerful, so intoxicating. My pussy was on fire and I could tell I was soaked.
After he kissed me, he stepped back and said "We have something for you."
The luggage conveyor kicked on. He and Mom were face to face with me and Dad reached into his blazer pocket. He pulled out a small box and he and Mom both got down on one knee and looked up at me. He opened the box. The people in baggage claim looked at us trying to figure out what exactly was taking place.
Dad opened the box and presented it to me and asked "Will you be ours forever?"
I had tears rolling down my face and my heart felt as though it was going to burst with happiness.
I replied "YES YES YES YES YES, A GAZILLION TIMES YES!!!!!!!!!!!"
It was a diamond ring for my left ring finger. It wasn't flashy. It wasn't dainty. It was just enough to tell the world that I was in a committed relationship. No one needed to know that it was a relationship with two people, who happened to be my Mom and Dad. They stood up and I kissed Dad first and then I kissed Mom. I turned toward the conveyor and saw my bag coming. Dad saw it too and gathered it up and we headed to the parking garage. I was in the middle of my Mom and Dad. I was holding her right hand and his left hand. I had never felt so in love. As we were walking out of the terminal and to the parking garage, several people told us "Congratulations" even though they didn't know exactly what the details or specifics of our relationship was. We got to Dad's SUV and we placed my bags in the back.
Mom looked at Dad and said "I'm sitting in the back with Sabrina."
Dad replied "As you wish." He was smiling from ear to ear.
He opened the door for Mom and me and we climbed in side by side. He got in the front seat and started up his SUV and we were on our way home. Mom and I looked at each other. We didn't have to say anything. We just started making out like two people in love. I was moving my hands all over her shirt, wanting her, needing her, desiring her. I found the buttons on her shirt and began unbuttoning them one by one. Her hands were all over me and I was feeling so wanton and lusty. I pulled her bra straps down under her shirt and reached for her breasts, all the while kissing her. They felt so full, so warm, like they needed me to suck on them like I did when I was an infant. I opened my legs. I grabbed her right hand, and pulled it to my pussy.
"Sabrina, your pussy is soaking wet. Tom, your daughter is so wet. Here, taste her." Mom slid a finger into me and pulled it out. The wet, sticky substance was my juices. She offered the finger up to Dad in the front seat. He moaned his approval as though to say "Give me more."
What he did say was "My darling Sabrina, I can't wait to taste you and make you cum as many times as you can stand." He wasn't going to get any arguments from me. That's for sure.
Mom unfastened her seat belt and knelt on the floor behind the front passenger seat. I put one leg on the right outside of the front passenger seat and the other leg on the left outside of Dad's driver's seat. My pussy and asshole were exposed for the taking and that is exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be taken, fucked, pleased, eaten, licked, fingered - I wanted my pussy and ass to feel all the good things they were supposed to feel. I wanted to be the slut to them that I had committed to in my email to them. Then Mom did it. She buried her face into my pussy, softly at first, flicking her tongue over my clit and then penetrating my open hole with her tongue. I could feel her French kissing my pussy hole. I was writhing about, breathing so heavy, sweat had formed on my forehead, my legs were shaking.
