Anna's Secrets
No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sort of sexual activity in this fictional story. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, nor endorsed by this author.
I was lying nude across my parent's bed, my legs being held open wide by my Mom, who was sitting on my face. My tongue was busy working on her wet pussy, desperately seeking out her clit in order to please her as Dad hammered in and out of my pussy like a jackhammer. Mom's hands held my legs wide open in a gymnast split pose as Dad reached down with one of his hands twisting my nipples and massaging my 34B sized breasts. Sometimes it was painful. Sometimes it made my pussy soak my Dad's cock and upper thighs. My juices dripped down the crack of my ass and I flexed my asshole in and out in attempt to pull the juices in.
"Her pussy feels good, doesn't it baby?" Mom asked.
Dad replied as he fucked me as hard as he could, gasping for air in between his words, "This is some good pussy. Almost as good as yours honey. Think I should cum in her pussy, her ass, or her mouth?"
I could feel Mom's pussy pulsate around my tongue as Dad's words caused her to orgasm. She tasted so good.
"I would eat her pussy every day if she would let me," I thought to myself.
Dad's pounding of my young 18 year old pussy was making me squeal and whimper into Mom's pussy as I drank her juices.
"Cum in her pussy Danny! I am gonna drink it out of her and eat the creampie you leave in her."
"You got it baby."
I feel Mom cum on my tongue again. I felt Dad explode in my pussy. I felt my orgasm fast approaching. Just a little closer. Just a little closer. My pussy was throbbing. Just about there. Almost. Dad was pounding his cum into me. Oh, here it cums. Almost. Almost. Almost.
=======The alarm clock goes off. I awaken.=======
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!!!!!! This dream has repeated itself many times during my adult years. I looked over to the other side of the bed and saw my husband of 12 years, Ray, sound asleep. How in the world could he have slept through my alarm? Wait! What was that? Something felt wet. My pussy? Of course. But there was something else. I lifted up the covers and I saw a wet spot and it had a very distinct smell. It was me. It wasn't pee either. It was my pussy juice. I recognized the smell. I have tasted myself so many times over the years so I knew the taste and smell of my juices. I could eat myself out if I was that flexible. I love the taste of my pussy THAT MUCH!
My dream was so vivid. Each time I had this dream, it got more intense. The dreams of my parents didn't start until I saw them having sex at Owens Creek when I was 18. We, that's to say - Mom, Dad, me, my younger sister Jade, and my younger brother Allen, went to Owens Creek. Mom and Dad knew of a spot shown to them by Dad's brother, my uncle Ricky, where you could park and camp out and no one would know you were out there. During one of my self guided adventure walks, I went to find a place to sit down and write in my journal.
I took the leather bound notebook everywhere with me. It was a graduation present from my Grandma Melanie, Dad's Mom. I wrote poetry, drew pictures, wrote short stories, and even started writing a screenplay in it. It was hard to get lost out at Owens Creek. If you looked north, you could see the town's water tower. If you looked south, you could see the railroad tracks in the distance. So, if you ever got lost, all you had to do was walk in either direction until you saw civilization.
On this particular day, I found a nice spot that had a small clearing. The ground was level with smaller trees around it and large bushes camouflaged it from anyone looking through at line of sight level. I stayed there writing and drawing for almost two hours before deciding to walk back to our campsite. It was getting pretty close to dinner time and I was getting hungry. During my walk back, I guess I had taken a wrong turn and ended up on a trail I didn't recognize and had to use the water tower as a guide to get me back to where we were set up.
As I made my way back to the creek's edge, I noticed movement about 100 or so feet ahead. I stayed on the dirt part of the trail because I didn't want to draw attention to myself in case there were any seedy characters running about in the woods and around the creek. I moved closer and closer until I could plainly see what the movement was. IT WAS MOM AND DAD!!!!!
Dad's shorts were around his ankles. Mom's shirt was pulled above her breasts and he was fondling them while she gave him a blowjob. I crept a little closer. Dad had a nice sized cock and Mom was furiously sucking him. I saw Dad looking around so I ducked down as low as I could get so he couldn't see me. I was just glad I had on dark shorts and a dark shirt. If I had worn any other color, I am sure he would have seen me. Dad pulled Mom into a standing position and helped her take off her shorts and panties.
Mom must have been pretty wet because Dad didn't have to do anything to lube her up. He bent her over at the waist, facing away from him, and started fucking her pussy. I could feel my pussy getting wet so I unbuttoned my shorts and slid my fingers into my pussy. I was soaked from watching the sexual spectacle in front of me.
Dad must have been pretty excited because it wasn't long before I heard him grunt and empty his cum into Mom. I heard Mom squeal telling Dad that she, too, had also cum. They quickly regained their composure, rearranged their clothes back to their pre-sex states, and went walking hand in hand back toward camp. They both were giggling like they were happy they didn't get caught. I kept working on my pussy until my orgasm shook me and left me with a wet spot in the front of my shorts ---- a very OBVIOUS wet spot.
I had a plan to get rid of it though. I would just "accidentally on purpose" get my shorts wet in the creek and just tell Mom and Dad I slipped. That would make the wet spot a non-discussion item.
Over the course of the next several months, I replayed that afternoon in my head and it often led to me digging my hands into my panties, if wore them, and working myself into an orgasmic frenzy. I couldn't get that day out of my mind. I also become a lot more touchy-feely with Mom and Dad as well. I wanted to see if I could get them interested in seducing me. I hugged them as often as I could and even became a little flirty, at times, but they just didn't take heed of any of my advances. Attempting to seduce them became a trigger for my constant state of arousal and I found myself masturbating several times a day or night when no one else was around.
I started dating my future husband, Ray, about a year later. He took my virginity. There was something I never told him and never will. Every time he and I had sex, of any kind, my mind drifted back to my parents and that day at Owens Creek. When Ray ate my pussy, I thought of Mom or Dad eating my pussy. When Ray fucked me or made love to me, I thought of Dad making love to me or fucking me. When I sucked Ray's cock, I thought of being on my knees sucking Dad's cock or licking Mom's pussy.
There was no way that I could ever tell Ray about my fantasies. He would never understand. He would probably think of me as sick and demented and, due to his conservative upbringing, would probably out me to my family. I loved Ray with all of my heart but I knew there were certain things you just didn't want to ever mention verbally. Voicing a secret like this would be like bringing gasoline and matches to a wildfire already in progress.
Ray and I had been married almost eight years and things were going quite well. I had given birth to our daughter, Bethany, and she was the apple of both our eyes. Ray had gotten a promotion at work. I had as well. Financially, we were in the best monetary shape of our lives to that point. But the dreams..........................those fucking dreams (pun intended).
