The next morning I was more self conscious than usual while Marie and I fucked. Marie usually liked to be on top but this morning she went for the missionary position. I thrust into her over and over, gradually forcing her body to slide up the bed toward the headboard. When her body slid too far up the bed, she reached her arms back behind her to brace herself against the headboard, so that every thrust on my part banged the headboard against the wall behind the bed. She screamed out every time I thrust: "Fuck!" Bang. "Me!" Bang. "Fuck!" Bang. "Me!" Over and over for fifteen minutes, her big tits bouncing wildly in every direction as she shook like a little rag doll, interspersed with cries of, "Oh, God Danny, give me that fat cock! Cock Cock COCK!" Bang. "Cock!" Bang. "Cock!"
A few minutes later we were all eating breakfast – waffles this time – and Krissy acted as if nothing had happened. No sly winks, no looking at the floor, no acknowledgment at all that she had seen her mother kneeling at my feet while I fucked her face, or that only a few minutes earlier Mom had been begging me at the top of her lungs to fuck her harder Harder HARDER. We talked briefly about Krissy's English exam, and then it was off to school and work for all three of us.
That day I swore to myself that I would fix the fucking door, but I got held up at work and the hardware store was closed by the time I got there. So after dinner, when Marie and I went to our bedroom for some "Daddy time", the door drifted open again and I tensed myself for being the subject of another peepshow.
And what a peepshow it was. I lay back in the easy chair and Marie deftly unbuckled my belt, then pulled off my pants. She unbuttoned her blouse, took off her 34F bra, and sat briefly on the arm of the chair so that I could play with and suck her tits for a minute before she got on her knees and went to work kissing my dick. Just as Marie settled herself on the ground, I heard a faint click down the hall accompanied by an increase in the volume of the rock & roll while Krissy opened, then closed the door to her bedroom.
"Daddy Daddy Daddy," Marie moaned as she rubbed the length of my cock along her left cheek, then kissed the head and moved my cock over to her right cheek, marking her face with my precum. "Love Daddy cock."
The door drifted slightly more open. Then Krissy walked past, hardly pausing at all on her way to the kitchen other than to confirm that her mother was in her accustomed place, sucking contentedly while I stroked her hair in approval. A moment later, Krissy returned, carrying a folding chair and a bowl.
Of popcorn. Again giving me a silent thumbs up with one hand, Krissy sat down in the chair just outside the door in the hallway and set the bowl of popcorn on her lap. For the next fifteen minutes, while her mother cooed and whimpered over my cock, alternating between quiet slurping and occasional bouts of frenzied bobbing, Krissy quietly sat, smiling that same lopsided smile and occasionally wagging her head back and forth with a open-mouthed grin as if she were at a rock concert digging her favorite band playing her favorite song.