All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18.
I woke after 12 hours in my parents' bed. it must have been 11:30 am. They were not in bed with me but I could faintly hear a television talking in the distant, other part of the house.
The events of the night before played through my mind in rapid succession.
Catching my parents fucking to the thought of deflowering me.
Them catching me masturbating mindlessly to it.
My mom making sure I was ok and talking me through the complexities of sexuality.
Dad's cock invading me.
Mom's boobs in my face.
My orgasm that strangled my dad's dick.
The first load of cum I ever received in my pussy, and it was my father's.
I was slightly stunned at what had taken place and then remembered the joy it filled me with. I felt incredible. I was invincible. I had somehow gotten my own dad to fuck me into submission, and with my mom's help, no less.
There were some questions, as I had no doubt experienced a lesbian moment with my mother holding me to her breast. I had nursed from her tit like a baby. I adored it. Her big, heavy breasts were unlike anything I had ever experienced. Was I bisexual? I didn't know. What I did know, is that there was now a fire in my belly that wanted to see my dad as soon as possible.
I was wearing a t shirt and no panties (why bother now?) when i bounded into the kitchen like a puppy. A big stupid grin in my freshly incest-committed face.
Dad was at the table and looked at me unsuredly. It must have been a long morning for him after the things he did to his own daughter the night before, namely doing his best to overwhelm my birth control with a gallon of sperm that seeped into me as I slept.
"Hey dad." I said somewhat apologetically.
"How are you feeling, pumpkin?" He said in the gentlest way he could muster.
I looked at him, and raced toward him for a hug, which he returned. He held me so solidly and firmly in a way he hadn't before. It dawned on me that in some way I was also his woman now. I pressed my body to his. He was still my dad but it was different now. He was also my relief from any sexual hangups I'd had. I felt like a breakthrough took place in my body the moment he ejaculated into my womanhood, still tender from accomodating his fatherly cock the night before.
"Daddy..." I sighed.
"It's OK, honey. It's alright." He consoled.
I lightly turned my head up, and reached for a kiss on his mouth.
He allowed it but didn't return the urge in my kiss. He was sweet while my tongue sought his.
Without thinking I brought my hand between his legs and felt for his heavy cock.
This startled him, and he said there could be more time for that, but that he wanted to make sure I was ok, and made a joke about not letting his wife find out about us.
With that we both laughed and tried to go about our breakfast per normal. The heat coming from me was noticeable even over toast and juice, and the smell of naughty young girl swirled around me.
Mom came through the kitchen barefoot, her feet making soft padding sounds on the tile, but we both took notice when we saw her.
She was wearing a black silk robe which accentuated everything about her. Her dark hair flowing exquisitely and the white skin of her ungodly, heaving, bosom jiggled slightly as she approached us.
I think dad and I both had our jaws on the table. Suddenly I felt insecure, like a dirty little tramp compared to her.
She went straight to my father, and kissed him with a fire and need I'd never witnessed first hand. His hand freed her tit briefly and she brought his face to her chest while he sat. He gave her one solid suck on her nipple before straightening and asking "Have you been enjoying my husband?" with a light giggle. It was unserious in tone, but it was clear that her dominance was immediately re-asserted over me in that moment. What a woman my mother was. I truly admired her. And I also knew my place.
"Mom..." I started.
