I didn't know how much Carol knew or didn't know; that was what tormented my mind. I hadn't intended for things to go this far. I admit to weakness I mean who wouldn't cave when a nubile nineteen year old vixen all but shoves her pussy in your face.
Raye was insatiable; I had never seen a woman who craved sex as much as that girl did. God, I thought my sex drive was high; she dwarfed me by a mile. If she wasn't after me, she was after her mother.
That first time I had seen them together had set off a hormonal fuse in my brain; and as I had left the bedroom, I had watched as Raye lowered her cum filled cunt over her mother's face.
Even though I knew Carol wasn't much for sucking my cock; there was no way she could mistake the two distinct flavors in her daughters soaked pussy.
Yet, she said nothing; her silence driving me nearly insane. I was wracked with guilt, until my cock was buried in that tight cunt again. What confused me was how had Raye gotten her mother to even consider being with another woman. I mean, Jesus her list of no-no's was a mile long; and topping that list was oral sex.
The fact I had witnessed Raye munching on her mothers' dripping pussy, and then had gotten her to do the same; simply amazed me. But, then again we were talking about the same young woman who had shoved my dick down her throat to the root.
I did have to admit, it added some spice for Carol and me. While she still had those same barriers; she seemed more tolerant of my silence. For me, the thought I was fucking the same pussy my daughter had been eating, set off mind blowing explosions in my nuts.
I never had the opportunity to witness them together over the next couple of weeks, though it wasn't for lack of trying. Carol seemed quite adept at hiding what was going on with Raye; and it wasn't exactly like I was going to confront her.
What the hell would I say? By the way honey, I watched our daughter eat your pussy while I fucked her? Jesus Christ I would be dead in five minutes.
It was Raye who created my next adventure into hedonistic sex. I had been at work that Tuesday, and it was early afternoon when my cellphone beeped. I pulled it out and opened the text message. I immediately jammed my cell back into its carrier at my hip.
"I need to take this" I told the foreman for the work site.
I looked around for somewhere private, and finally stepped into one of those port-a-potties you see at fairs. We use them at construction sites.
I pulled my cell phone out and reopened the text message. I felt blood drain into my cock at the photo Raye had sent. It was a clear shot between Raye's spread thighs, with her mother's head buried in her crotch.
You couldn't see a lot of Carol's face, but what you did see was smeared with Raye's juices. Raye had held her mother's hair back with one hand and snapped the picture with the other.
Underneath the image were only two words. 'Come home.'
I made excuses to the foreman and climbed into my car. What should have been a twenty-five minute drive; took me less than fifteen minutes. The entire way there my cock throbbed and pulsed in my jeans.
I parked in the driveway to not use the garage door, and slipped into the house. Quietly I ascended the stairs; I could hear moaning from our bedroom as I walked down the hall. I was curious I couldn't hear Carol and her usual monologue; but I knew why when I stepped to the bedroom door.
God that was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Carol was stretched out nude on our bed, her legs splayed wide open and Raye's face buried between them. Carol couldn't talk because our daughter had her own pussy jammed over her mother's face in the hottest sixty-nine I had ever seen.
I heard Carol moan and mumble something against that wet pussy. When Raye lifted her head her eyes locked to mine. She raised her body slightly upward, her hips lifting just a bit to give her mother more room.
The sudden reprieve was like flipping a switch, and the monologue started again.
"Oh God Raye what are you doing to me?" I could hear the fear and desire in her voice.
"I'm eating your cunt mother" I heard Raye's raspy voice.
"We shouldn't...we can't..." I heard Carol moan.
"Oh I can and I will mother" Raye hissed as she stared at me.
"I can shove my finger in your cunt" I watched a slender finger drive between Carol's soaked lips.
"Nnnnghhhhhhh" Carol moaned as her hips bounced on the bed.
"I can fuck your sweet cunt" I stared wide eyed as a second and then a third finger stretched Carol open.
Even at the few feet across the room, I watched as Raye opened her mother up for me to see. This was deliberate, and for my show; and I knew it.
Raye leaned a bit to the side, picking something up off the sheet; suddenly a pair of pale green thong underwear went flying through the air at me. They landed at my feet as I stood rooted to the spot.
I could hear the rhythmic squelching of Raye's fingers as they fucked in and out. I could hear Carol moaning for more. I slowly bent down, never taking my eyes off the pair, and retrieved the still warm and moist thin cloth.
A lust filled smile crept over Raye's face as I raised the cloth to my face and inhaled. I instantly recognized Raye's musky scent as the smell filled my brain. My other hand unsnapped my jeans and pulled down my zipper softly.
Standing at the door, I gripped my steel hard cock and started pumping. I felt my heavy balls swing free between my thighs as my jeans bunched at my knees. God I watched mesmerized as Raye fucked her mother.
"More...need more..." Carol grunted in time to those invading fingers.
"You want me to fuck you mom? You want me to fuck that tight mother cunt?" Raye grated as she stared at me.
"Fuck me...please." Carol whimpered under her.
