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Debra laid there sleeping. Deep in dreams, her head cocked to one side. Her husband's dick hovering inches over her. Ben pulled at his dick, getting closer to covering his wife's face with his seed.
A 20-year-old Amber watched on, three fingers deep under jungle panties in the pillowed wicker chair next to the opposite side of the bed. Holding her mom's fragrant panties from last night against her face. Hedonistic whimpers escape her as she violates herself, getting lost in the pleasure before she catches her fathers glance. She immediately plateaus, shoving her third slender digit into her well-lubricated cunt, allowing a single slutty giggle to bubble out before resuming silence. The action under her panty fabric makes the trees and giraffes on the crotch look as if they were dancing wildly. One finger short of fisting herself, her hips and pelvis thrust over and over in masturbatory pleasure.
Both masturbated as silently as possible next their matriarch in an effort not to wake her just yet from her much needed sleep. Ben looked down at his beautiful wife. He imagines the long white strands that will soon erupt from the tip of his cock and grace her best features. Ben looked up to see his daughter violently fingering to the site of him about to give a sleep facial to her mother.
"Dad. Dad. Daddy", Amber whispered intensely from the other side of the bed, to get his full attention. "Daddy. Dad, I'm gonna cum. I'm going toβ"
Amber throws her mouth open gaping wide but no words or whines escape. Her face contorts to a twisted confusion of pain and pleasure.
This was all Ben needed to cum. He locked in on his daughter's face of beautiful agony and spirits released from his cock. Cum graces her face until Debra was near unrecognizable, only shifting slightly under the massive load.
"Cum. Cum! Fuck. Cumming. I'm fucking cumβ", announced Amber.
Amber saw her dad's cum plaster Debra's face as her orgasmic whispers fell to muffled silence as she shoved her mother's panties in her mouth to quiet her rapturous squeals; the lace of the panties getting tangled in her braces.
Debra awoke to the taste of cum. Licking her lips, she shoveled globs of rapidly cooling spunk into her mouth. She knew she could only savor the large clumps and she preferred it warm so she quickened her efforts to consume as much as she can.
"Mom. Breakfast is up", said Amber in the doorway, bottomless. On the nightstand, the cotton panties she was wearing were right on top. Debra excitedly clasped them tightly in her fist and held them up to the morning sun. White frill panties with Giraffes and palm trees that graced the extremely dampened crotch area. Debra shifted the panties in one hand to expose as much of the dampened area as possible before masking her nose and mouth and inhaling deeply. Breath after breath, Debra found herself intoxicated and horny. Her stiff nipples now making themselves known under her silk white nightgown, she squeezed her favorite breast as she continued inhaling the scent of young vagina ejaculate and semen. Feeling the cold cum drying in her eyebrow, she used the panties to clean any remaining cum on her face and proceeded to whiff the combined scent of sex as she stuck two fingers deep inside her already dripping slit.
The smell of bacon made it's way into her nostrils reminding her it was Mother's Day. The intrusive odor distracted her until only to hear her family calling her down for breakfast at that very moment.
"I'm coming!" She yelled down.
"Not the way that I wanted" she cynically muttered to herself.
She made her way down the stairs leaving her face as it was. The waves of eggs and coffee rushed in. Debra entered the kitchen and looked into the faces and eyes of her daughter and husband. Amber was dressed for the day in Quentin Tarantino T-Shirt and skirt. Ben had clearly focused on breakfast, sporting only a black bathrobe and matching boxer briefs.
She could hardly believe she was living her dream. Everyone around the breakfast table Knew how taboo all this activity was. But now that everybody was of a single mindset, the debauchery could never be the same. The three share a normal breakfast grinning and making small talk for a time before Amber broke the tension that silently amassed.
"I think it's time for dessert..." Amber declared, standing up.