Chapter 3: Conclusion

The bedroom was quiet. What were they up to now? Sleeping? I nearly fell asleep after shooting my load into Leah’s thong. I cautiously peeked out from the closet. Leah was cleaning Dad’s cock with her tongue like a mother cat washes its kitten. Any trace of semen was licked up and swallowed. Surprisingly, he was hard again ready for more. (So was I.) She lay down on her belly and lifted up her butt. Dad repositioned himself, on his knees behind her and spread her firm, butt cheeks, gazing at that fucking amazing view of her wet asshole and just-fucked pussy. (My cock was throbbing once more!) I had an amazing view. Her hungry pussy was waiting for another hard fucking. He pushed his cock into her slippery folds and forced it in all the way. She screeched! “Daddy, that HURTS!!”

He didn’t answer. His cock was hungry, too. He needed his daughter’s hot pussy.

“We’re made for each other, baby doll,” he said. He violently pushed in and pulled out of her pussy as her hips gyrated against his steely daddy-dick. “I know, I know, Daddy!” she replied submissively. (I was stroking and feeling a new orgasm on the horizon.)

He pumped harder and the sound of his groin smacking against her butt was getting louder and faster. This obviously wasn’t their first time fucking. They were in sync the same way lovers were in sync. (The recent hotel tryst was not their first fuck. Memories flashed in my mind of the times they went “hiking” in the spring and summer. Just them. I was never invited. I had separate trips with Dad, fishing or demolition derby. Guy stuff. Never all three of us. And certainly, never all four of us as a family. Leah told me they fucked when she was fourteen--in the eighth grade! By that age she had such a hot body.)

As a family we would do a yearly Disneyland vacation, but even then, Dad and Leah would break away from us for an hour or so. Me and Mom would do our thing at the park and assumed they did, too. They went back to our hotel across the street from Disneyland--and fucked!! And then rejoined us later. (Leah told me all this.)

I was jacking off hard watching them go at it now.

“Oh, Daddy, it feels SO good! Gimme that big dick Daddy! Fuck me harder--HARDER!!!” Dad was groaning and fucking jamming his cock into. The bed was creaking and squeaking, the headboard tapping the wall to their fuck-rhythm, as Leah moaned and kept saying in her little girl voice, “Daddy, NO! NO! NO!” and squirming as if trying to get away from him--taunting him and turning him on with this rape fantasy--”Don’t cum in me Daddy, I’ll have a baby, DON’T! DON’T!” (Whenever she said “DON’T! DON’T!” to me, when we fucked, it aroused me so much I immediately shot my load!).

He pounded harder saying, “Uh, Uh, FUCK!!!!!, FUCK!!!!!!!!”

“NO DADDY!!!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!”

They both growled like jungle primates as they orgasmed together. Her fingers had been working her clitoris the whole time. Dad slumped on her sweaty back, rolled off, and his semi-hard, wet cock flopped on his groin, relaxed after victory! (I shot my load in unison with them. All three of us cumming at the same time!)

Dad drifted off and fell asleep. Now was my chance to sneak out of the game room. Leah got up and whispered, “Now’s a good time. Go!”. Her just-fucked pussy was leaking Dad’s cum. She had a devilish grin. (I loved my slutty sister.) So, I took the half-full pee jug and her sperm-soaked thong with me.

After watching Dad and Leah that day, I started to accept what they had together. Leah knew I was jealous, and she got off on it. I knew that. And it made our sex all the more intense. I felt competitive with Dad no matter how much she said she preferred my cock to his. She told me she masturbated thinking about me, and never Dad. I bought that. That made me feel better. All the threesomes with her and Sadie, pumped up my ego, and I started to branch out and fuck their friends--all older than me. I never fucked girls my own age. I felt like I was beyond them. Too advanced. Would they be ready for me to take their virginity with my oversized cock? I was full of myself!

Leah let me spy on them many more times from the closet. (She told me she orgasmed really hard when she knew I was watching.) Dad wanted more and more from her--sexually. He liked schoolgirl rape fantasies. She relented, wearing a Catholic school uniform. In return, she expected more favors and gifts from him. She asked for money after they fucked. (She never charged me.) He paid her like some prostitute. But when she wanted a new car, he said it was out of the question. That always pissed her off. (So spoiled.)

Even if he could afford it--and he could--Mom wouldn’t approve of a new car. She was already jealous of all the attention “Daddy’s Girl” got from him. And she worried I was being left out. Dad didn’t dote on me like he did Leah. But Mom did. We bonded more and more as situations developed. It wasn’t a physical thing with us. But sometimes I did catch her eyeing my groin. And there was that time she caught me towel drying myself off in the bathroom after a shower. I had a raging hard on. She didn’t feel compelled to knock before she came in. When she saw me there naked and rock hard, she stared at my cock in disbelief, I think. I was packing nine inches of teen fury there. She said, “Oh, sorry honey!” and her eyes never left my cock as she backed out of the bathroom. But that wouldn’t be the first time.

Leah told me she did the same thing to her--many times--coming into the bathroom while she showered, masturbating with the hand-held showerhead! There weren’t locks on any of the doors in our house except the front and back. Our parents felt there was no reason for privacy. Their bedroom door was never closed.

Another time after the shower incident, she popped in my room, catching me jacking off. (I did it three or four times a day, so odds are she’d catch me doing it.) She, again, stood there frozen, staring, open-mouthed, as if she hadn’t considered I might be jacking off. I wondered if it turned her, no matter that I was her son. She apologized convincingly and left the room. It turned me on when she caught me. I squirted extra hard after she left. Afterall, more than just my mom--she was a sexually advanced woman who participated in group sex. No soccer mom!

Leah told me Mom walked in on her, masturbating with an electric toothbrush, (True, some girls do that, using the vibrating handle) Mom was cool about it, and together they bought her a proper vibrator online. One of the few times they got along.

Leah had her evil ways. To punish Dad for not buying her a new car, she would do or say suggestive things in front of Mom to make him nervous. That was her leverage. She could blackmail Dad. She told him she had videos of them fucking--she used her cell camera recording it. I got twenty bucks to video them from her closet vantage point. I didn’t know it would be to blackmail him. So, he bought her a nearly new car. That satisfied her but pissed off Mom.

Leah and Mom were in a perpetual, psychological “catfight”. A girl thing. A mom/daughter thing. Not all moms and daughters get along. After Leah went through puberty, it became competitive. Mom caught Dad on many occasions gazing at Leah’s very developed, young body. Especially that one summer. She was fourteen but had a woman’s body. Her legs were long, her butt, round and firm, and her breasts (those breasts!) were huge. She was top-heavy. Mom couldn’t compete with Leah when she walked around in her skimpy bikini. She was envious and jealous. She accused her of purposely cock teasing Dad. (Most men are weak and slaves to their dicks--even dads. Even our dad.) Mom knew this firsthand.

Maybe in Leah he saw a younger version of Mom. In that light, it felt natural to flirt and fantasize. He could pretend he was fucking Leah when he was fucking Mom. They both were vying for Dad’s eyes-for his attention. He knew this and loved the attention. Mom fought back by dressing younger and sexier for Dad. She dieted and lost about fifteen pounds and looked really hot--for a mom in her late thirties. All because of Leah. My pal Troy noticed how sexy Mom was looking, wearing short skirts, and cleavage-revealing tops. He told me I was lucky to have the hottest sister and mom in town. (When we jacked off, we would fantasize about them.)

Until she got her way, my sister made life miserable for anyone refusing her--until they gave in. She’d cuddle up to Dad on the couch and give Mom a defiant look. Their bodies were inappropriately close for a father and daughter. Too cozy. Mom caught on. I overheard them arguing one time. Mom said, “Don’t flaunt it, Dan. Don’t do that to me, to us. Are you losing it? Do you think Leah is interested in you--like THAT? You’re her father! We’ve gone over this haven’t we? About her joining the group? It’s not happening.”

(The group? She was talking about those couples they had over. The orgies in the basement. Swinging. Did Dad want Leah to be a part of that? As hot as she was and being only seventeen, she would get a lot of attention and a lot of cock her way. All the pussy she could eat. A lot of mouths devouring her body--the adult attention she craved. Is that what Dad was pushing for? And if that was the case, Mom must’ve known he was having a physical relationship with her.)

From an early age he planned to have sex with her and offer her to “the group”. Was Mom on board? Was she interested in her for sex, too? I had the feeling Mom would have nothing sexual to do with Leah. That was her “red line” NOT to be crossed. This was a bone of contention between Mom and Dad. This fueled the perpetual “catfight” between her and Leah.

I felt Mom gave me more attention after puberty. Maybe she compensated for how much attention Dad gave to Leah. (I’m speculating.) I sensed something was changing between us. We got closer. This was a delicate dance for all of us. Dad was addicted to Leah’s pussy. He told her that. (He could be crude at times.)

A shit storm happened when Leah and Dad fucked in my parent’s bedroom, and Leah forgot (on purpose?) her bra and panties. They were in a crumple next to the bed. Mom found them. She was furious at them! She was hurt that they fucked so brazenly on their bed! And they left the sheets full of wet spots and Dad’s cum. She got the message: They were lovers now!

I’ll never forget hearing their conversation. I pressed my right ear to their bedroom door.

“So, I found Leah’s bra and panties on our bed! OUR BED!!!”

“Okay, so?”

“So? Dan, is THIS how you wanted me to find out about you two? I figured it out, years ago, if you want the truth. I can’t compete with---HER!”

“It’s not like that. It just happened.”

“It didn’t JUST HAPPEN. I know you’ve wanted her since she was a little girl. Get real!”

“Not THAT young. You knew about this. You told me it was okay--up to a point. And I didn’t take it too far--for a long time.”

“Those camping trips you went on. Is that when this first happened? Was that when you fucked her?”

“Well, yeah, something happened. But SHE wanted to, Carol. She took advantage of me!”

“Oh, come on!”

“She was young. But she was ready, and she wanted us to touch. So, there was a lot of touching. And----oral.”

“Oral!! She on you or you on her?”

“Both, um, both.”

“So, our daughter sucked your cock, and you ate her little pussy? When did the fucking start?”

There was a long pause. “Last summer. (Liar. She told me they fucked when she was fourteen--three years ago!) It was that thong bikini you bought for her. You had to know what that would do to me! She looked so, so sexy. I blame you!!”

“Oh, so now I’m to blame. She wanted one. I told her she could only wear it at home, for the pool. Not for the beach. I saw how you looked at her in it. I saw how you two flirted in front of me. I regretted getting that. How could I ever compete with Leah? She liked her daddy lusting after her. I was naive.”

“Maybe you wanted something to happen, Carol! You know what pushes my buttons. Is that what you wanted to happen? I think you did.”

There was silence again.

“Carol, you know Leah’s been playing head games with you for years. You’re jealous of what YOU think we have. She flaunts it. She teases you. She leaves clues to test YOU, I think, and you fall for it every fucking time.”

“But you let her, Dan. If you knew she acted this way to hurt me--to hurt us--then why didn’t you discipline her? She deserves it. Are you going soft? I couldn’t get away with it if it were me. Hell, you’ve spanked me for far less. If I spend too much on clothes or max out the credit card, you spank me. If I refuse to fuck who you want me to fuck, like that black guy, Dante--even though we DID fuck--for three straight hours--you spanked me anyway for being a bitch about it. Remember? And I deserved that spanking, I know that.”

(Black guy? Oh yeah, there was this guy, Dante, who was black, and came around for a while. Both my parents were teachers at the university. He was one of Dad’s students that helped move some furniture. I remember he was still hanging out having lunch with Mom and Dad, when I left for Troy’s to jack off with him and another guy. (That’s yet another story) When I came back in the early evening, Dante’s car was still parked out front. I didn’t know he was fucking Mom downstairs in the game room. Dad was either watching, joining--or both. I found out the details later, (You’ll get that in another story, too) I was so drained from jacking off with the guys, I went to my room and fell fast asleep.)

Mom continued--

“Leah gets away with all this drama she creates. You know how it makes me feel. I’ve looked the other way when it comes to you two. I’ve been the good wife. When I found her wet panties and her bra, she left on OUR bed, that was it for me! You could’ve fucked her downstairs, Dan. I woulda never known. You wanted me to know. I see that now. I blame you for being so weak for young girls. You want young pussy. I like young girls, too, you know that. But not our daughter. All those coeds we’ve fucked downstairs--I don’t want that to stop any more than you do. You trained me SO well. (Sarcastic) But you HAD to throw THIS in my face--our own daughter!”