Chapter 5: Mom and I Put on a Show For My Dad

This time on the way to hotel I masturbated as there was no way I could keep my hand off my hot pussy after having just been fucked by my dad, not to mention knowing there was more dick where that came from waiting for me in our room. Who knows, maybe mom might join in as well?

When we arrived at the hotel I was so engrossed with what I was doing in the back seat that I didn’t even realize where we were until the valet came to get the keys from my dad. I quickly pulled down my dress but he probably got a brief glimpse of what I had been doing. Not that it really mattered. Actually he was a pretty hot college guy and for all I cared, he could have joined me in the back seat!

As the three of us walked through the lobby, I could feel the stares of the men and I wondered what they would say if they knew how hot my pussy was at the moment. I was so damn horny I could have taken them all on but I knew better things waited for me up in our room. Once in the elevator, my dad started teasing me, reaching under my dress to rub my pussy with his fingers.

“John, they DO have cameras in these things nowadays you know,” my mother hissed at him.

It was a moot point as we quickly arrived at our floor and soon were back in our room. No sooner than the door was closed than my mom hugged my dad and I stood by as I watched them kiss. If there is one thing I feel fortunate about, it’s the love my parents have for one another. Hopefully when I get married, twenty five years later I’ll still be loved by my husband as much as my dad loves my mom, and the same for my mom’s love for him.

People are always asking me if they swing or if they ever would have sex with me and someone else? All I can say is anyone who asks such a silly questions doesn’t have a clue about my parent’s marriage. Neither one of them would ever cheat on the other. It has nothing to do with getting “consent”, as neither of them would deny the other something they truly wanted. No, they simply wouldn’t do it out of respect for each other. I can’t ever picture my dad fucking another woman; it’s not even something I fantasize about!

“Would you want to watch tonight?” I heard my mom whisper softly to my dad.

My heart seemed to skip a beat when I heard her say that. Normally whenever my dad fucked me, my mom would not get involved, at least not directly. If anything, she might watch and masturbate but as for making it a three-some, that just wasn’t the norm. She had explained it to me once that so far as she was concerned, my dad fucking me was something she allowed because she knew how much he wanted it. Since I was their daughter, it wasn’t like he was cheating by fucking another woman. Instead, she saw it similar to when he masturbated watching some porn movie. Sure the movie turned him on and helped him get off, but it wasn’t like it changed anything between them. So it was with him fucking me. I satisfied his needs and made him happy, but he never substituted me for my mom. Thus for her to join in would be like interrupting him when he was masturbating.

Despite all that, my mom recognized that my father WAS a male and he DID have certain fantasies and needs that she could satisfy without compromising her marriage vows. What guy doesn’t jerk off thinking of two women getting it on. Other than twin sisters, most guys tell me a mother-daughter relationship is the hottest thing for them to watch. Why should my dad be any different?

My dad grinned at her suggestion and she steered him over to the sofa where he took a front row seat for the show she intended to put on for him. Then she turned back to me and smiled. I could feel goose bumps rising all over me in anticipation. God, it had been like forever since we had done anything like this!

“What do you say Kelly, shall we give him a show?”

Well duh! I didn’t need to answer as she knew perfectly well how I felt about it. I couldn’t say which aspect turned me on more, having my dad watch us or just being together with my mom. We hadn’t done anything sexual together in over a month, which wasn’t all that unusual and actually it typically was longer than that between times. In contrast, my dad enjoyed doing me every chance he could! The difference was my dad did it to get off and what could turn him on more than fucking his daughter (putting my mom aside for the moment)? My mom and I were more like close friends, maybe even lovers, when we met in bed. Sure it felt good to be with her, but emotionally being with her was the most intense and intimate experiences of my life.

We met in the middle of the room and she kissed me as we wrapped our arms around each other. Her lips felt so soft and full! God she smelled wonderful and I tingled as she ran her hands through my hair while her tongue explored my mouth. My father may dominate me in that I submit myself to him out of respect as his daughter. My mom also dominates me sexually but it is her maturity and experience that drives our roles rather than me feeling I am required to submit myself to her.

“I love you mom,” I whispered softly as our lips parted ever so slightly.

“Yes Kelly, I love you too,” she sighed as I grabbed her ass in my hands through her dress and pulled her in tight to me.

As if an unspoken command had been uttered, we parted and quickly dropped our dresses to the floor. Neither of us was wearing anything underneath them which meant the only thing left was to kick off our heels and leave the jewelry on the nightstand. The two of us stood apart and I gazed at my beautiful mother’s nude body. Oh sure she wasn’t twenty two like me, but for a woman her age she was still remarkably fit and sexy.

My mom took me by the hand and led me to the bed where I climbed on and laid flat on my back with my head supported by a couple of pillows. My mom laid to the side of me, draping her upper leg over me and pushing up against me until her crotch was pressed against my high. She ground her pussy into me, rubbing herself against my leg as she put her arm over me and held my breast in her hand.

“God you feel so soft and warm,” she murmured as she buried her face in my hair, tickling my ear lobe with her tongue.

Her large breasts pressed against me as she let her hand wander all over me, fondling me gently as she let her fingertips do most of the touching. When her hand reached my crotch, she rubbed her middle finger down along my pussy slit and then to my pussy hole where she pushed it up inside of me. Once she wetted her finger in me, she pulled it out and used it to wet the rest of my pussy and clit before bringing her finger to her mouth to taste me.

“Mmmmmmm, I think you still have some of your dad’s cum in you,” she giggled. “He must have really left a load in you!”

Indeed he had but at the moment, all I could think about was the feel of my mother’s nude body against mine. It was one thing to lay next to her in bed nude watching TV or just falling asleep. There wasn’t anything really sexual or erotic about that. This was different. She wasn’t laying against me just because we happened to be next to each other. No, she desired me and loved me and wanted to share herself with me. What more could a daughter ask of her mother?

“I think I need to get a closer look,” she giggled as she sucked on her finger again.

I watched as she moved down to the end of the bed. Spreading my legs apart for her, she kneeled between them and reached out to run her hand over my pussy and inner thighs.

“You know, you’ve really become a beautiful woman,” she said, our eyes meeting as her finger found my clit. My body tensed and my hips lifted upward as her fingertip rubbed me in just the perfect way to set me off. God my mom knew EXACTLY how to touch me!