Chapter 11

Michelle shivered at hearing her father use her pet name while in the midst of fucking her mother and moved to sit in her desk chair, which was in the corner of the room by the ventilation duct, stipping off her damp panties along the way. Michelle spread her legs wide, and leaned back in the faux leather office chair, circling her clit with her thumb, and pinching her nipples with her other hand.

Sarah Lynch released a sustained moan, as she felt her husband’s cock swell inside her, at the mention of their daughter’s name. She actually knew why their weekend session was hotter and more passionate than usual, but never had the courage to discuss it with her husband, as she implicitly trusted that he would never act on his obvious incestuous fantasy.

“I’m sure Michelle is sound asleep,” replied her mother in a broken cadence, with softer moans peppered in between each word, “especially with how strong you mixed those whiskey sours.”

John Lynch felt the involuntary twitch of his hard cock deep inside his wife, when she mentioned their daughter’s name, as he fucked her from behind, feeling guilty and a bit ashamed about whom he was imagining in his mind.

Michelle closed her eyes and threw her head back, shocked, not only at hearing her parents discussing her in the middle of sex but at how incredibly aroused it was making her feel. She slid her hips forward and lifted her feet to the seat of the chair, and pushed a third finger inside herself, lamenting the fact that she had forgotten to pack her toys for the weekend trip home.

Michelle knew if she needed a good cum, to release all the confusion, frustration, desires, and self-doubts that had been building through the entire week, but she wanted, no needed, something more than her fingers to get her there.

“Oh my God! Chico! No!” Michelle exclaimed a little too loudly, startled at the warm tongue passing up from the crack of her ass to her clit. Michelle grabbed the head of her black lab, and moved his snout out her crotch, as she heard the squeaking from the next room come to an abrupt halt.

Michelle’s heart raced as she sat in utter silence, feeling guilty about interrupting her parents’ love-making, and feeling incredibly confused about the fireworks that went off in her brain at the two short licks delivered by Chico’s tongue.

“You can’t stop NOW!” demanded Sarah in the other room, the urgency in her voice a clear indication of how close she was to cumming.

“What about Michelle?” John Lynch whispered in reply, nodding his head toward the shared wall.

“FUCK MICHELLE!” Sarah emphatically replied, a little louder than seemed necessary, her words carefully chosen to encourage her husband to properly finish what he had started.

With another telltale twitch of his manhood, John Lynch slowly began to fuck his wife again, squeezing and rubbing the globes of her firm, white ass, as he picked up his pace, his cock harder than ever.