Chapter 3: Back Home In Front of My Mom

The trip back home only took a few minutes, thank god, as I rubbed myself the entire was, one hand between my legs and the other on my boobs. My dad kept looking over at me and smiling at my obvious distress. It was so mean of him to deny me what I needed. Well, maybe he wasn’t trying to be mean but that’s how I felt with my pussy feeling so lonely and empty.

Once home, we entered the basement from the garage and as I literally ran to my room, my mom was watching TV in the family room and called to me.

“Hey, what’s the rush?”

I just giggle at her and headed for the stairs. It was two stories to my room and by the time I got there, I didn’t intend to have any clothes left to take off. Just as I got to the top of the basement stairs, I overheard my mom asking my dad what was wrong with me. My dad just laughed loudly and replied, “She’s horny.” Well, that told my mom all she needed to know. She knew how it was when I got this way and she also knew there was just one way to bring me back to earth - a good fucking, preferable by my dad.

I reached my room, leaving a trail of clothes behind me on the steps such that I was naked by the time I passed through the open door. I flopped myself on the bed and turned over on my back, my head supported by a pillow such that I could see outside my room at whomever was coming. I lifted my knees up until my feet were flat on the bed and spread my legs apart for him to get an unimpeded view of my pussy when he came in. I couldn’t lay still but wiggled and bounced, trying to calm the storm raging in my crotch. There was only one way THAT was going to happen and it was on its way up the stairs. To my surprise yet again, my dad entered my room (THAT wasn’t the surprise) but right behind him was my mom.

“Hope you don’t mind if I watch,” my mom asked, “Something tells me this is going to be good.”

Hopefully, that would qualify as the understatement of the year. It was so like my mom to want to watch. VERY rarely she would join in. I could probably count on one hand how many times THAT had happened unless it was for my dad like on Father’s Day or his birthday. My mom and I had our own thing which worked for us but when it came to my dad, for some reason my mom loved to watch him fuck me. It was fucking me that she liked to watch, too. If I was just sucking his dick or playing grab-ass with him, she didn’t seem to care. What she liked most to see was his dick in me. What I think made it work for her was the confidence she had in her own relationship with my father. Their love was so deep, so beautiful, that nothing could ever come between them. Thus, I think she saw it more as watching her husband enjoy himself than worrying about him getting off with her daughter.

My mom pulled out my desk chair and took a seat as my dad quickly undressed. By the time he was naked my mom had her panties off as well and was wearing just a bulky sweatshirt. She leaned back in her chair and put her hand between her legs as she waited for her ‘show” to begin. All she needed was a bag of popcorn, a box of candy, and a soda!

My attention went from my mom to my dad as he got in bed with me and lifted himself over me and then laid beside me. Had he stayed on the other side all my mom would have seen would have been his hairy ass so it was thoughtful of him to get on the opposite side so she had a better view. He turned on his side and moved in tight against me, his upper leg over mine as he put one arm under my head and started to fondle my breasts with the other. I could feel his hard dick pressing into my side as he scooted himself in tight against me.

Leaning over me, we kissed and out tongues met. I felt like I was giving myself to him, handing myself over to his control as he squeezed my boobs and rubbed his dick against me.

With my one hand I reached between us and held onto his dick like it was some hard sausage. He felt so warm and stiff in my hand. I couldn’t really do anything but hold him as we were so tight against one another but it felt good to have him in my grip as we kissed passionately. Once again my pussy was tingling and my nipples were hard as he pinched them gently between his thumb and forefinger.

“I love you daddy,” I whispered as he took a breath for just a moment, “You can do anything you want to me ... anything. Just love me.”

There are few people in the world to whom I can make that statement - and mean it. Well, make that ONE person. I trusted my father more than anyone else in the world, (except maybe my mother but that is different). I meant what I said to him. In my heart I truly felt as if I was surrendering myself to him. I was his to do as he pleased and he knew it.

“Oh baby, I love you too,” he responded gently, his voice hoarse with lust.

He bent his head down and started to suck on my nipples, starting with the one closest to him and then leaning over me to suck on the other. He massaged each boob as he licked on the nipple, squeezing it and kneading it like bread. Gripping my nipple with his teeth, he pulled up gently on it and then released it, letting it snap back into place. Then his tongue would run circles around my nipples, playing over the dark areas of my areola, running over my nipple and then back over the fullness of my breast again. God it felt so good! I leaned my head back and closed my eyes so I could focus on the sweet sensations he created in my breast as he worked my boobs with his mouth, tongue and hand.

“That feel so good when you suck on them like that,” I sighed softly, putting my hand over his as he fondled me.

I liked to feel his hand underneath mine, feel his fingers move and then feel the corresponding results in my chest. His hand was so much larger than mine. He could cup my entire boob, lifting it up and squeezing it just right. As he continued to suck on them, his hand moved its way down, teasing my ticklish stomach and then I could feel a single finger playing along my pussy slit, staying just on the outside of it as he dragged his fingertip up and down the length of it.

Just as I was about to burst from the suspense, his finger moved over and easily slid between my wet pussy lips and found their way to my pussy hole. He gently pushed one finger into me, probing me and inserting just up to the first joint and moving it around in me in slow circles. The thick bundles of nerve endings at the entrance to my pussy all seemed to respond at the same time, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through me. My orgasm rose up quickly and before I knew it, I was cumming, and cumming hard, especially for my first one.

“Oh make me cum harder daddy!” I pleaded, reaching down and pushing his finger deeper into me.

He used his thumb to toy with my pussy while his fingers did their thing inside of me, toying with my pussy hole and then even moving down to my asshole. He didn’t try to push it in my ass but rather just played around the outside of it, making me cum even harder.

As my pussy was still reeling from my orgasm, his mouth left my boob and he began to kiss my stomach and then the top area of my crotch. His pulled his hand back and spread my legs further apart, then traced over the smooth soft inner surfaces of my upper thighs with the backs of his fingers. He moved his entire body down until he was between my legs with his arms around my legs and his hands under my ass, gripping me and lifting me up into his face. His tongue ran over my clit and I knew another orgasm was not far behind, even as the first one was barely history.

My dad didn’t eat pussy every time we fucked. In fact, he didn’t eat pussy just about any time we fucked. I have never quit figured it out, it just was the way things were. It wasn’t that he didn’t like to eat pussy - he licked my mom and Kristen all the time. I had never really asked him directly about it and when I mentioned it to my mom, she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “men, who knows why they do what they do.” So for whatever reason, he usually stuck with my boobs and fucking me. Today must have been really special because he buried his face in my pussy and quickly brought me to my second orgasm. My dad may not lick me often, but when he does, GOD it feels so good!

I would have loved to suck his cock some more but as my orgasm faded slowly away (it didn’t help that he never stopped licking me the entire time but then, who as in a hurry?). Today, though, it was like he substituted my mouth on him for his mouth on me as now he was ready to fuck me. Sometimes I got in a say in how we fucked but once he made up his mind that it was time to get down and fuck, that was it, no further comments accepted.