Getting Caught
Copyright© 2020 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 12
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 12 - A mother catches her son and daughter kissing passionately and touching. Her husband and her have fantasized during roleplay about them, so she secretly tapes them. They confront the teens, giving them a choice: concede to their sexual demands, or face prison. They reluctantly agree to the blackmail and make the best choice for them, and the parent's dreams come true. By the author of The Island, Justice, Blackmailed Mom, My Brother's Wife, The Haunting, My Desires, The Arrangement and more!
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex Petting
Her eyes open as I speak in a fatherly voice. “Time for dinner, Bre.”
She rolls her brown eyes with the look of perturbed innocence. “Can’t we just lay here, daddy?”
I let out a soft laugh. “Not unless you want me passing out on you.”
She smiles up at me in a way that reminds me so much of myself. “I don’t care if you do, daddy.”
I’m pulling further away as my eyes draw down to her wonderful nipples standing out so hard against her pale flesh. Her fingers slip away from my cheeks, which makes me wish we could lay here. I pull further back to see her legs spread before me with lips closed to her hole that took me so easily. Some of my cum can be seen on the pink, but most is buried deep within her.
I get up without saying a word, since the temptation of laying with her is great. My flaccid dick swings and bounces with each step in hopes that my wife does have dinner ready. Fingers touch my cheeks as my daughter tries to tempt me back to bed, and almost turn back to kiss her again.
The table’s in view as her fingers dig in, but the sandwiches and beer’s the greater temptation for an empty stomach and flaccid state. My wife smiles as her hard nipples peak over the table with a glass of red wine in her hand. I’m not the only one with a beer and my wife’s not the only one with wine. I’m not worried about my daughter’s tolerance to alcohol, since it takes more than that to get her drunk. That’s the only reason she would’ve taken as much of the single malt as she did with her brother.
I sit as my wife’s smile turns to a grin. “Sounded like you two had some fun.” I’m about to answer as cushion presses against ass, but Yoli doesn’t give either of us the opportunity to say anything. “Eat, drink and recover, for soon we shall all fuck.”
Laughter erupts from the table. Prior to last night, my wife never used language like that outside the cabin. I like this version of Yoli; relaxed and more easy going around our kids.
We all start to dig in to the simple meal that signifies so much. Being naked at the table’s freeing almost to the point of the cabin. There’s something special about this moment of relaxation. Neither of the kids are embarrassed about this moment. They’re both excited as they rush through their meals knowing what’s about to happen.