Chapter 5

We showered together after that and it had been surprisingly chaste, and there was a new sense of relaxed familiarity as we helped each other under the hot spray. Her tits felt wonderfully firm in my hands and I started to feel new tingles as she teased my nipples, and when I saw her eyes start to go heavy I had to pull away.

"None of that, you fiend. We better clean up and get organized"

"We are organized."

"I fix brunch and you fix the bed."

"The bed is just fine... ready..."

She leaned over to kiss me and as her mouth started to nibble I knew that there was a danger of the two of us dieing of starvation. I pulled my lips away but our bodies were still attached and I could feel her thighs press into mine. I almost let it happen.

"It's a mess. You got to strip it and put the sheets in the wash."

"OK. And in the meantime you put on your 'I got fucked' top while you make breakfast."

I stared at her, uncomprehending, and she started to giggle as she handed me the towel.

"You know. The 'San Francisco 69ers' jersey. You guys were really funny. You wore it every time after you and Dad did it."

"Not every time..."

"Braggart. After the real good ones then."

She was still laughing as she disappeared into her bedroom and I searched for the shirt. It was in the bottom of one of the drawers, and Annie was right. I did wear it after Phil and I had a particularly good fuck. He bought it for me as a lark and I loved it. It was loose and comfy even if a bit short, and we didn't think that the kids took notice of the miss-numbered logo. Annie obviously did. I stared at myself in the mirror, and wondered what Phil would say if he knew what was going on. He would have the biggest hard-on in his life. He was such a perv. He would sit and watch and then would join in and would fuck both of us crazy. I could almost see it happening, the three of us on our big bed, with me on my back and Annie eating my pussy, and Phil kneeling behind his daughter, pumping his stiff cock into her horny cunt. I wondered now if they ever did it, and the thought sent sex-chills down my spine. I stood there, staring at my image in the mirror and flattered myself by thinking that I looked like Oprah, and that made me feel good. I thought she looked beautiful especially after she lost all that weight and wondered sometimes if she had tits like mine. They were big and heavy and sagged a little but they were sexy as hell and they felt really good in my hands. I bent to lick a nipple, imagining that the sexy star was feeding it to me, and was almost tempted to go for the other boob. Then I heard Annie complain that I was killing her by starving her to death and so I forced myself to end the foolishness and start on breakfast.

Once we started to eat I realized that I was incredibly hungry and so was Annie and even though she moaned about the calories, she finished her bacon and eggs, and the way she wiped her plate with her toast I wondered if she would actually lick it the way she did sometimes when she was little. And just like Sundays long ago, it was good old mom who ended up with stacking the dishes into the dishwasher. I felt wonderful and was listening to her chatter and didn't even notice when she stopped talking. Then I did and knew she was watching me.

"So you found it. And it still fits."

"Just. Feels a bit tight. I think it shrank a little."

"Uhm. Of course it did. God you look hot in that."

She stood behind me and I stood still as her lips brushed over my neck, and then her hand was on my ass and her tongue was hot in my ear.

"And still no panties..."

"I forgot..."

"Yeah. Just like you used to. There is no way you didn't know what you were doing those times. No bra and no panties and the thing hardly covered your ass..."

"It covered things just fine. You just had a dirty mind even then."

"Yes... and I think you knew it."

I wanted to say something but then her mouth shut me up, and I felt her hand slip between my legs moving upward, and stood still as her thumb brushed over the crease. It started out lightly but then her tongue began to move deep, and I twisted my head aside.

"You are a maniac. Behave yourself."

"I am on my best behaviour. You want me to help?"

"Almost finished with these, but I got to get down to the..."

She kissed me again and I could taste the sex-muskiness on her breath. I was trembling as I pushed her away and turned back to the counter. I heard her cleaning the table and even without looking I felt her eyes on me, and somehow that made me conscious of how sluttish I looked. I knew that every time I moved she could see my tits jiggle and when I bent even just a little she could see the lower edge of my naked ass, and after a while the realization began to turn me on. I was careful to focus on the sink, but my nipples were hardening into bullets, and as my pussy started to leak. I thought of what she had said. That I had known what I was doing preparing breakfast looking like a slut... Then she made a little sound and I turned to her and caught my breath. She was sitting on the built in bench with one foot resting on the seat, and she had my vibrator stroking into her gaping hole while her eyes were riveted on my body.

"I found it with the sheets. I thought you would have something bigger... Bend down more. Pull it up just a bit. I want to look at you. I know showing off turns you on. More... higher. I want to see your ass..."

I did it without thinking and even arched my back a little and felt my tits press against the counter top. I knew she could see way up and knew that deep down I had been hoping for something like this when I left my panties off and put on half heels earlier. And she was so right about me being an exhibitionist. I felt the shirt slide a fraction higher and guessed that she could see my pussy and shuffled my feet apart.

"God... so hot! More! You are such a slut... a big beautiful horny slut."

"Annie... we can't..."

"Your pussy is wide open... You are sopping."

Her voice sounded strained and I couldn't trust myself to respond. It felt great to know that looking at me turned her on, but I never imagined that I had this kind of effect on her. I felt her beside me and hunched lower.

"We got to stop... it's too much..."

"Stop saying that... You know you want this."

I almost jumped as I felt the hard moist tip press into the crease and raised up on my toes. She was right. I wanted it.

"I saw dad fuck you with this once. Right here..."

"Oh god..."

"... you two came home from a party and had too much to drink and he couldn't get it up..."

"... Booze is a bitch. Even with Viagra..."

"You sucked his cock. Talked dirty to him... Kept begging him to fuck you."

"... what... are you trying to... do to meee?"

I was whimpering with frustration and ground my ass backward to increase contact but she was a sadistic bitch and kept on teasing me, and I wondered if I would cum yet again...

"... Do what you did. Beg me to fuck you."

She tried to keep the tone light, but her voice was trembling a little, and I hunched back harder.

"Oh Jesus. Do it! Put it in me. I want it in me you bitch! Fuck it up my cunt, you teasing whore. Fuck me!"

"That's not where you really want it... your pussy needs a rest. He fucked your ass with it..."

She was licking into my ear and began to move that plastic tube back and forth between my swollen cunt lips to get it moist, and I lunged back at her again. I remembered that night and this was like déjà vu.

"Anything. I feel like a slut. Came so many times and I still want you to fuck me. My ass, my mouth, my cunt Everything..."

"You are a slut. We both are. Like mother like daughter. You used to drive me nuts when I was a kid. You don't know what you did to me when you wore that thing and I knew you two been fucking. I could hardly take my eyes off you you were so hot. Used to go to my room and masturbate like mad, thinking of you down here, all naked under that shirt. Your tits, your ass... Your big nasty nipples. I used to cum like crazy."

"Cum now! Play with your cunt and cum now. Tell me what you want..."

"Your camera. The digital one. Where is it?"

"Not that! We can't..."

"We can! I want to remember this. Where?"

I told her and she left and I couldn't move. We had been at each other the whole night and there had to be an end, but my body was unable to function. Pictures. Oh god, pictures! She was my daughter, but there was so much of Phil in her too. Phil and his pictures...

'... Christ babe, she is a little piglet, isn't she. A gorgeous little piggy feeding on mommies' big tities. No, don't cover up... get rid of that thing. You look beautiful... breastfeeding suits you. Just a couple more shots. God I love your nipples. So does she, the little pervert. Just look at her... feasting on that nasty nipple. They are like big fat berries when you get hot. I guess you get hot feeding her. You look horny. Stay there, feed her the other one. This is going to be good. Come on Pam just a few more. You know you like this. You like your tits sucked. Imagine having some of those construction guys here, watching you. doing this. They like big jugs and hairy pussies. Come on hon, spread your legs and show them your sloppy cunt. Yes. Turn this way. More... You are getting into this aren't you baby? You are leaking. Come on... lick it. Just bend down a little and lick it off. Now suck it... I bet you can suck it. Like that. God that's obscene: sucking one tit while your baby is sucking the other. God you are a slut. A horny exhibitionist slut. Now your cunt! Just turn to me and open up. Come on, come on, you know you like this. You wouldn't believe how open you are. Your clit is like a spike. Yes baby, yes, two is good but three is better. Oh baby you are such a whore fucking yourself like that. Imagine it's a big cock... your daddy's big cock... going in, drilling in while you are sucking your big tits. That gets you hot doesn't it, doesn't it slut? You are thinking of him aren't you? Imagining your daddy's old prick fucking your horny gash. Fast and hard... fast and hard! You are getting there, aren't you? You gona cum thinking of it... gona cum big. Cum!'