He whisked off the duvet under which I cowered. I didn't think he was really angry, I was pretty sure he was only acting, but he was still intimidating, still scary. I hoped it was only mock anger, something to give pretense to the punishment he would soon mete out, but real or not I knew the spanking would hurt just as much.
Which was fine by me. I wanted it to.
He gripped me by the scruff of my neck and pinned me face down, naked, against the mattress.
"Girls who deliberately provoke get punished, don't they?" he murmured in my ear.
Even his tone was making me wet, and as he held me with one hand, I felt my ass rise up slightly, involuntarily, as if in offering. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered, closing my eyes.
Fuck, it had all happened so fast... one day we were a normal family, or so I'd thought. The next, it became apparent that not only did Daddy lust after me, his nineteen-year-old daughter, but now Mommy knew what we'd been doing. And she was back from her trip tomorrow, too. That was going to cause some interesting fireworks.
Daddy's hand on my ass brought me back to the present with a stinging slap. "It's almost as though you want to be punished," he hissed against my ear.
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered. He was right, I did. I fucking loved it when he spanked me. The feel of his hands on my body, claiming me; the tingles that each blow sent straight through to my sex. I couldn't help it, I got so fucking wet so fucking fast. Was it submission? Knowing that I was naked and helpless before him, unable to resist as he punished me, as his hand cracked into my ass with a blow that sent a burning, searing sensation through my soft flesh? I gasped with each blow, my ass warming quickly beneath his strikes.
It wasn't just the physical response; it was the knowledge that he loved it too. I'd heard him spanking Mommy, and he'd loved that just as much. I knew it excited him, and I wanted to be the cause of that excitement -- at least for the brief opportunity I had, while Mommy was away.
As if to make the point, I felt his fingers trail down the crack of my ass, dipping lower still to brush against my slick wetness. I moaned as my back arched, my butt pushing up towards his probing fingers. Oh yes, that's right -- we weren't pretending anymore. We'd got way past this simply being an innocent punishment. I'd heard him spanking Mommy, and I'd heard her call him Daddy as he had done. That had completely changed the way I saw both of them. It had taken some persuading, but I'd irrevocably shown Daddy that when he spanked my bare bottom he responded the way he did when he spanked Mommy, the way any man would, and I was totally okay with that. In doing so, I'd also shown him that my body was his to use. I'd offered it to him, and now he was taking advantage. He didn't need to stop after he'd spanked me; he could continue however he wished.
"Girls who push for spankings deserve bigger punishments," I heard him say, his lips still close to my ear. I moaned my arousal at his words. "How should I punish my little girl?"
"Anyway you want, Daddy," I whimpered my response to him. "Every way you want, Daddy." We'd already established he could do whatever he wanted to me. He'd fucked my mouth, called me his little slut, slept with me naked in his bed. I was still naked, and we were once again on his bed. Surely, that was reason enough? God, I wanted him to fuck me so badly. Did he want me to beg? I'd happily beg if he wanted it. I expected him to tell me to do just that.
Instead, he chuckled. I hadn't expected that.
It was a deep chuckle, one that started so low within him it hardly made it out, a noise of whimsical amusement at my expense. "My girl is desperate for her daddy, isn't she?" he said, and I could hear the smug humor in his tone. He deserved a certain level of smugness as far as I was concerned; he was the strongest, sexiest daddy a girl could have, and he was mine. Still, with such a smug tone I might have been tempted to give him some snarky comment back, as he stood beside the bed, bending over me, his lips so close to my ear I could feel his breath, but his hand still pinned me with his firm grip on my neck, and all thoughts of disrespect quailed beneath that dominance. Even so I might still have goaded him more, made some comment that would've got me in worse trouble just to see what he would do, if it wasn't for his other hand, the one that had again delved between my legs, and this time even deeper still.
I felt him push his finger inside me, and any words were forgotten. Hell, I could barely think, let alone talk; my only reaction was my ass lifting up, as if in reflex, offering myself to him submissively. My daddy had his finger inside me, stroking me, even as he kept me pinned helpless to his bed, and I was nothing more than a whimpering puddle.
"Very well, Bubs," he said, and even his pet name for me seemed appropriate in that moment. "Let me tell you how I'm going to punish you." Oh fuck, yes. Tell, me, please. "First, I'm going to put this underneath you." His hand left the back of my neck long enough to grab a pillow, and I felt his fingers brush my hip. I lifted at his light insistence, and he slid the pillow beneath. It was surprisingly firm, serving to lift and angle my pelvis, and I knew my ass was raised, my pussy now even more on display. Hmm, it seemed my kinky parents had a sex pillow, and it was now beneath me. I realized that Daddy had fucked Mommy over this, and now was about to fuck me too -- I hoped. God, this was some kinky shit. They were some kinky shit. Well, and me too, I supposed, since I was here and naked and about to get about as intimately involved as it was possible to be.
Daddy seemed to like the way I was now exposed, for his fingers splayed down over my pussy once more, spreading my wetness around. "There's my little slut," he said, as he gave my raised ass another slap. And I was. His little slut, I mean. Proffered over his pillow, naked on his bed, aroused and wet for him with my ass glowing warmly from his spankings -- what else could I be? I'd only had sex once before in my life, and I was certain that whatever Daddy did to me in the time to follow would be a completely different experience from what Kenny Davis had managed in well under a minute, that first and only time.
"And now I'm going to fuck you." I almost came from those words alone, and my body trembled with the impact of them.
Behind me, I heard Daddy remove his robe. I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty certain he was naked beneath. I couldn't turn my head enough to see, but I felt the bed shift under his weight as he climbed on behind me, and a moment later both his hands were stroking over my ass.
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, gently spreading my cheeks wide, exposing the most intimate parts of me to his eyes. As if I wasn't already displayed enough. "Should I take your ass first, or your delicious little wet pussy?"
I whimpered at the question, knowing it wasn't up to me. To be fair, I didn't mind either way; I'd have preferred it if he took my pussy, because I had a burning need to be filled there and I really wanted to experience what sex could be like -- the fleeting act when I lost my virginity had hardly counted. But too, I knew my ass was his whenever he decided to take it, and fuck if that thought didn't turn me on even more. I wanted him to take me in every hole, to possess me as much as he possibly could, but at that moment I wasn't in a fit state to make decisions. As far as I was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted with me, and I just wished he would. Soon. Now.
"Please fuck me, Daddy," I begged.
He chuckled again, that deep, masculine chuckle. "I like it when you beg me, Bubs."
I felt his weight press gently against me and then his cock was between my thighs, hard and warm. I didn't try to stifle the moan that escaped. He pushed the tip of himself against my wet, open sex and just held there, teasing me. I groaned my need and pushed my hips back against him, but he just pulled away completely, and then adjusted his weight to one arm so he could bring his hand down on my ass again.
"Sluts wait until Daddy is ready," he said, and I'd heard the tone he'd used a hundred times. It was the I'm-not-taking-any-shit tone, the tone that said he'd already been pushed to the point where he wasn't being playful anymore. I'd grown up with that tone. I'd just never heard that tone used with words such as those in a context such as this. It changed his voice from merely authoritarian to insanely hot dominance, and I whimpered my submission in response.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whispered, trying to force myself to relax across the pillow he'd placed beneath me, to keep my ass up in offering and to hold still for him. "I will try and be a good girl for you."
He seemed to like that, for his cock came back again, pushing once more against my opening. "Do you want this?" he asked, and I could hear the strain in his voice of holding his body in that position, of keeping himself from driving into me.
"Yes please, Daddy, please," I begged, fighting to resist the urge to squirm beneath him, my hips twitching in anticipation.
He drove forward, his groin slapping into my ass with the sudden force of his thrust, pushing the oh-so-hard rigidity of his cock into the softness of my pussy, penetrating me, stretching me, filling me so full that I cried out at the pain and pleasure of it. It was like he'd stabbed me with his cock, forced me to part for him, and if I hadn't already been so wet and willing, I knew it would've hurt like fuck. He'd done it deliberately, a show of his dominance over me, taking me in one movement, and I could not object or protest. I was, after all, his slut.
He ground his hips against my raised ass, taking a moment to rub himself inside me as I slowly adjusted to his size. I didn't know if he was bigger than Kenny Davis had been, but it didn't really matter; it was the comparison of the master to the bumbling amateur, for Daddy knew what he was doing, and Kenny hadn't had a fucking clue. Daddy felt bigger, filling me more than even my toys did, my pussy still growing used to the feel of him there, but even before I'd fully adjusted, he began to move.
I felt him pull away slowly then drive forward once more, and he wasn't just going through the motions of fucking, he was making each thrust about taking me. Each thrust was deliberate, the emphasis on penetration, a study on dominance. Each thrust filled me completely until his hips slapped into my ass and yet he still pushed forward. He'd warmed my butt previously with some of his well-balanced spanks, and the coolness of his skin against the sting of mine added just a tiny bit of spice to the main event.
He braced himself on one arm -- I knew he had his weights and the gym, but he really was fucking fit, and as the beneficiary I wasn't complaining as he displayed what he could do -- and I tensed in anticipation of the slaps that would no doubt come down on my ass. But that wasn't his goal at all, and instead I felt him fist his hand in my hair, pulling my head up from the bed. I gasped, my back arching, and then my gasps became cries as he began to thrust into me faster, using the convenient grip of my hair to pull against with each thrust, until my body was one continuous sensation, from the roots of my hair down to my tingling ass and roughly-taken cunt.
Fuck, but I was so his, and everything he did merely served to emphasize that. He wasn't just inside my body, he was inside my head too.
My orgasm struck without warning; it felt so different from when I played with myself, when I could sense it coming a way off. This one just arrived; one moment I was at the peak of arousal, driven there rapidly by Daddy's masterful control of my body, and the next I was convulsing beneath him, my pussy clenching around him with involuntary spasms of pleasure, and the gasps and cries he was forcing from me jumped another octave.
"Yes," he hissed between thrusts, "come when your daddy fucks you, you little slut."
Any time I thought things couldn't get more intense, he just had to say something like that. My orgasm changed from a sudden arrival in my loins to a something that gripped my whole body, my whole soul, just from the words he'd uttered. I trembled beneath him with the force of it, and my cries died completely; I couldn't make any noise any longer, just gasp for breath as he fucked me still. I was so lost in the intensity of it all, the sensations, his dominance, my powerlessness and submission, and the overarching knowledge that this was Daddy, fucking me and making me his.
And just as I thought it couldn't grow any more intense, it did. He tensed above me, his thrusts growing shorter and more urgent. I could swear I felt his cock swell within me and then he was spurting into me. Daddy was coming in my body, filling my pussy with his seed, and the orgasm I'd been desperately riding for fuck-knows how long redoubled in its intensity. I still couldn't make a sound; my mouth was open, but my body had given up, surrendering to everything, to him, and my utter helplessness. My whole world was the feeling of his cock spurting inside me, his cum splashing against the walls of my sex, and my pussy clenching around him as my own orgasm milked him for every drop he had.
I heard him grunt as he held himself over me, his hips grinding into my ass again as he let himself bathe in the sensations of his own release, and it was a long moment before he finally relaxed over me, his body weight pushing me down into the bed.
We were both breathing hard, and my heart was hammering in my chest. I could even feel his heart beating against my back where he lay over me. And then, just when I thought we were done, he used the convenient handle of my hair to pull my head to one side, and sunk his teeth into the side of my neck.
I gasped, crying out from the suddenness of it, the pain -- although there wasn't much of that; or if there was, it was mellowed by the wash of endorphins from the biggest orgasm I'd ever had in my life. The after-tremors of that orgasm were still making my body tremble, but as he bit me, I knew what he was actually doing: he was marking me. It was possessive, showing his ownership of me, and on the back of this thought the next after-tremor I had felt like a full-blown orgasm. It was such a show of dominance that my back arched reflexively, my ass pushing up against his groin, and again he chuckled his masculine chuckle.
"Good girl," he murmured against my ear, and I just about came again. Damn, but everything this man did was as sexy as fuck. How had I not seen it before this weekend? I had been blind. But I knew now, and I planned on enjoying it as much as I could.
"Your good girl, Daddy," I whispered in reply, and slowly rubbed my body up against his.
"Mmm, and don't you forget it," he said.
As if I ever could, I thought, then voiced that reaction. "I never will, Daddy."
He rolled off me onto this back on the bed beside me, slipping from inside me as he did, and I whimpered the loss of him.
"Turn over," he said, and as I obeyed him, he whisked the sex pillow from beneath me, letting me lie down comfortably on the bed. "I have some rules you need to know."
"Yes, Daddy."
"First, the cum I give you must never be wasted."
Again I shivered at his words, as even after he'd finished fucking me he still was enforcing his dominance. "Yes, Daddy," and my hand dipped down between my legs, one fingertip scooping up the trickle of his cum that had already leaked from inside me. I met his eyes as I lifted my finger to my mouth, sucking it clean, tasting him.
"Good little cumslut," he said, heat in his gaze as he watched me.
I shivered at his words as I trailed my hand down over my nakedness, but his gaze stayed on my face, waiting as I collected the next load of his seed and brought it to my mouth. I was his cumslut, his good little cumslut, and I was eating all his cum from my recently-fucked pussy.
"Second," he said softly, watching me as I fed more of his cum to my waiting tongue, "I like to be woken up with your mouth in the mornings."
"Yes, Daddy," I said, as I dipped my fingers into my sex for the next load of his cum. I'd already figured that out; the conversation I'd overheard with Mom had implied as much. I wondered if she did the same thing and thought it quite likely. But she wasn't here, and I was -- at least for one more morning. I lifted my fingers to my mouth, sticky with the mixture of his seed and my own wetness, and licked the taste of him from my fingers as I thought about waking him up with my mouth on his cock.
He turned onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand trailing lightly across my stomach and up to my breast. "I also require you to be ready and wet whenever I want you," he said, taking my nipple between finger and thumb and pulling slowly.
"Yes, Daddy," I said again, shivering at the implications. I really didn't see too many problems with that request: I knew I'd be wet as soon as I saw him, or as soon as he spoke to me. Or glanced at me. Fuck, but he'd so very quickly turned me into his slut. His rule meant that he would simply take me, or play with me, whenever he wished. That was fine by me too.
I pushed two fingers inside myself, making sure I'd captured the last of his seed, and again licked my fingers clean while he talked to me.
"No boyfriends without my express permission."
"Of course, Daddy," I said. Like any of them could live up to him. The thought hadn't even crossed my mind.
"Are you done?" he said, nodding slightly towards my hand.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Then clean me off with your mouth," he said, rolling again onto his back. "That's another rule," he said, as I knelt up beside him and lowered my face to his groin.
"Yes, Daddy," I murmured softly, feeling his hand slide into my hair to guide my mouth to his semi-hard cock. I licked slowly, tasting his skin and the remaining residue of his cum and mine that lingered still. I took his cock between my lips and into my mouth, sucking gently as I licked him, and as I did so I realized I had now taken all his cum into my body. I remembered my promise to myself of the day before, to ensure I had some of his cum forever inside me, and moaned around him in the pleasure of it.
I let him slip from my mouth long enough to say, "Thank you, Daddy."
It was some time before we were both satisfied that my tongue had properly cleaned him.
*
Eventually we got up and took a shower; it was as much fun to wash Daddy as to be washed by him, and as he began to grow hard again it almost looked like we wouldn't get anything else done all day, but in the end, he stepped from the shower with a final slap on my ass.
"Lunch on the deck in twenty minutes," he said, walking out of the ensuite and back into the bedroom. "You can wear that bikini of yours -- or come as you are.""Yes, Daddy."
I heard him in the next room for a few moments before he went downstairs, and I finished drying off and made my way to my own room. The bikini would be a good choice -- it was the catalyst for all of this, after all -- but I had another idea. I chose a diaphanous sarong that I'd picked up for beach wear the year before and wrapped it lightly around my hips a couple of times. I was basically nude but not; sometimes, it was fun to unwrap the present. If he didn't like it, he could pull it off me easily enough, and I couldn't help a shiver as I considered that I hadn't literally obeyed his command. He could punish me, if he wished. Another spanking, and all that would entail. There were worse things.
By the time I'd got downstairs he already had a salad ready, with bread and cheeses to go with it and a couple of small bottles of beer. It looked divine, and I realized how hungry I was. Being fucked by Daddy really gave me an appetite.
"Hmm," he said, as he looked up and saw me. "Not quite nude, and obviously no bikini -- but I'll accept it, because you look so fuckable and hot."
I smiled at him and walked to him, pressing my bare breasts against him as I went up on my toes to give him a kiss. "Thank you, Daddy."
We ate on the deck, and it was nice knowing I could begin to erase what tan lines I had on my breasts. I really didn't like tan lines one little bit, and I was sure Daddy would appreciate them gone too.
"I have work to do this afternoon," he said once we'd finished. "I'll be in my office for most of the rest of the day." He took a sip of beer, "Any plans?"
"Just laze around by the pool, I suppose," I said, closing my eyes and stretching slowly, knowing he was watching. "I'll just be lying out here, in the sun, all naked... probably playing with myself while I think about you fucking me... and poor you, stuck behind your desk all afternoon."
I opened my eyes to glance at him mischievously, in time to see his lips twitch in amusement.
"Do you know what happens to little girls who tease?" he asked.
I blinked at him innocently. "Do they get punished, Daddy?"
He chuckled that deliciously dirty chuckle of his. "They do."
"Oh, goody," I said.
I helped him carry in the plates, and he gave my ass a slap as he went to his office.
"Mom will be back tomorrow, so enjoy your last few hours of freedom," he said, as he walked off.
That was a strangely ominous comment.
*
Later that night I lay awake in his bed, naked and wrapped in his arms as he slept, thinking about our day and all that had happened.
I'd quickly got bored by the pool by myself, because there was nothing more I wanted than to be with him. I didn't want to be alone, knowing he was there in the house. I'd wandered back inside, shedding my sarong as I went, and padded naked into his office while he'd been on a call. I'd stayed there all afternoon, kneeling at his feet beneath his desk, contentedly pressing myself to his legs while he did his work. Sometimes his hand would come down and tussle my hair, or maybe he'd push one of his fingers between my lips to suck for a moment or two. Those touches were the best.
It wasn't the only thing he made me suck, of course, and I did everything I could to make him moan or twitch while he was on one of his video calls, but his control was absolute. He never did. He just slid his hand into my hair and used it as a handle as he fucked my mouth, all the while talking to colleagues about the construction project he was overseeing. If they only knew what was going on beneath the desk.
After dinner we made love gently, a complete contrast to our earlier punishment-fucking, and he took ages taking me to the edge and keeping me there with the lightest of teasing touches of fingers and tongue. It was a worse punishment than the spanking, though delicious in its own way, and by the end I was nothing more than a puddle, a slut begging to be allowed to come, for her daddy to fuck her again. He did. Eventually.
Damn him for his hot dominance and total control. I thought I had Daddy wrapped around my finger; turned out the direct opposite was actually true.
Afterwards, I'd cleaned him off with my tongue as per his rules, then cleaned all his cum from inside me, too. I fucking loved the taste of him and was sure I was only growing more addicted over time. How many times had he come inside my body now? Four, I thought, in the space of two days. Twice in my mouth, twice in my pussy -- though the latter had, of course, ended up in my mouth too. He hadn't taken my ass yet, but I knew he was thinking about it when he'd fucked me from behind that morning.
And tomorrow Mommy would be home. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I'd heard Daddy talk to her on the phone, so she clearly already knew at least some of what we'd been doing, even if she didn't know all the details. I wanted to say I felt no guilt, but that wasn't entirely true. I'd been fucking Daddy, yes, but he was also her husband. I wondered how she would respond to that. Daddy and I hadn't really discussed it; I think deliberately, on his part. It was like a secret that he was keeping from me, how Mommy would respond. Not only had she known, but she'd had two days when she couldn't do anything about it, for her frustrations to build and for her to make her own plans. The thought made me shiver against my sleeping Daddy, and I pulled his arm more tightly around me.
I drifted off to sleep with only the thought of what I must do when I awoke, and to make sure I woke before him.
My mouth on his body again. Pleasant dreams indeed.
*
I woke to an empty bed, and an immediate sense of loss and regret. I hadn't woken before him, and I knew he wouldn't be pleased. Plus, I'd missed the chance to have him in my mouth again, and that was most disappointing.
I padded naked into the bathroom, taking care of my morning routine. My thoughts were in disarray as I brushed my teeth. Was Daddy cross with me for not waking him as per his rules? Was Mommy cross with me for fucking Daddy? Today was not starting as I'd hoped, and it didn't bode well for Mommy's return.
It was with a sense of trepidation that I made my way slowly downstairs.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he said, looking up from his laptop at the breakfast table.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I blurted, looking down in dismay. "I meant to wake up before you, I really did."
He chuckled softly and pushed back from the table, holding his arms open to me. I went to him quickly, curling up naked in his lap. "You had a busy day yesterday, Bubs, and I needed to get up early. I was tempted to prod you awake, but I felt you'd need your strength today." His hand came down to cup my bare breast. "Besides, I thought I'd save some of my cum for when Mom came back."
I tried not to feel jealousy at those words, I really did. "Yes, Daddy."
"She messaged already. Her flight gets in just before lunch. I'm going to pick her up from the airport. Want to come?" He rubbed his thumb over my nipple. Fuck but that made it tough to think.
I concentrated hard, my brow furrowing, trying to resist his touch long enough to consider the best option. "Um... I think that might be a bit awkward, Daddy. Do you think she'd mind if I waited here, instead?"
"I'm sure that'll be fine, baby girl. You're right, probably better. We can give her some time to get home and settled." He pushed me gently off his lap. "Coffee, please, and get yourself some too."
"Yes, Daddy," I said, jumping up with a smile.
"Oh, and Bubs?" he said, without looking up from his laptop.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"If you put salt in it again, I'll take my belt to your ass."
I shivered. "Yes, Daddy."
I wasn't even sure that would be fun, it sounded like it would hurt way too much. He'd probably make it fun, in the end, but I wasn't keen to find out right then and there.
Sugar would be just fine on this occasion.
*
I stayed in my room when he went to the airport. Waited there, sat on my bed, my stomach in anxious knots.
I'd got dressed in a thigh-length skirt and strappy top, but I'd left off the underwear. I'd deliberately aimed for a balance, something to say, 'Look, I made an effort to be presentable and not be naked', while also 'Yes, I'm Daddy's slut, there's no denying it'.
Daddy's key turned in the lock and I heard them come in. I chewed my lip nervously. Should I go down, or wait for Mommy to come and find me? Daddy had said he had to go to the garage and get the alloy I'd damaged replaced, and that would take an hour or two. For that time, I'd be alone with Mommy.
For some reason that thought scared the hell out of me in ways it never had before.
A short while later I heard the front door closed again, its distinctive weight adding a finality to Daddy leaving. Mom's feet were on the stairs within moments, and I took a deep, shuddering breath, preparing myself.
But she didn't come in. I heard her reach the landing and turn away from my room, going to hers instead.
Crap, but the waiting was the hardest part. Was she going to punish me? Ground me? Spank me? Congratulate me? Kick me out of her house? Give me pointers on oral sex? I was so far out of my comfort zone I had no idea what to expect.
It was a good half hour before I heard her come out of her room. Long enough for a shower, I surmised -- a sensible activity after a plane journey, especially after such an early start. It showed a sense of premeditated control and calm that I certainly wasn't feeling. But then, she was his wife. She had way more stake in this game than I did.
She knocked on my door.
"Come in, Mom," I answered quickly, apprehension fighting with the desire for the waiting to be over.
She opened my door, and I saw she had her robe on, her hair damp from the shower. She didn't come in but addressed me from the threshold. "Emma, sweetie, I missed you. Would you come downstairs and help me in the kitchen? I thought we'd bake some cookies."
Bake cookies? Of all the things I'd been expecting, that had to be like... third from the bottom or something. Just above 'Mom is actually an alien' and just below 'the house burnt down, we never got a chance to talk'.
"Er... of course, sure, Mom."
She watched as I pushed myself up from the bed, her eyes running over my strappy top, my braless breasts, my sliver of bare tummy and my short skirt. She seemed to note my bare legs and bare feet, and her lips twitched in a smirk that seemed strangely reminiscent of Dad's.
"I've only been gone a couple of days, and you seem to have grown into a woman," she said wistfully, and I blushed at the double meaning in that sentence.
She stepped back and let me lead going downstairs. "Are we really baking cookies?" I asked, over my shoulder. "We haven't done that in months."
"We don't have to," she replied. "We could watch a movie instead. Or..." she sighed, dramatically, "...clean."
I giggled. "I'm sorry, we were a bit distracted the last few days. I should've done more cleaning."
"Oh?" she said, as we walked into the kitchen. "What distracted you so?"
Crap. She'd wanted the opportunity to ask something like that, and I'd handed it to her on a plate. But it wasn't as if she didn't already know. Whatever I'd said she'd have found some way of turning the conversation around to this subject.
I leant back against the kitchen table and looked at her, my head cocked slightly as I considered my options. We could play games, skirting around what had happened, or we could get it out in the open. I knew which I preferred.
But it turned out actually saying 'I fucked Daddy in your bed' was a lot harder than I'd expected. "Daddy and I have been working on our relationship," was all I was able to manage.
Her smirk briefly reemerged. "That's one way of putting it," she said, and with that quip she'd confirmed what I'd already known. Almost. Implied it, at least. In fact, it still could be taken a few different ways. Hell, how much did she know? I'd expected her to be in-my-face over it, and she was still skirting around.
Well, fine. Two could play at that game, I supposed.
"Oh? Did he say something before he left?" My tone was a model of polite inquiry, my expression one of perfect innocence.
Mommy hadn't bought it. She stepped in toward me, placing one fingertip under my chin and angling my face up toward her. We were about the same height -- in fact, we were obviously mother and daughter, with very similar features and bodies; she'd been mistaken for my sister on more than one occasion, which she always enjoyed -- but with me leaning against the table, and her well inside my space, there was a height difference. Enough that she could look down at me, and I had to look up at her.
"I think I know everything I need to know, sweetie," she said. Sweetie. She rarely called me that. Strangely, it only came out when she was being sarcastic or extremely affectionate -- a dichotomy I'd never quite understood. It left me most confused now because I couldn't figure out which it was.
Her finger dropped from beneath my chin, her hand instead playing idly with one of the straps of my top. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" she said, as she pulled the strap slightly away from my skin.
"Sure, Mommy."
"Do you have Daddy's cum inside your body, right at this moment?"
It was an effort not to gasp in shock. Her tone was so nonchalant, her delivery so casual, that it quite caught me unawares. And the very fact she'd asked suggested she didn't know for sure. Did she know? Was she playing games? Did she just want to hear me say it? Fuck, how do you answer a question like that? I should've gasped in shock. It would've been more convincing to protest my innocence. Too late now, I'd missed the chance.
I didn't know how to answer her. 'Yes' could get us both in totally deep shit, and 'No' was a lie. I was so stunned by the bluntness of her question I couldn't think straight enough to come up with another option. I just blinked up at her, lost in the consternation of my guilt.
She smiled, a slow, dangerous smile. A smile I'd never seen on my mommy's face before. The sort of smile I could imagine a Succubus might deploy, a brief second before she sucked out your soul. The sort of smile that would either draw men in or have them running for the hills, the likelihood of each directly proportional to how much spine they had. I knew how much spine Daddy had, and maybe this smile of hers was one of the reasons they were together.
"No answer, sweetie?" She trailed her knuckled against my bare skin, beneath the strap, pulling on it as she did so. The top of the garment came away slightly, until I was showing a little more breast than I had before. That was relative; I was still covered. Aside from being braless, of course. But it was a strangely intimate touch, one that drew attention to how little I was wearing before her. Or maybe that was in my head. I didn't know anymore. The whole direction of the encounter had left me somewhat confused.
"Are you not sure?" she asked, pushing the point. "Can you not remember if..." she smiled her smile again and let the strap of my top ping back against my skin, lifting her hand back up to my face and rubbing the ball of her thumb firmly, brusquely, across my lower lip. "...If Daddy's cum went in here?" As she finished her question, she pushed two fingers into my mouth.
I couldn't move. I could hardly think. I absolutely didn't know how to respond to her. Her fingers were in my mouth, her fingertips easily finding my tongue and caressing it, making it seem like I was licking her. Perhaps I was.
Her other hand dropped to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up with a sudden yank. She trailed her hand over my belly. "I think his cum is in here, isn't it, sweetie?" She let her nails scrape over my skin. "Did you suck him? Did you like it when he came in your mouth?"
Her fingers stopped me from talking, but I couldn't look away from the expression in her eyes. There was no hiding from her. She knew, she fucking knew, and there was no denying it. How much shit was I in? How much shit was he in?
"Did you swallow every drop, sweetie?" She stepped even more into my space, such that her legs were astride my thigh, and she pushed her pelvis against my hip bone. She had me pinned against the table, and she was still exploring my mouth with one hand. The other she swiftly slid up beneath my top, finding my breasts bare beneath, and then she was pinching and twisting one of my nipples.
I gasped around the fingers in her mouth, looking up at her in confusion and arousal. Fuck yes, arousal. Her fingers in my mouth, the touch on my body, the focus of her questions, the very invasion of my space, and now the twisting of my nipple? It was dominance again, just like Daddy had shown, and I was responding in kind, with my submission. I couldn't help it. It had been a totally confusing few days, and now Mommy was taking over from where Daddy had left off.
She let her fingers slip from my mouth and wiped one wet fingertip down my cheek. "Is his cum inside your body?" she asked again, and then she grabbed my chin in her fingers. "Answer me," she demanded.
"Yes, Mommy," I whispered. I couldn't help it. She'd have known if I lied, but lying was so far from my mind in that moment. She was intimidating me, and I was so in the wrong, filled with guilt for being fucked by Daddy, being fucked by her husband.
Her grip on my chin tightened. "Did you suck him off?"
"Yes, Mommy," I said again, and a tremble ran though my body.
"Did he cum inside your tight little pussy?" and her voice was a whisper, a very dangerous whisper.
"Yes, Mommy," I repeated. "I'm so sorry," I added, with as much sincerity as I could muster. For what good it might do. Probably not much.
"Why are you sorry?" she asked, feigning surprise. Her fingers left my chin and brushed up my cheek. Her other hand had been on my breast the whole time, twisting my nipple, but strangely it had been the hand on my face I'd noticed the most. Her touch on my face was more dominant; the other merely sexual. 'Merely'. Like having Mommy pinch and twist my nipple was an everyday thing.
"Why are you sorry?" she repeated, as I hadn't answered. Her fingers pushed into my hair, and slowly she gripped. "Did you not like it?"
She began to tug on my hair, pulling my head slowly to the side. I whimpered.
"Well?" she insisted. "Did you like it? Yes, or no?"
"Yes, Mommy," I gasped, my head held painfully to one side by her hand.
"You liked it when Daddy fucked you?"
"Yes," I breathed. There was no hiding now.
"You liked it when he came in your tight little pussy?"
Fuck yes, I did. "Yes, Mommy."
Her smirk was back, and this time I recognised it for what it was. Sadism, pure and simple. She twisted her hand in my hair. "Did he make you eat his cum from your cunt?"
Oh fuck, she knew. Wait, did she know? It was a question, wasn't it? But it wasn't a question one asked if one didn't already know the answer. Yet how could she possibly know? How had she known? Oh. I was being dumb. Of course she knew: she'd done the same thing herself. Daddy's rules.
"Yes, Mommy," I whispered.
She leant in slightly. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, Mommy," and my voice was so soft I hardly heard it myself.
She wasn't satisfied, twisting my hair sharply about her fingers and using her hold to shake my head. "I asked if you liked it," she said, punctuating each word with a shake.Yes, Mommy, I liked it!" I cried, "I liked it when he fucked me, and when he came inside me! I liked it when I tasted him, and I fucking love it that his cum is inside me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I liked it!"
She leant forward further, pulling my head back with her hand tightly in my hair, until her lips were by my ear. "There's my good girl," she breathed, then she bit my earlobe.
Fuck me but I was a total mess by that point. She'd scared the hell out of me, intimidated me, dominated me, turned me on, forced a confession out of me in the most intense and intimate of interrogations, pulled my hair, tweaked my nipple, was still tweaking my damn nipple, and then to say, 'good girl' and fucking bite me?
I sobbed in response, having never felt such overwhelming emotions. This was my Mommy, and she'd just played me like... well, fuck it, like only my Mommy could've done. She knew me better than anyone, and she knew Daddy better than anyone too.
I suddenly realized she'd planned the whole thing. I wasn't sure if she'd deliberately been a bitch, and I should hate her, or whether she'd been a sadistic dominatrix, and I should worship her. Both, probably. Yeah. Both.
I whimpered, gripping the table with both hands, not daring to resist her. Wasn't sure I even could've resisted her if I'd wanted to.
She leant back and looked at me, that devilish smile once more on her lips.
"He told me how submissive you are, you know," she said. "Funny thing, genetics. You don't get that from him, that's for sure. But I'm not sure you get it from me, either. Oh, I'm submissive to Daddy, that's true enough, but not to anyone else. Definitely not to anyone else."
She chewed her lip for a moment, contemplating me. "Is your submission just how you naturally are, or your response to Daddy?" she mused. "I suppose that one's sexual responses are often a product of one's first experience. I suppose, in your defense, that if your daddy had been my first, too, then he'd have ruined me for other men. Alas, poor you. Or lucky you, I suppose."
"Daddy wasn't my first," I said. Only because it was true, not because I was arguing.
She waved her hand airily. "That Kenny boy? Yes, I thought you'd slept with him. He doesn't count. Did he rock your world, baby? Did he make you come so hard you passed out? Did he make you cry out his name? No, I can see in your eyes that he didn't."
She wasn't wrong there.
"See, most people don't get sex, sweetie. Now, your daddy... he gets it. He really gets it. It's about being in your head as much as it is being in your body. At the same time, and in the same way. So that he's totally in you, all at once, and there's no escaping it."
Her face took on a slightly dreamy expression, as if she was thinking back on her experiences at Daddy's hands. If I hadn't experienced myself exactly what she was referring to, I supposed I'd have been skeptical. But the fact was that she was abso-fucking-lutely right. He was simply in my head from the moment we began, and it was that more than anything else that drove me to complete obedience, that drove my submission and pushed me, without option, towards orgasm. Multiple orgasms, I seemed to remember.
She shook her head as if dismissing a thought. "So, now you're Daddy's slut, and I missed it." She sighed. "What a time for that stupid work trip. Been waiting months for this, ever since you turned eighteen -- well, longer than that, as it's been obvious for a while -- but yeah, we weren't going to do anything until you were eighteen, and even then, you had to start it yourself." She smiled at me, "It was only a matter of time, Emma. You've been like this for years... which, I suppose, answers my own question on your submission. One of them, anyway."
Abruptly she pulled my top up high, exposing both my breasts as we stood together in the kitchen, her body still pinning me to the table.
"The other question I had is whether or not you're submissive to me, too," and she cupped my breast in her hand, running her thumb idly over my nipple.
I could only stare at her in shock. I hadn't expected that question, either. I already knew the answer, too, even if I couldn't find my voice. It seemed rhetorical though; she hadn't insisted on a reply.
"Have you ever been with a girl, Emma?" she asked instead, and this time she obviously expected a response.
"No, Mommy," I whispered.
"Hmm, shame," she shrugged. "Be easier if you had. Nevertheless... there's a certain appeal to you being so fresh and innocent, too. Turn around."
I was still reeling from the 'fresh and innocent' comment, trying to fit it into the current context, so it was that I all but missed her instruction to turn. I certainly didn't respond fast enough, thus it was my own fault when her expression hardened, and her hand came down and slapped across my breast. I gasped more with surprise than pain at the blow, but my skin was tingling where she'd struck me, and my nipple was suddenly very sensitive. "I said turn around," and this time I heard her clearly, and obeyed swiftly.
I faced away from her, the edge of the table digging into my thighs, and once more I felt her hand slide into my hair, this time from behind. Then she was pulling me down across the table, forcing me to bend, pushing my face into the wood as she held me by my hair.
"Little submissive sluts deserve to be punished, don't they?" she asked me, and I felt her lift my skirt up over my hips. I was naked beneath, and her hand trailed over the bare skin of my ass.
"Yes, Mommy," I said quickly, trying to show her I'd be good, I'd be compliant, in the hope she wouldn't hurt me too much.
Her hand came down on my up-turned ass with a crack that echoed around the kitchen. It didn't hurt anywhere near as much as it did when Daddy spanked me, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Mommy was spanking my bare bottom as she held me pinned by my hair over the kitchen table. That was a first. And I was reacting to her. I couldn't deny how much I was reacting to her. I could barely think, and I was so turned on. By my mommy, of all people.
It suddenly made sense why she was with Daddy. They were made for each other.
"You do have a nice ass," she said, as she landed a solid slap on my other cheek. "It's really very spankable," she commented, as the next blow returned to the first cheek. "I suppose it would be, given that you've got my ass, you lucky thing you." She was right there. We had such similar body types and I really had inherited all her best features, including her ass.
She leant forward over me until her lips were near my ear. It was very similar to the position I'd found myself in with Daddy, just the day before on the bed. "Daddy tells me you'd do anything after a good spanking," she murmured, then sunk her sharp little teeth into my earlobe again. I gasped, trying to pull away, but her hand was still twisted in my hair. Damn, but she had a sadistic streak to her. I'd never even have guessed; prior to today, she'd never so much as laid a finger on me.
"Is that right, sweetie?" she asked, licking softly at my earlobe where she'd bitten, then trailing the tip of her warm, wet tongue across my ear. I shivered. "Are you a good little submissive slut after a spanking?"
It was another question that I couldn't decide how to answer, or even if she expected one at all, but she wasn't done.
"Was that enough for you to decide, dear, or do I need to get the riding crop out?"
Mommy had a riding crop. By this point, nothing she said would've surprised me. She could've been bluffing, but I didn't think it likely. And while her spanking wasn't as strong or as painful as Daddy's had been, I had absolutely no doubt she could make up for it with a riding crop. I whimpered, and if her purr of response was anything to go by, she seemed to like hearing that noise from me.
I felt her hand move against my nakedness. Bent over the table as I was, my ass high in the air, she had nothing impeding her access to me. Her hand moved down over my ass and her fingers pushed between my legs, and immediately we were both made aware of just how wet she had made me.
"Oh, delightful!" she purred against my ear as she easily pushed a finger inside me. I gasped softly at the touch, my body shivering. "Such a little submissive slut you are! A little bit of a spanking and you're all wet for me. Are you going to do exactly as you're told, or do I have to punish you... harder?"
There was such implied threat in that last word that it was easy to respond. "I will obey you, Mommy, I swear."
She purred again, a throaty sound, full of sex and promise. "There's my good little slut." She gave my ass another sharp slap. "Upstairs with you, girl." I felt her release her hold in my hair, and I stood slowly. "And be prepared to obey, or you can guarantee that riding crop is coming out."
I no longer thought she was bluffing. "Yes, Mommy."
She followed me as I headed for the stairs, and I was very much reminded of a similar situation with Daddy. This time I knew she'd want me to turn left and go to their room, not my own. I felt butterflies in my stomach as to what that might mean.
"Have you ever been with a girl, Emma?"
Something told me that was about to all change, and the girl in question was to be my Mommy.
I walked into my parent's room, reflecting that I'd spent more time here than in my own the past few days.
"Strip, Emma," she said from behind me as she entered. "You're way too overdressed for the little slut I know you to be."
I didn't take this in a derogatory way. I knew she was a little slut too, and felt a certain bond with her for that similarity. We were both Daddy's little sluts, and it just so happened that she was going to make me hers, too. I pulled off my strappy top as I reflected on this, then unfastened my skirt and let it fall down my legs to the floor. That easily I was naked, but she still beat me to it. All she had to do was remove her robe. I watched her lie down on the bed, and knew I was looking at myself twenty years from now. Not bad, not bad at all. I'd be very happy looking like that when I'd passed forty.
She had the curves of womanhood but the leanness of someone who regularly saw the inside of a gym. She was toned without being muscular, courtesy of her Pilates and yoga, and her breasts and ass were tight and firm. I had all that without going to the gym, gifted to me by age instead of effort, and aside from a few laughter lines showing her age, we could've been twins. We were often mistaken for sisters, and looking at her as she lay naked on the bed, it was as much a compliment for me as it was for her.
I saw that her mons was perfectly smooth, just like mine, but as she lay on the bed her legs were still together, and I could not be sure if she waxed her labia. From what Daddy had said, I'd place bets on it being a yes, and I chewed my lip nervously knowing that, in just a few moments, I'd have intimate, firsthand knowledge myself.
"Come to me," she said softly, patting the bed. "I want to be able to look at you, to touch you."
I'd promised to obey her anyway, but her request was so gentle in nature I never thought to resist. I climbed onto the bed, crawling to her on all fours, conscious of the heat in her gaze as she watched me.
"Mmm," she purred, and I saw her eyes flick to the mirror that ran the length of the wall behind me. I imagine it gave a pretty good view of my ass, and it seemed she liked that. Daddy liked it too; something else they both had in common.
She held her arms out to me, and I went to her, half aware of how rarely Mommy had offered me a cuddle in the past, and extremely conscious that we were both naked, and this wasn't for comfort. She drew me into her, our breasts pushing together as she pulled me over her, and I felt her hand slide down my back, her fingers splaying over the top of my ass. Then she kissed me, and all other thoughts were momentarily driven from me.
Her lips were soft, her hand stroked my face gently as she kissed, and she teased my lips with her tongue until I opened to her. Then her hand slid into my hair, and she held my head still as she probed my mouth. I whimpered beneath her kiss, held helplessly by her but not wanting to pull away.
"Mmm, you taste nice," she said as she broke the kiss. "Like fresh strawberries, with a hint of innocence just waiting to be stripped away." She giggled at her own commentary, a wicked sound that carried promise of what she wanted to do to me.
Her hand twisted in my hair again, gripping me tight, while her other clenched around my bare ass, pulling me to her. "God, I've been waiting ages for this moment," she murmured to me. "And now you're naked and submissive, and all mine."
I shivered at the intensity of her words, and what that might mean for me.
"I can't wait any longer," she said, "I need your tongue between my legs." She began pushing down on my head, her insistence adding to her command.
I slid down her body, kissing and licking as I went, and she seemed willing to allow me to delay, to tease, so long as my progress was consistently south. For my part I didn't really know what I was doing, so placing kisses across her breasts, a small lick on her nipple, and running the tip of my tongue down over her tummy merely served to postpone the moment when I would have to show my inexperience.
But as I slipped lower her legs parted beneath me, her hand still entwined within my hair and pushing me, until there was no further way to delay. Her sex was open before me and I could see her arousal, glistening on her smooth labia. I was struck with the incongruous thought that even her pussy looked similar to my own, but then she was done waiting and, with her fingers tightly gripping my hair, she pulled my face against her.
We both gasped at that initial contact; her, for at last having the stimulation she'd been seeking; me, for the first touch, the first taste of a woman's sex against my face. Her hips lifted slightly as she rubbed me against her, and I felt her arousal coat my nose and cheeks.
"Fuck yes," she moaned, "I'm going to have you between my legs for hours, my little slut." Her other hand came into my hair, her grip on me absolute. "Now, lick. Lick, and don't stop licking, or I will punish you until you are begging to be allowed to obey."
That was a threat I could only take seriously, and swiftly I opened my mouth to comply, pushing my tongue against her sex, licking from her entrance up towards her clit. She tasted clean and fresh and ever so slightly tangy, and I was struck by how similar she tasted to me. She held me to her as I licked, her hands guiding my face and my mouth where she wanted them; up a little higher when she needed me to focus on her clit, or pushed down low when she wanted me to push my tongue inside her as far as I could reach. She raised her knees and parted them, tilting her pelvis more toward me, and gasped as I pleasured her.
"Lick harder, little slut," she moaned, and I redoubled my efforts lest I be found displeasing, and she felt a punishment was required. She had me held at her entrance and I lapped her arousal from inside her, and by this point my face was coated with her juices. I did not know how long I had been pleasuring her, only that my jaw was beginning to ache from the constant licking. Not that I would dare complain, or that I really wanted to stop. I didn't. There was something so wonderfully enjoyable about hearing her small moans and gasps as my tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.
She pulled me back up to her clit, and her hips bucked beneath my mouth when I circled her clit back and forth. "Push a finger inside me," she instructed, and I hastened to obey. She was slick and smooth beneath my touch, her pussy clenching around my finger with a tightness and strength that was surprising. Bless yoga, I thought. I would most certainly have to look into that, if I wanted to keep pleasing Daddy.
"Yesss," she hissed, "just like that."
My earlier concern that I did not have the experience faded as I'd found things she liked, and while I was sure I had much to learn, I took great satisfaction and delight in hearing her moans increase in pitch, until her hands gripped my hair almost painfully and her hips pushed upwards against my mouth. I licked over her clit, my tongue working as hard as I could make it, until she cried out and I was rewarded with a rush of wetness over my hand.
"Good girl," she gasped softly, her body relaxing beneath my mouth and hand, but she did not release her hold on my hair nor pull me away, so I continued to lap at her, licking up the remnants of her orgasm. I couldn't help but smile as I did so, knowing I had made Mommy come. It was almost as satisfying, in its own way, as feeling Daddy spurt his seed into my mouth.
At last she drew me up her body once more, and at first I thought she wished to cuddle, but it quickly became apparent she had other ideas. She lifted one leg with a flexibility that I could only envy, pulling my hips against hers, and quickly her intent became apparent. I'd never done such a thing before either, but it seemed natural to move my hips in a way that matched hers, and my eyes widened at the sensations the movement produced.
She chuckled throatily. "You like that, don't you?"
"Fuck yes," I said, as we moved together against one another.
"And you've taken to it so naturally, too. You really are your Mommy's daughter, aren't you?"
"A slut like you?" I asked, playfully, still rubbing my sex against hers.
She reached up and tweaked my nipple, hard. "Rude little girl," she said, but I could tell she didn't mean it. My nipple still hurt though.
Then we were focused on the movements of our hips, the rhythm of working together and finding the pressures and friction that enabled us to both gain our pleasure.
We hadn't been at it all that long when I heard a key in the front door.
"Oh, perfect timing," she murmured. Then, to me, "No, don't stop."
I could hear his footsteps on the stairs, and though I had slowed when I'd first heard him, at Mommy's insistence I quickly found the rhythm again. He came into the bedroom behind me and stopped abruptly.
"Well," he said, "that's quite the view."
"Hello, Daddy," and it took me a moment to realize that Mommy and I had spoken the same words in unison. We both started giggling, and then our rhythm was lost, and we giggled harder, until for some reason it was just so funny that we were in convulsions on the bed together, laughing and laughing as Daddy watched with a somewhat bemused expression.
"I'm glad you both find me so entertaining," he said, stepping forward, his tone only half serious. I knew he didn't really think we were laughing at him, and we hadn't been anyway. We wouldn't have dared.
"Careful," Mommy stage-whispered to me, knowing full well he could hear, "that's the sort of tone he uses right before he starts spanking." Then, to him, "Hello, my love, wouldn't you like to spank Emma?"
But two could play at that game. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, finding Mommy's breast with my hand as I did so and tweaking her nipple, knowing he could see. "Daddy, I would so like to watch you spank Mommy. I've been dreaming about it since I heard you two the other day."
He chuckled, watching us both. "I quite agree," he said, solemnly."Oh, goody!" I cried, victorious.
"With whom?" Mommy asked, more suspicious. Or perhaps she simply knew his moods better than I -- though not for long, I hoped.
"With both of you, of course." He was rolling up his sleeves, a surprisingly ominous action. "On all fours, bottoms presented," he said, and his tone was so curt I felt myself moving before he'd finished speaking. Beside me, to my surprise, Mommy was also obeying.
"Hmm, now there's a vision to behold," he said, stepping up to the bed. I felt his hand caressing my bottom, and beside me Mommy moaned too. Then his hand dipped lower, to the juncture of my thighs, splaying across my exposed pussy and I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me. Mommy echoed my gasp, at the same moment, and I felt her bottom twitch next to mine.
"You're both so wet," he murmured. "Was she good, then, darling?"
"Oh yes, Daddy," Mommy said. "As submissive as you promised me, and with the most talented tongue."
"That's my good little girl," he said, giving my ass a couple of pats to show his appreciation. "I am sorry I missed the show, but I just know there'll be other opportunities." Then, half to himself, he murmured, "I can't resist this."
I jerked as his hand came down with a hard slap across my ass and cried out softly with the sudden sting of it. A moment later, another blow echoed through the bedroom, but it hadn't been on me. Beside me, Mommy gasped too. The next spank was mine, pulling another surprised gasp from my lips, then Daddy made Mommy cry out with the blow that followed. In this way he amused himself for some moments, playing with both our bottoms. Not every blow alternated; sometimes he would strike one of us in succession, keeping us guessing, and sometimes he would pause to play with our wet pussies, on display as we knelt for his pleasure.
"I need to fuck you," he said, and I couldn't help but wonder which of us he was speaking to. He pulled back and I heard him stripping off his clothes. "Have you tasted her yet?"
Again his question seemed vague, but it was Mommy that answered. "No, not yet. We haven't had long enough."
He chuckled, "You mean you were too busy enjoying her mouth."
"Yes, that too," Mommy said, glancing across at me playfully. I smiled at her.
"Emma, get beneath your Mommy. Sixty-nine position." He was using that tone again, the one I couldn't possibly disobey. Even the thought of saying 'no' sent shivers through me, and I could only imagine what punishments they would both subject me to if I did. One day, maybe I'd be feeling sassy enough to discover what that felt like, but that day was a long way away.
Mommy knelt up as I turned to my back and slipped beneath her, and as I wriggled into position between her legs, she let her hands roam freely over my body. Then she lowered herself down over my face and I was able to reach her with my tongue while I looked up at Daddy, now standing nude behind us. And fuck, but the heat in his gaze as he watched me lick Mommy... that was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. But perhaps he was thinking the same thing.
Mommy shifted on the bed, moving from her kneeling position to lie over me, and I felt her hands gently spread my thighs. I opened my legs for her, feeling her breath across my wet pussy, and reached up to her ass to pull her down again to my mouth. For a moment we licked each other, while Daddy watched, and though I was paying some attention to what I was doing and a little attention to the sensations Mommy was causing, it was Daddy I kept my eyes on. Watching him as I deliberately pushed my tongue into Mommy, licking slowly across her so that he could see, my eyes on his the whole time, loving the heat I saw within.
He stood watching, gently stroking his oh-so-hard cock, until he took a small step forward and lined himself up against Mommy. "Don't stop licking while I fuck her," he said to me.
"Of course, Daddy," I murmured, and I had the perfect view to watch as he slid inside her. I was watching Daddy enter Mommy, licking them both as they did so, my tongue lapping from Mommy's clit down to Daddy's shaft where it disappeared within her. Mommy was licking me too, and it was nice, but not nearly so much as being so close to Daddy's cock as he began to fuck Mommy with long, slow strokes.
Mommy's breathing quickly became ragged and her licking on me was disrupted; she would lick a little, then I felt her pause as she gasped for breath beneath his onslaught, before she would tentatively lick me a little more, before again having to stop. I didn't mind; I was quite content watching Daddy.
I couldn't believe the view I had as Daddy took Mommy before me, and both of them were so obviously aroused. Mommy was practically dripping and Daddy was as hard as I'd ever seen him, and I wondered if that was partly because I was there, lying naked and submissive beneath them.
Daddy suddenly pulled out of Mommy and pointed his cock downwards; I opened immediately, angling my head to him, and he pushed into my mouth and down into my throat. The position was perfect for deep-throating, and one I knew we would have to do again when I wanted to practice taking all of him into me. For now I barely had a chance to lick Mommy's arousal off his cock before he pulled it from my lips and pushed it back into her.
"How does it feel to have your daughter beneath you?" he grunted.
"Fucking amazing," she gasped.
"And to know her mouth is on my cock when it's not inside you," he added, pulling from her and pushing into my mouth as he spoke. I sucked quickly, tasting them both, watching him all the while.
"I fucking love it," she replied, "it's everything we've ever dreamed."
He pushed into her again, and it was amazing watching him penetrate her. Whenever he wasn't using my mouth I made sure my tongue was on them both, teasing her clit and licking at his slick shaft.
"Can you feel her tongue on your clit?"
"Fuck, yes," Mommy moaned.
"Harder, Emma. Mommy likes it rough."
I redoubled my efforts with my tongue, and Daddy began to fuck Mommy with short, hard strokes, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her for him, and for me too.
"Oh God, fuck me Daddy," Mommy moaned, and it was such a thrill to hear those words from her as I watched Daddy take her. To know we both called him Daddy, we were both his little sluts, and now I was part of their play for real, not merely something they'd fantasized about.
Mommy's gasps became higher and higher in pitch, and at the same time Daddy's thrusts became shorter. She hadn't licked me in a while, now, but I hardly cared; my focus was elsewhere as I thrashed my tongue back and forth across her clit, and watched as Daddy's cock pumped in and out of her immediately before my face. My senses were filled with their sex; the taste of them both, the sound of him taking her, and the smell of their arousal thick in the air around me.
Daddy thrust into her one last time and held himself there, pushing and grinding against her pussy in front of me, and I heard Mommy's cries as they both came together. I was watching Daddy come inside my Mommy from right beneath them, and my body shuddered with the raw sexuality of it.
He took a moment to catch his breath, still deep within her, then I saw him look down at me. He could barely see me between Mommy's legs, yet still he was able to catch my eye. Again that heated look, and he pulled his cock from inside her and offered it to me instead. I opened swiftly, eagerly, taking him into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around him, tasting both his cum and hers. He fucked my mouth slowly, pumping in and out, pushing down deeply into my throat then pulling back so that I could lick him again.
"Do you remember the first rule, Bubs?" he asked me.
"Mmm hmm," I said around his cock, looking up at him. I would never forget.
"It applies to Mommy, too."
I nodded, showing I understood, and glanced at her pussy, open and slick with their combined cum immediately above my face. He pulled his cock from my mouth and immediately I lifted my head, sealing my lips around Mommy's entrance and pushing my tongue within. She gasped, shuddering, and her hips pushed down against my face. I was able to rest my head back on the bed as she ground into me, and I was sure she came again as I licked Daddy's cum from inside her.
Daddy watched, smiling, and as I caught his gaze, he winked at me.
Afterwards, we lay snuggled together on their bed. I was in the middle; the best place to be.
The peace didn't last long before they both started playing with me, their hands roaming over my body. I gasped, squirming, while they entertained themselves with my reactions for some time.
"Everything you'd hoped for, my love?" Daddy asked Mommy.
"Oh yes, Daddy," she answered, leaning over me to kiss him, her hand kneading my breast as she did so. "She's delightful, and to think this is just the beginning!" She giggled breathlessly, "There's so much I want to do with her!"
Her hand trailed down over my stomach and between my legs, entwining with Daddy's fingers as he idly played with me there. I squirmed, gasping; I hadn't said anything for a while, and after so much touching and teasing from both of them, coherent thought eluded me. They'd held me on the edge of orgasm for some minutes, until I was writhing between them.
"Well, we still have some days her until her brother gets back from his camping trip."
I'd forgotten about that. Alex was back next week. How would that affect things?
"Oh, I know. We will use the time well, though," Mommy said. Her hand strayed back up to my breast, taking my nipple between finger and thumb and twisting it slowly. "I want to see how much her licking improves after I've used your riding crop on her. And of course, Daddy, you'll have to watch."
I glanced up at them both, my eyes wide.
"She likes that idea," Daddy said, and focused his attention on my clit.
Back arching, gasping for breath, thoughts of submitting to Mommy while Daddy watched, I came.
So fucking hard.