1. Tammy Visits


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Tammy had accused him. My mom hadn’t been telling him to do me like some whore at a party. She loved seeing him fuck me, to see the i****tual bond between us. She knew it was his love for me as his daughter – not just about sex, that she was witnessing. Then when he would cum inside of me I would tell her how I could feel him in me, tell her how much I loved it, how much it meant to me. It wasn’t “just about sex”, it was me submitting myself to my father in the most wonderful, intimate way possible. My pussy was so hot and wet now as I used my other hand to rub my clit. With my eyes shut I envisioned how my mother would move her mouth down my body, gently kissing my nipples and then slowly working her way down my stomach until she was between my legs, licking my freshly fucked pussy. It was my dad’s turn now to watch as my mom would lick as much of her husband’s cum from my pussy. How clearly I could still remember how it felt to feel her tongue reaching inside of me, her lips as they gripped my swollen clit and then her finger pushing inside of me to draw out more of my dad’s cum. She seemed so content, so serene when she was licking my pussy and I know it meant so much more to her when she could taste her husband on me as well. Oh my god I was cumming finally! How long had I been here fantasizing about sex with my parents? Did it matter? Sometimes when my orgasm hits me it literally HITS me, like being blindsided by a truck. Then there were times like this, when it was ...
    more like this growing warmth that steadily rose within me, making my entire body feel like I was on the beach with the sun drenching me with its heat. I gasped as my hot pussy convulsed and my legs pulled under me as I kept my hand firmly between my legs. This was so much more than “just about sex”. My father had just fucked me and now I was sucking his softened cock while we both watched my mom eating my pussy, licking up my cum as my orgasm peaked and I was consumed. After I’d finished, I laid on my side on my bed, one arm stretched out over the edge of my bed and the other locked between my legs, my palm cupping my still hyper-sensitive crotch. All I could think about was how Tammy had accused my dad of fucking me “just about sex”. How could anyone even THINK such a thing? I wish she could have witnessed what I’d just recalled as I masturbated; then she would surely have known different! Tomorrow was Sunday... maybe before I took her to the airport in the afternoon there might be an opportunity to prove to her that she was wrong. She needed to know that i****t CAN be a wonderful thing, that my dad loved me as his daughter and would never take advantage of me as she had accused him. If only she knew... Every f****y has its traditions. Many are associated with the holidays and we had those to – such as whose home would host the f****y gathering for which holiday. Many have vacation traditions – not something we really had as we didn't take all that many long vacations when I ...
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