Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 19:21:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Irma Cerrutti <irmacerrutti@ymail.com>
Subject: Rosalind

I awoke to a strange sound coming through the wall. At first I had no
idea what it was. I rolled onto my back and lay in bed for a while,
listening. It was already morning and faint white rays of light shone
from around the curtains. I looked at the clock. It was still early. I
breathed quietly, then held my breath, waiting for the sounds to become
clearer. Something told me that I had been dimly aware of this noise for
a long time. My dreams had been strange, troubling and erotic. A lull in
the traffic outside meant I was able to hear the unfamiliar sound more
clearly. With a sudden quiver in my quim I realized what the noise was.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Ooh, that's so good! Ah, right there, yes, yes! Ahh, all
the way in, so deep, so deep! Don't stop! Ride me! Ride me! Ahh god, I'm
cumming, ahh!"

It was the sound of my mother screaming, accompanied by moans and grunts
from my father.

"Again! Again! Fuck me harder this time! Do it to me, do it to me, ooh
god, right in there!"

My entire face and neck flushed hot and I immediately broke out in a
sweat. In my soft, cotton pajamas I was suddenly very warm. My fingers
wandered in the direction where I felt warmest. No! Not here. Not in the
bed I'd slept in since I was little. I unbuttoned my top but was still
too warm. The noise continued for what seemed like hours. I decided to
get up, hoping that might cool me off.

As I passed their bedroom, their groans reached an almost deafening
crescendo. Had they been like this before I'd been sent to the boarding
school? I had no memory of such shamelessness between them. Maybe I'd
heard similar sounds before but had been too innocent to know what they
were. As it was too early for breakfast I passed through the kitchen and
opened the door to our canopied patio. I was instantly grateful for the
cool breeze on my skin. I rebuttoned my top and went to sit in a plastic
chair. There was a hard rain and its drumming on the canvas above me
completely obliterated the noise from indoors. Occasional droplets would
splash on my toes. I curled them inwards and sat back with my arms
folded, shaking my head. I sighed and wondered how my parents could have
such flagrant disregard for decency. Tiredness overcame me and my head
drooped.

After a while I was jolted from my reverie by the sound of the kitchen
door slamming. I opened my eyes and there before me, standing on the lawn
in the pouring rain, was a stark naked woman: my mother. With her back to
the house, her bare feet planted firmly in the grass, she ran her fingers
through her long, wavy, tar black hair. From where I sat behind her and
slightly to the side I could see rivulets of rain streaming down her face
and from her face to her full breasts. She giggled, clearly enjoying the
sensation of her entire body being stimulated by the rain drops. My eyes
followed the rain as it rolled down her spine, over her broad cheeks, and
trickled down the crack to collect between her legs where it eventually
left her in a niagara. She lowered her arms to her belly, then further
down. She bent forward and spread her feet slightly wider and I saw her
fingertips between her legs, her nails lightly grazing her black pubic
curls and her labia. Then she turned around.

I suddenly realized my mouth was open and, strangely, my top had become
unbuttoned again. My mother's right arm flew to her breasts and her left
to her pubic region. She glanced to the door, then smiled, dropped her
arms and shrugged. I kept my eyes locked on hers but it was too late. My
arousal was obvious to her. She relaxed and strolled over to the bench
near my chair. She coughed, sat, crossed her legs in as ladylike a
fashion as was possible for her at that moment, with her hands clasped at
her knee, and looked into the garden with a broad smile on her beautiful
face. I looked at her stunning body, at her perfectly hanging breasts,
her broad, motherly hips. Suddenly she laughed, sat back and again ran
her hands through her lovely hair.

"I guess you heard everything, huh?" she asked me.

I blushed even harder than ever and looked down. This was so wrong. I
should be totally grossed out at the thought of my parents being so
sexual. Yet there was a burning sensation between my legs that increased
as I imagined them having sex.

This had been my first night at home for three years. My life at the
boarding school had been quiet and cloistered with almost no contact with
the outside world due to its remote location. I had yet to penetrate my
pussy, though I had been rubbing myself for years and had become adept at
giving myself little thrilling orgasms using my pillow. Doing it here,
though, seemed wrong, or maybe I was just too afraid of being walked in
on. I clenched my legs together and longed to place my fingers between
them. I was so turned on. When my eyes returned to hers, she was staring
at me intently. She lifted one foot to rest in on the bench beside her
and I was given a full view of her pudenda. Through the soft hair I saw
the lips of my mother's slit glistening from the rain, and possibly also
from something more viscous. Finally, I managed to tear my eyes away,
afraid of where this was going. I could not look away for long and when I
glanced back her elbow was on her knee, her fist was at her chin and her
eyebrow was raised. She clearly found the situation more amusing than I
did.

She shrugged. "I suppose we've got a little too used to not having you in
the next room." It was her turn to blush just a little. She cleared her
throat quietly and asked, "So, is there anyone special in your life yet,
sweetie?"

I shook my head, incredibly self-conscious; conscious of my blushing,
conscious of my innocence. I managed to mumble something about not having
spoken to a boy since I entered the school.

"No, I understand that," she replied, speaking softly but deliberately,
as if choosing her words with care. "Didn't you tell me you had made a
good friend, though? I'm sorry, I can't remember the name."

I knew who she meant, though I had made several good friends at school.
There was one with whom I could share all of my secrets. It was a very
precious friendship and I guess I had described her gushingly in my
letters home. Something told me mom was suggesting something and my
embarrassment deepened further so that I was unable to answer.

"It's OK, sweetie," she whispered. "I can tell you like girls."

I gawped briefly.

"My sweet girl," she said. "So innocent." She pondered me for another
moment. "You're so pretty. The moment you go out into the big bad world
the men'll be queuing up." She giggled slightly and her look invited me
to join in, but I couldn't. She leaned forward to rest her arms on the
breakfast table. "Trust me," she said more seriously, "they will. Most
men'd go crazy for a girl like you. Men are predatory creatures and their
prey are sweet, innocent virgins. I should know. Your father wanted me
from the moment he saw me and nothing, certainly not the fact that we
were both way too young, was going to stop us. We were at it like rabbits
from the day we met. It was two days before I even knew his name."

"Mom!" I protested.

"The first time we did it," she steamed ahead regardless of my
embarrassment, "was in your grandparents house while everyone else was
downstairs. He had to push my face into the pillow, I was making so much
noise. I remember the feel of him entering me for the first time. Oh,"
she gasped with her eyes closed, "it was bliss. He never hurt me once. I
wanted him so much I was so ready to take him, and he's so big!" She
winked at me. "A girl has to be relaxed to take it, especially the first
time. Nerves make you tense and then you can get hurt."

"Didn't it," I coughed, "didn't it hurt at all?"

She glanced at me pointedly, crossed her legs again and conceded, "Yes,
sweetie, it always hurts the first time, but there are ways of making it
less painful and the pleasure more than made up for it." She continued,
"So we did it all night, every night, but sometimes we'd have to sneak
out and do it in the garden. At high school I'd suck him off in the
girl's toilets every chance we got. We even did it once in a ditch at the
back of the playing field." She laughed quietly. "He made me so sore, and
I think he was cocksore, but we didn't care. His lovely body was all I
thought about. When he got too tired, which was only after hours and
hours of solid sex, he'd use his tongue and fingers." She narrowed her
eyes at me and I felt as naked as her. "He'd give me one almighty orgasm
after another, and then I'd go down on him. I got to really love the
taste of him. He'd squirt it over my tongue and down my throat. There
were days when I don't think I drank anything else but his cum. Oh, it
tasted so good. Still does."

I clamped by jaw shut tightly, afraid of how I must look. By now I was in
a state of shock.

"Doing it right under people's noses made it more exciting. We'd give
each other footjobs under the desks. If I was able to keep quiet the more
he'd do it to me. But doing it openly was just as fun. We did it in front
of friends when we were at parties. They'd join in too." She sighed and
looked wistfully into the garden. "Then we had you."

She smiled at me fondly and patted my knee. I swallowed hard which was a
little painful as my mouth had gone completely dry. Suddenly she looked
down. A creamy white substance was oozing from her. I realised I was
seeing a man's semen for the first time. Mom placed her pinky into
herself, withdrew the finger and sucked with her eyes closed. During this
my embarrassment had turned to outrage. How dare she behave like this in
front of her daughter? I stood and was about to re-enter the house when
she grabbed my wrist firmly and pulled me down onto her naked lap. She
wasn't rough, just very firm.

Suddenly I felt her soft, warm skin against mine and I realized how much
I loved her. As I looked into her eyes I felt like sobbing. My emotions
were in a jumbled mess. I remembered lying with her when I was little,
when dad was away, and she had craved company in the night. I'd fall
asleep with my arms around her neck while she kissed my face over and
over. As if the same memory had returned to her at that moment suddenly
she was brushing her full lips against mine. I felt a rush of love for
her stronger and hotter than lava and let her kiss me again and again. I
was too weak to respond and I let her plant butterfly kisses on my
cheeks, eyes and neck while her hands reached up to cup my small breasts
through my cotton top. Her fingers found that my nipples were hard and
she pulled on them gently. Her passion increased and she caressed my back
and legs while I grasped her shoulders, tipped my head back and moaned.
This couldn't, shouldn't have been happening but I had always obeyed my
mother in everything and saw no reason to stop now.

She licked my ear and whispered hotly, "Would you like me to show you how
your father does it to me?"

I nodded involuntarily. She gently pulled down my pajama bottom until it
was around my ankles, slid her hand between my legs and glided her
fingertips up and down my inner thighs. I bit my lip, enjoying her
teasing. Then I felt her middle finger slide over the moist hair and
soaking wet lips of my pussy. The tip found my clitoris and began a
gentle, playful massage.

"He does this with the tip of his penis," she told me while kissing my
ear, "until I've had so much I can't take it any more." The finger
circled the hard button, making it swell and pulse. "He can go on like
this for hours," she breathed, "just playing with it, coating it with his
precum."

I felt her fingernail against my hymen and I tensed for a moment, but she
was so gentle, so slow.

"Then we gaze into each others eyes and," she pressed the fingertip into
the elastic tissue and hissed, "he enters me!"

Pain as her finger tore through my hymen slowly began to mingle with
pleasure as she gently caressed the opening to my pussy. She circled my
widening hole as my mouth fell open to form an 'o' in a silent expression
of wonderment. I looked deep into her eyes.

"His cock slides inside me inch by inch," she whispered as her finger
slowly did the same. The process was slow as my pussy was gripping her
really tightly. "Then he begins to fuck me," and the finger eased out
before pushing into me again. "He did this to me non stop all last
night."

I kicked the pajama bottoms away from me and instinctively planted by
feet wider apart. The finger began to steadily and exquisitely fuck me.
My body slackened and I almost passed out from the shock of this new,
extraordinary sensation. When I finally opened my eyes I was looking
down. My mother's hand was slicked with juice and a little blood. I
imagined my daddy's cock doing the same to her, penetrating her so deep
and making her scream. Her finger was buried inside me and I felt the tip
tickling and probing me somewhere highly sensitive. She was stroking me
over and over in one spot, reaching in a little further each time.

I had no idea what she was doing and I cried out, "Oh mommy!"

She hugged me closer to her, told me she loved me, and then I completely
lost control. My pussy spasmed around her finger and my body went into a
series of ecstatic convulsions. I heard the sound of something drumming
on the wooden floor boards several feet away. My orgasm had caused me to
squirt jets of juice. I turned my head to press my mouth passionately to
hers. Then she offered me her semen soaked pinky and I sucked on that
while my muscles slowly relaxed.

When we finally disengaged I was crying and shaking with joy. She laid me
down on the bench and kissed me again but gently this time. Both of us
were soaking wet now and she began licking my skin and sipping the sweat
from my belly button before gliding her tongue down to the hair between
my legs. If the feeling of her hands stimulating me was unbelievably
sweet, the feel of the tip of her tongue on me was even more sublime. I
parted my legs again and was only momentarily surprised at myself how
quickly the profound sense of shame I had felt earlier had gone. All of a
sudden, what had seemed wrong was now right. My mom's tongue opened me
more gently than her finger had and she brought me to orgasm more slowly
this time. But when it eventually rushed over me the climax was a
seemingly never ending tide of pleasure. Again I squirted but this time
it shot into her mouth. She drank all of it. When she bent forward to
kiss my lips there was a taste of honey on her. I greedily sipped from
her lips and tongue. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her over
and over again. We gazed into each other's eyes and I was overcome with a
deep, deep love. I loved her now in every way I possibly could, with my
heart, with my entire body. She disengaged from me and I tried to pull
her back.

"I want to do it to you too, mommy," I said. I sat up and suddenly felt
sad that she was already heading back into the house. "I want to make you
feel the same way."

She bent down, bumped my nose gently with hers and said, "We have all the
time in the world, my baby." And with that I was left alone, lying on the
bench with nothing but the sound of the rain hissing on the lawn.

When I picked myself up I was wobbly and there was a little pain. There
was some blood also, trickling down the inside of my left leg. My pajama
top seemed pointless to me now and I flung it off allowing it to fall on
the wet patch I had made on the floor. I looked out into the garden,
through curtains of rain to the pink roses at the bottom. A second later
I was down on the lawn revelling in the sensual delight of the water as
it stimulated every inch of my skin. I lifted my face, drank, laughed and
ran across the green. Rivers of water splashed into me, cleansing me
while making me even wilder with desire. I stopped to see how the rain
was punishing the roses, causing a couple of petals to fall. From where I
stood the house was now barely visible through so much heavy rain. The
house, my childhood home, now somehow changed forever. My life was
changed forever. My body, my emotions, everything was new despite its
superficial familiarity. I wanted to rush back to the house and do to my
mom what she had done to me. Suddenly tears were mingling with the rain
on my cheeks as I thought about my daddy whom I also loved so much.

"What am I going to do now?" I sobbed quietly to myself and fell my
knees.

The softened ground was lovely and cool and I fell on my front. I lay
there for an age as the water drenched me. I pushed my nipples into the
grass, raised my bottom, parted my legs and felt the sweet sensation of
my pussy lips being pelted with rain. In an instant my index and middle
fingers were buried inside me. I moaned and groaned as I writhed on the
lawn, my hips grinding into the soil. My pussy was opening wider this
time, allowing me to use a third finger. I frigged myself harder than my
mother had, not sparing myself anything. I was making myself sore now and
there was almost as much pain as pleasure. I didn't stop until a series
of breathless screams were wrenched from my throat which was now also
sore from the screaming and crying. I continued to pound away at my
throbbing pussy, not caring about the pain, desperate for another orgasm.
And another and another.

Eventually, my whole body could endure no more. Very sore and emotionally
drained I wobbled to my feet and crossed the lawn back to the house. The
hope that my screams had been muffled enough by the grass for the
neighbors not to hear came to me briefly and vaguely but I hardly cared.
I stopped when I noticed than my legs were muddy and blades of grass were
clinging to my breasts. I made use of the teeming downpour to clean
myself and I wiped my legs clean of the mud, then moved my hands to my
chest. As my hands travelled across the smoothness of my skin,
interrupted by the hard nipples, I realised how small-chested I was
compared to my mother. Her breasts were full and round like fruit. Mine
were little more than bumps. The pink nipples were bigger though and
stood out so firmly. I wanted to cup her breasts in my hands and to suck
on them like I was a baby again. The feeling of arousal built again
suddenly but with it this time was a feeling of sickening guilt. I
watched the blades of grass slip down my body. What had I done? I thought
about daddy lying in bed now, sleeping no doubt, tired from his
exertions.

"I've hurt you, dad," I whispered and felt tears welling up again.

I ran back to my room, grabbed a fresh towel from a draw and dried myself
off quickly. Then I slipped on my pink Carly Rae Jepsen t shirt, a pair
of pink panties and a long white skirt. I brushed my red hair and
examined my round face for traces of guilt. My full lips were in a
straight line and I decided I at least still looked innocent. Barefoot, I
went to see if dad was up.

I stood outside my parent's bedroom door, curious and nervous that I'd
find them at it again. However, all was quiet. With the door slightly
ajar and the blinds up the room was easy to survey with just a brief
peek. My heart leaped as I saw the tanned, naked form of my dad sprawled
across the white bed linen, his face turned away from me and partly
obscured where the sheet was scrunched and heaped up beside his chest. He
was alone and obviously fast asleep but evidence of my parents' earlier
activity was plain to see in the chaotic state of the bedclothes. I
wondered where mom was and then guessed that she'd gone to the shops. The
house was completely silent, save my dad's deep breathing. I watched as
his muscled chest gently rose and fell and immediately I felt wet again.
A warm trickle ran down my leg and I pressed my hips against the door
frame while never taking my eyes off him. Through the panties and skirt I
enjoyed the hardness of the wood rubbing into my pussy and bit down on a
finger to stifle any noise.

Suddenly, though it had been hidden by his left leg a minute ago, I
noticed his penis lying like a spent fish against his other leg. It
twitched, swelled a little and rose further into view. My daddy was
having an erotic dream! As if the reality of wild sex with mom wasn't
enough for him he had to dream about it too. I had to choke back on a
giggle and I told myself I should go. This was so naughty. His organ grew
convulsively, like a time lapse film of a growing plant, and I was
completely hypnotised by it. I had never seen my daddy's penis before, or
any penis. I reached down around my bottom, pulled my skirt up and
slipped my hand down my panties while I continued to rub my clitty
against the frame. I watched him grow stiffer until he was completely
erect and pointing proudly into the warm air of the room, the eye
directed at the ceiling light. In my heightened state it was easy to make
myself cum again but keeping quiet was harder. My legs quaked, my pussy
throbbed and gushed while I emitted a deep groan through clenched teeth.

As my orgasm faded my awareness changed and I became suddenly aware of
something new. My eyes flew to the window. In the reflection I could see
my daddy's face. His eyes were wide open! Our eyes stayed connected for a
second longer before I ran back to my room, overwhelmed with shame. He
had seen me all the time. He had been enjoying seeing his daughter
aroused by the sight of him! I threw myself on the bed and buried my face
in the pillow. This was too much to take. My face was hot and smeared
again with tears. I wanted to return to school or just leave the house,
anything just to hide this feeling of shame from my parents. I felt so
weak and I just crawled under the bed sheet, still in my clothes.

I thought of my school friend and how we shared everything. I'd told her
the most private secrets. Could I ever breathe a word to her of what had
happened this morning? My friend and I were so close but I doubted that I
could ever overcome the embarrassment that today's events had filled me
with. I turned over onto my back, breathed deeply, then reached out and
switched on the radio. I turned the volume up in the hope it would drown
out the raging confusion inside me. These were my parents whom I had been
raised to love and respect. I used to run to them for kisses and cuddles.
What kind of of love could this be where my entire body longed for their
bodies, to be defiled by them, be filled by them and be corrupted by
them? I was a daisy fresh girl and look what they'd done to me. An odd
thought struck me: my parents were sex maniacs! Certain events in my
childhood suddenly made sense now that I knew this. I had often wondered
why they spent so long in bed, in the bathroom together, why I'd be
shooed away to play downstairs. When I was little, every day I'd return
home from school to find the house apparently empty, only to see them
suddenly burst out of a room looking dishevelled. I wondered at my
naïvety or even plain stupidity. My only excuse was that, in those days,
the house we lived in had thicker walls.

I masturbated again for a little while, but I just couldn't overcome the
feeling that doing it in my childhood bed was wrong. With the music
playing I went online for a bit to email my friend, ask her what she was
up to and to tell her that I missed her. I mooched to the kitchen to see
what I could get for breakfast but I wasn't hungry for food and mom was
still out, so I mooched to the bathroom, hardly knowing what I was doing.

I pulled down my skirt and panties, sat down and fell into a kind of
daydream. To the left of me the shower curtain was pulled across, hiding
the bath. All was quiet. I sniffed and was suddenly aware of the smell of
smoke. My dad's cigar smoke. There was a soft splash from and I realised
that dad had drawn a bath and probably fallen asleep as he often did
while having a soak. He would often smoke in the bath. It was a slightly
decadent habit of his which I loved him for but for which mom would
sometimes berate him as he'd once set the curtain on fire. He probably
hadn't heard me come in and all I had to do now was quickly draw my
panties and skirt back up and slip out again. But the same curiosity that
had forced me to peep at him through the door now forced me to peep at
him round the shower curtain.

This time he really did look asleep. He blonde head was tilted back, his
mouth wide open and the abandoned cigar was smouldering away to itself on
the tiles. It was a large bath and was almost full to the brim, leaving
most of his body submerged save his hands which drooped over the sides. I
couldn't help but smile fondly. What a sybarite! I bit my lip and shook
my head. He must have really needed this after his earlier frenzied
activity. I stood, quickly dressed and was about to pad softly out when
his deep voice came through the curtain.

"Hey baby? Is that you?"

I froze. Did he mean mom? He wants to do it to mom in the bath, I
thought, and decided to pretend I hadn't heard. I only advanced two steps
to the door before I heard the shower curtain being drawn aside. I slowly
turned to see his handsomely lined face regarding me steadily. Glancing
to the right I saw his naked, wonderfully toned body in the water. He was
eyeing me from my head to my bare feet. I closed my eyes, blushed again
and shook my head slightly, amazed at the inappropriateness of the
situation. He grinned.

"Come here and sit down," he told me while patting the tiles at the side
of the bath, but his tone was kind. "We haven't talked for so long, just
the two of us."

I frowned, irritated that my embarrassment was not already plain enough.
He finally took the hint and drew the curtain across again but chuckled
knowingly. I perched on the tiles by the side of the bath with my face
hidden from him by my hair.

I'll run out of here screaming if he so much as touches me, I lied to
myself.

"So," he coughed, "got a boyfriend?"

I shook my bowed head and said nothing.

"Oh, that's right," he said and clicked his fingers. "Your mother told me
about a girl you like at school?"

I turned my head a little and smiled, tight-lipped.

"Don't you like boys at all?" he asked in a slightly incredulous tone.
"Well, that's fine, we love you anyway, dear."

"I love you too, daddy," I whispered but he didn't seem to hear as he
splashed around.

"Your mother was into girls too at your age."

I almost turned around in my surprise.

"Oh yeah," he continued. "I caught her at it one time. They let me join
in."

Oh my god, I breathed, and tried to stand up but my legs seemed to have
suddenly stopped working.

"Two women at once is really something," he said. "In fact, it's
something we've started doing again recently. I missed having a threesome
and I know she did too. Women can go on and on and on and that is such a
massive turn on. Some men find it intimidating. Not me, I love it. I
think it makes a man more determined not to keep all the pleasure for
himself and to wait before cumming. But it also makes me able to cum more
powerfully. Doubles the pleasure," he laughed softly.

There was a wet patch now where I was sitting, but I couldn't be sure if
it was from my dad's splashing or not.

"Having said that," he said with a sigh, "sometimes your mother is more
than enough for me. I swear I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I
didn't know it was possible to cum so many times in one hour. Just this
last hour I must have done it three times and she came seven times, I
think. Or maybe eight. So much for equality. We started after you went to
bed last night and just fucked the entire night away. We did it in every
position we know again and again, going down on each other numerous
times. And another thing is, she's stayed so tight even after all this
time. She grips me so hard sometimes I can't seem to pull out. Sometimes,
no matter how much I give her, it never seems to be enough. I think she
wants a threesome with a guy she knows at work but I'm so not into that.
I admit, seeing her with another guy might make me jealous and that would
turn me on, but the idea of another naked guy in our bed, no. I think
she's probably a bit more broad-minded than I am."

There was a pause while he splashed around some more. Then I felt his
hand on mine but I couldn't leap up and scream like I'd told myself I
would. I looked down at the hand which completely covered mine. It was
firm and strong, like the rest of him.

"I hope none of this shocks you, baby," he told me, "but you can't stay
innocent forever. Aren't you a bit curious to know what being with a guy
is like? Are there no guys you like at all?" I heard a teasing smile in
his voice as he asked, "No boys I should be jealous of?"

I cleared my throat and finally found my voice. "Yes," I replied, "there
is one guy I like."

I now wanted so desperately to turn around and get a long look at his
body, but that was impossible. In finding my voice I now also found the
strength to stand. I stepped forward, my feet slipped on wet tiles and I
was propelled backwards into the bath, my bottom quickly sinking onto my
dad's legs. A tide of water slopped over the sides and my head bumped
gently into the far side of the bath. His arms caught me, embraced me,
and we were immediately snogging like crazy with me on top of him. His
penis was already engorged, or maybe it had been already, and its tip
poked against my belly through the skirt which now covered most of the
water like a deflated balloon. His hands slipped up the back of my
soaking top while my hands ran through his hair. We pulled each other
closer so that our bodies pressed together. I hardly knew now what I was
doing, I was so driven crazy by lust.

Suddenly he pushed me away gently and asked me, "Are you sure you want
this?"

I smiled, lay back on the opposite side of the bath, pulled my skirt off
and my panties aside, then nodded. His gorgeous muscular torso reared
above me and I gazed up at him adoringly while biting my lip. He took his
pulsing penis and pressed it against my slit. I encouraged him with a
flood of kisses to his face and neck while I massaged his hard chest. He
grunted and pressed his hips forward. He managed to penetrate me to about
half an inch, but he was so big.

"Jesus," he said laughing, "you're so tight I can't get in."

I caressed him and licked his ear, gently urging him into me, but it
seemed that I was either too tight or he was too big. I frowned and
wondered what I was doing wrong.

"Just relax, baby," he told me gently and began gliding the glans up and
down my labia. Then he rubbed it into my clitty just as mom had told me
he liked to do to her. The eye circled my hardening button and I wondered
if he had any semen left to shoot. My pussy walls felt so hot and were
crying out for my daddy's cock. We gazed into each other's eyes
adoringly, caressing, stroking, cajoling. I let him try again. He entered
me slowly and this time was able push the entire head inside. I gasped
and closed my eyes, forcing the pleasure to eclipse the pain. I wanted
all of him but was unsure how much more of him I could take.

I spread my legs as wide as the bath would allow, threw back my head and
cried, "Fuck me please, daddy!"

With a frown of concentration he looked down and seemed to will his cock
even harder. I could feel the ardent beat of his blood stream through it
as he forced himself inside a little more, then a little more. I gripped
his back, bringing him closer to me and deeper into me. My walls slowly
parted until he was buried up to the hip inside me. I loved the feel of
his rock hardness inside me and the feel of his body pressing against me.
He gasped for breath, then withdrew a little before grasping the sides of
the bath to begin fucking me ever so slowly. I was gasping too and crying
out just like mom had earlier while waves of bath water gushed over the
side. When he pressed into me my head was forced into the end of the
bath, which was fortunately partly cushioned, and when he withdrew my
hips were drawn upward as my pussy was clenching him so hard. His own
lust took over and he began pounding away at me like a battering ram. I
threw my arms around him, hooked a leg across his back and held on
tightly. With every thrust my pain was slowly replaced by pleasure which
steadily grew and grew.

Then he withdrew altogether and ordered me up. He turned me around,
slipped off my top, squeezed my breasts, bent me over and entered me from
behind. The first thrust of his stiffness hurt but again the pain was
soon banished. I found that wiggling my bottom a little from side to side
afforded us both a bit of extra enjoyment, though my soaked cotton
panties were chafing us both a little. I emitted a waul of intense
pleasure when my orgasm arrived. I convulsively clenched his cock so
tightly that he ceased thrusting for a few moments and held me to his
chest while kissing my cheek. I could feel him pressing deeper and deeper
into me until I was sure he had reached my cervix and this set me
screaming in ecstasy. I thrashed and kicked in the water until my arms
gave way and my face smacked into the black leather-cushioned side. He
pulled me by the arms, flattened my hips and legs to the bottom of the
bath and continued fucking me like that as if I was a doll, and I was
unable to reciprocate with any movement at all. He finally withdrew,
leaving me breathless and weak. But he still hadn't cum and was
completely erect and ready for more.
I turned and we both sat back for a moment. He was clearly admiring every
inch of me. I stood to give him a better look and slipped my panties off
while he stretched his tall, handsome form in the bath below me. I bent
down to kiss him gently, brushing his lips with mine. Then I looked down,
saw that he was still as stiff as ever, and squatted on him. He went in
slowly but more easily this time and soon my hips were resting on his. I
held his broad shoulders and lifted myself a little before thrusting my
hips back down. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the exquisite
sensation of my daddy's cock driving my walls apart again.

"You fuck just like your mom," he said in amazement.

I smiled happily at the compliment and began bouncing up and down on him.
Dance lessons had taught me the sense of balance that this position
seemed to require. By now there was very little water in the bath and
with my panties finally off too there was absolutely nothing to impede
our movements. Straining his beautiful body he met each of my hip thrusts
with his own. Our pelvises banged together repeatedly with a wet 'slap,
slap, slap'. I came again and screamed into his ear that I loved him. I
felt him grow even harder, his cock head swelled and suddenly he pulled
out of me. I sat back, unsure of what to do. I watched avidly as he
quickly simulated the grip of my pussy with his hand until jets of hot
stickiness shot into my wide open mouth. I flinched in surprise but kept
my mouth open while more of his semen squirted into me. He was grunting
like an animal with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. I was
sitting beneath him and gazing up at him adoringly. I closed my mouth and
swallowed, finding the taste of him mild and lovely.

When he had finished I stood, threw my arms around him and cried, "Oh my
daddy, oh my daddy, I love you so much!"

When we finally disengaged I thought he had a slightly stunned look. He
wiped the semen from my face with a splash of water, kissed me and
stepped from the bath. Dazed, I heard him then say something about being
ravenous as he wrapped a towel around himself and left the room. When I
hopped onto the floor I found it was beneath half an inch of water. After
drying myself I quickly popped my head out the door to see if mom was
about. Finding the passageway quiet I ran to my room to dress. Over clean
underwear I drew on my cream knee length pants. They were tight and made
me feel sexy and went well with the loose red cotton top I chose. A song
came on the radio I liked and I bounced carelessly about the room while
dressing. I took care of the flood in the bathroom quickly with a mop and
bucket I found in the kitchen. Mom had returned and was fixing some
brunch.

"Hi mom!" I beamed, leaving her to gawp at the sight of me so happily
attending to a chore.

While mopping the bathroom floor I heard them chatting in the kitchen
about their work while laying the table. They were both therapists, dad
specialising in marriage guidance and mom with children. They had
apparently been feeling a little under pressure lately with extra work
loads and were glad it was Sunday. A sudden tinny crash of Beethoven told
me that dad had left his mobile in the bathroom. He didn't come in so I
went over to fetch it from the chair. It was a text but with pictures.
Curiosity got the better of me and I looked to see a selfie taken by a
young, beautiful woman with flaming red big hair. She was wearing a deep
red velvet mini dress. Under the photo were the words 'how about that
3sum this pm, sweet<3s xx?' There were other pictures and as I scrolled
through them she became progressively denuded, first of the dress, then
her panties and black high heels until her skinny body was completely
naked. I almost dropped the phone but was able to replace it just where I
found it.

The voices in the kitchen were softer but I could just make out mom
saying, "It's Roz. It looks like she's really up for it."

"Great!" said my dad. "We'll take her out and do it at the beach."

With the bathroom floor dry I now dried my feet and returned to my room
to put on my cute, pink Hello Kitty sneakers. My hair was wild and
unkempt but I didn't care. I felt more carefree now that I could ever
remember. I skipped into the kitchen to find them both sitting down and
waiting for me to join them. They were still in bath robes, probably
ready to cast them off as soon as they had finished eating. The thought
of how insatiable they were didn't bother me now and I laughed. I kissed
mom, not on the cheek as usual but full on the lips. I did the same to
dad, then sat down between them to survey an ample spread of toast, eggs,
cereal and waffles. I grabbed a handful of waffles and had begun spooning
syrup onto them when I became aware of a strange silence. I froze and
looked up at dad, then at mom, and I dropped my spoon. I felt tears
welling up and my hand went to my mouth. Dad sat back with his arms
folded, apparently uncomfortable under mom's angry glare.

"You son of a bitch," she breathed, and dad shrugged.

"Mom?" I said trembling. "Dad? What's going on?"

"It's OK, honey," said mom as she placed her hand on mine, "this isn't
your fault." She sighed. "I knew this would happen." She gazed critically
at dad. "Your father's been saying how much he's been looking forward to
seeing you now that you've the body of a grown woman. It's been a little
bit of a shock to see you go suddenly from being a little child to an
adult. Apparently, having such a beautiful girl in the house, even if she
is one's daughter, is a bit too much for either of us to handle without
reverting to our base instincts."

Her voice was dripping with scorn. I was afraid to raise my head, afraid
of the hurtful effect her words must be having on dad.

"Base instincts?" I heard his voice now match the sarcasm in hers. "Since
when have yours stopped you doing anything? Oh sure, you're so in control
of yourself, so much the lady, so concerned with social propriety, with
being seen to do the 'right thing'. Ha! All night you behaved like an
animal. Not that I'm complaining. I love it. I feel like I'm being eaten
alive, but I love it. But don't you dare criticise me. I know you where
you put that last picture of our daughter and what you do with it, you
bitch!"

"And I know where the stains on it came from, you bastard!" mom yelled,
slamming the table and hurting my ears.

"Stop it!" I screamed with my hands raised to my ears.

After a minute I gingerly removed them to hear a deathly silence after
which I drew a ragged breath. I slowly stood and finally managed to raise
my eyes to both of them. They both stared daggers at each other across
the breakfast table.

"That you're arguing over me is more than I can take," I said weakly. "I
never wanted what has happened to me this morning, but I want you to
know, both of you, that I have never felt more loved today than I have
ever felt in my life. I want to give you both back so much of the love
you have shown me. I want to love you with all of my body, not just my
heart. I want to give myself entirely to both of you."

"But sex isn't love, sweetheart," said mom.

"Its a way to show love," I said. "You have both made it so clear to me
today that you really love me and you used sex to do that." I stepped
away from the table. "But if this situation has made either of you in the
least bit unhappy then maybe it was wrong. I shall go back to the school
and when I return we shall carry on as if none of this has happened." I
took a deep breath. "I just want to say that I love you so, so much," my
voice was breaking now, "and that I never meant to hurt either of you."

I was crying as I ran from the room. They both attempted to stop me but I
threw their arms off me, ran down the passageway and out of the front
door. I had grabbed my jacket in the hall as I ran out and I reached into
a pocket for a tissue. I raised my eyes to the sky where rain clouds were
just now being pulled and torn apart to reveal gorgeous blue. I wanted to
cry more, but it seemed my body was worn out by one tide of emotion after
another.

Our neighbor, an elderly lady across the street, happened to be entering
her house at that moment, probably returning from church. She waved and
told me I looked very pale. I assured her I was OK and I began walking,
just to give the impression that all was normal. I wandered into the city
centre and eventually found myself in a café gazing out of the window. I
texted my friend and was interrupted twice in the process, first by mom
trying to call me, then by dad. I rejected both their calls and told my
friend that things were a bit 'weird' at home. I thought about her, how
she was always trying to winkle me out of my shell. If she could only see
me now. I thought of how, late at night, she'd practice dancing like a
lap dancer, just for me. We'd both laugh and talk about boys. We never
saw any though.

I passed some time gazing watching men passing the windows, my eyes
lingering especially on the slightly older ones. Then I caught sight of a
woman in a minidress, all dolled up and looking quite predatory, and as
the sun finally came out for the first time that day a thought suddenly
struck me. I smiled and pursued the thought for a pleasurable half hour,
enjoying the fantasy. Then my heartbeat quickened as I realised it didn't
need to stay a fantasy. I paid my bill and rushed off to the shopping
centre.

It was 2pm when I returned home. From the moment I was within sight of
the house I was scanning the road and sidewalks. There was no sign of her
nor of an unfamiliar car. With my cheeks slightly flushed I trotted up
the steps to the door and rang the bell. My mouth suddenly felt dry. I
wondered if I was really doing the right thing. I saw movement through
the window and realised there was no turning back now. Whichever way this
turned out, my life had reached a turning point. They had put me on this
course and now I had so to show them I was committed.

The door was opened by dad with mom pressing close behind him.
"Rosalind!" they both cried and cast glances between me and the street
behind me. Then their jaws dropped.

They looked me up and down and there was a stunned silence. Dad wolf
whistled and mom slapped him in the face, but when she turned back to me
her face had softened slightly.

"Wow," she breathed and they let me squeeze between them.

Holding my head erect, determined to go through with this as I had
planned while in the café, I strutted down the passageway to the living
room, twisted my ankle slightly, dumped my shopping bags on the couch and
briefly glanced at the unfamiliar babe in the mirror by the door. It was
Rosalind with her flaming red big hair, her face made up beautifully and
wearing nothing but a deep red velvet mini dress that was no bigger than
a baby doll negligee and a pair of the highest black high heels I had
been able find. I felt completely ready as I placed my hands on my hips
and threw my head back while mom and dad entered the room.

"How about that threesome, sweethearts?" I drawled.

They both laughed in astonishment and sat down, my dad in an armchair by
the window and mom on the opposite side of the room in the couch by the
TV. I could tell by their faces and the broken vase by the fire that they
had been rowing since I left. To dispel the silence I went to the music
and centre and played 'What You Need' by The Weeknd. I thought of my
friend and those times in our room that she would make me giggle
nervously and tease me so mercilessly. I raised my arms, began wiggling
my hips and slowly bent my legs until I was gyrating my bottom against my
heels. Then I rose, turned and stepped into the middle of the floor,
keeping my eyes off them both for the moment, enjoying a feeling of
unbridled freedom. I twisted and snaked my body while caressing my
breasts and hips, then passing my hands between my legs, teasing myself
as much as my audience. I had never felt so sexually free and comfortable
with my body. I knew I had always been a little plain and innocent
looking but I knew now that to feel sexy was to be sexy.

I slowly paced towards mom and made eye contact. In her blue and white
striped t shirt and white jeans she was now the one to look innocent. She
was gazing up at me with her mouth open. I placed my left foot on the arm
of the couch and gyrated my hips a few inches from her face. I pulled my
pink panties aside and my pussy greeted the air and my mom's eyes by
moistening slightly. I could tell I had her hypnotised and I grinned as I
span around and walked like a cat to where dad was sitting. I turned,
bent over to show him my bottom and pulled down my panties. With my dress
pulled up slightly I sat back and ground myself into his groin, feeling
him harden through his shorts. I lent back, turned my face to him, but
didn't allow him to kiss me. I sprang back up, faced him and bent to give
him a good view of my dainty cleavage while wiggling my body seductively
in time to the music. Daddy was the perfect gentleman and never even
raised a hand but then I felt my hand being grabbed from behind and I
turned to see mom standing there. I thought she looked angry but when she
threw her hands up to my face it was to cup my cheeks and place her lips
on mine. Only thrown off my confident stride for a moment I then allowed
her to kiss me passionately while I cupped and fondled her breasts. Then,
with her arms raised, it was easy to pull her shirt over her head. I
kissed her neck and chest, pulled her bra down and sucked on her
hardening nipples. No doubt I had done this many times eighteen years or
so before and it did seem a little strange, but mom's groans of pleasure
soon dispelled that feeling. I knelt and pulled down her jeans easily as
she hadn't worn a belt. I quickly pulled her panties aside and began what
I had wanted to do earlier, tonguing the lips of my mommy's pussy. She
hissed, opened her legs a little while I bent her backwards slightly to
gain better access. Again the odd though struck me that my tongue was now
entering the place I had exited eighteen years earlier but then her
little yelp of joy assured me that I was being a good daughter and that
what I was doing was merely making mom happy.

Meanwhile dad had been masturbating himself in the chair but now he stood
and embraced mom from behind. A happy idea occurred to me. While finger
fucking mom I unzipped dad, freed his engorged cock and began tonguing
him also. The tip of my tongue found the eye, teased it and tasted the
precum. This was the cock from which the sperm that had fertilised mom
had shot. As I pleasured both of my parents simultaneously it all seemed
so right but the thing that made me especially happy was the sound of
them kissing above me. I loved the sounds of their heavy breathing and
the lapping of their tongues.

Dad's passion was causing him to thrust his penis into my face and I
happily allowed him into my mouth. My jaw had to open as much as it could
to accommodate him. He was stretching my small mouth too. Once he was
slicked with my saliva and his precum he found it easier to penetrate me
and he began repeatedly thrusting his pelvis towards me. I hadn't
forgotten mom and my efforts were already paying off, judging by the deep
groaning that was starting to emanate from her chest. I couldn't take
more than half my daddy's cock into me as he was now battering the back
of my throat and causing me to gag. He seemed very happy with what I was
doing though. Soon both mom and dad were groaning with intense pleasure
and I was overjoyed when I felt my daddy's semen explode into my mouth
and my mommy's pussy clench around my fingers. Daddy held my head to his
cock and mommy held my hand to her pussy until they had both finished
spasming against me.

I sat back and laughed happily to see them gazing lovingly into each
other's eyes. I choked on the cum still in my mouth and swallowed. With
unbridled lust in his eyes daddy bent down and kissed me for what seemed
an age. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his tongue exploring my
mouth. Then daddy stood and asked both mom and I if we were ready for
more. I nodded eagerly and mom threw her head back and laughed as if to
say 'of course!' I had to kiss her again too. I had to make them both
understand that I was sharing my love for them equally.

She squeezed me fondly and said, "I love you so much, my sweet girl."

"I love you too, mom," I whispered and was about to resume the kiss when
dad, who had now stripped himself as naked as mom, took me from behind
and began rubbing his already hardening cock up and down my crack.

He gripped my upper arms and thrust into me with no warning and I knew
that he had no intention of sparing me or being gentle with me. I cried
out in shock as I felt my pussy penetrated roughly, his cock entering me
swiftly all the way to the hilt of his hips. He battered away at an
incredible speed, forcing me to take little steps forwards until I
reached the window. I hung onto the window sill, bent forwards and cried
as my entire body was continually pounded.
Dimly I became aware that the door bell had rung twice and that there now
came the sound of knocking from the hallway. Mom was between my legs
offering exquisite little twinges of pleasure as she tongued my clitty
while pleasuring herself with her fingers. Thus the door went unanswered.
A face then appeared in the window immediately before me and I wondered
if I might be looking into a mirror. A round, small-mouthed face crowned
with a haze of beautiful red hair stared back at me from outside. The
mouth opened to mimic mine but apparently not in pleasure. I felt dad
reach into the top of my dress to free my tits and pull on the nipples. I
seemed to be the only person to have noticed the arrival of Rosalind so I
greeted her with my tongue which I extended as far as I could. Her
freckled cheeks flushed crimson, she clamped her mouth shut, angrily
descended the steps and disappeared beyond the focus of my vision. An
orgasm suddenly tore threw me and I lost control of my entire body. My
legs shook and mom had to stop her lovely tonguing as my hips quivered
violently from side to side.

Daddy's cock popped out of my dripping pussy and was then seized hungrily
by mom. I stepped out of my dress and shoes and fell on the couch to
watch them together. Mom had absolutely no problem sucking him deeply
until her nose was pressing into in his groin. Daddy held her head there
and mom made strange noises in her throat. I was concerned that dad was
hurting her, but for a moment he pulled out to let her breathe and she
grinned up at him. She wanked him for a few seconds before allowing him
back into her and again she took all of his prodigious length. Tears and
saliva were streaming from her face but she was clearly loving it and
began massaging his manhood up and down with her lips. After an age of
this dad withdrew, laid down on the carpet beside her and mom sucked him
again while offering him her pussy for him to lick. Mom embraced his hips
while dad squeezed her bottom and extended his tongue until it was deep
inside her. They rolled over twice while maintaining their tight hold on
each other, groaning and moving as one. Daddy came before her, then mommy
dribbled her love juices all over my daddy's face as she shuddered and
wailed.

"Ohh baby, you're so good! So, so good, ooh!"

I took mom's hand, then dad's, and led them both into their bedroom. I
lay in the middle of their bed and a moment later they were on either
side of me, massaging my boobs and pussy. I now felt completely in
control and that my parents were there to please me in any way I wished.
Dad kissed me tenderly, then tongued me, working slowly down from my neck
to my pussy. As I felt the tip of his tongue lap at my pussy lips I
rolled onto my front with his head between my legs. Then mom planted
gentle kisses down my spine until she reached my bottom which she
squeezed and fondled playfully. She kissed my crack, pulled my cheeks
wide apart and then I felt the most beautiful and pleasurable sensation
yet, the feeling of my mommy running her tongue across the puckered
entrance to my anus. Dad's tongue opened me up and entered me on one side
and mom's entered me on the other. I shivered and breathed in sharply and
revelled in the pleasure of having both holes penetrated simultaneously,
gently and teasingly. I had never even imagined such a delicious thrill.
I moaned and moaned until I finally came again, gushing into daddy's
mouth. Then, full of my juices, dad planted his mouth quickly on mom's
and they shared a lingering, loving kiss. My whole body went into a
series of twitches that never seemed to end and I think I even foamed a
little at mouth as if I was having a seizure. I watched avidly as my cum
dribbled from their mouths, down mom's gorgeous breasts and onto my dad's
stiffy. Using this lubricant she rubbed him vigorously while prolonging
the kiss. When they parted mom eyes were glazed with lust. She turned
around until she was on all fours, offered him her pussy and squealed as
he pushed himself into her. Desperate to regain the incredible orgasm I
just had, I began to frig myself, driven wilder than ever by the sight of
mom and dad doing what they evidently did best, showing their love for
each other with sex. I smiled happily as mom came again on my daddy's
sweet cock.

They both had me again and again that day, fucking me crazily on their
huge bed. When night fell they collapsed together and slept with me in
between them. I cradled mom and dad cradled me.

We were the perfect family.

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2015