Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 20:57:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Mom and Dad Mom and Dad, a Short Story Bisexual Incest - Adult/Youth If you enjoy reading these stories please contribute to NIFTY. I sometimes think it was the fact that two seemingly unrelated things happened simultaneously that made me take note. Independent of each other I probably would not have paid too much attention to either, but I could not ignore both my mom and my dad. First, I happen to overhear two of my friends talking about how my dad was so hot. They were like he is so cute, he is so manly, I bet that great ass could pump me into next week; look at how big he is and I bet his cock is also gimormous. Never mind his cock I could just ride that big middle finger into multiple orgasms. I love the way he looks at my tits, it make me so wet. Doesn't he have the look of a pussy eater? I was sure they were talking about my dad as they were looking right at him. Not two days later I was helping my mom clean out our attic, and she showed me a journal of poetry she wrote in college. I was looking through it when she had to stop and she told me to put the journal back in the box when I was done. I read some more and when I went to put it away I noticed another journal. Thinking it was more poems I began to read it and was amazed to find out it was a diary. I felt I was reading porn. In it she wrote about my dad and her doing all kinds of sexual things together. She did not write, we had sex tonight, it was more like I got totally fucked and could hardly stand up when he finished me. The first entries are from when she was 14 and he 17. Not only did they fuck every day, they fucked all the time. They had sex several times a day, and at night my mom would sneak my dad into her bedroom and they fucked 2 to 3 times in a row. He was able to fuck her, come, and get hard again in about 10 minutes. And, she writes that he lasted a long time. She describes one time where he got her on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed while he stands next to the bed and fucks her from behind. He had to keep reminding her to yell into the pillow so that her parents didn't hear them. She wrote she pulled the blankets off the bed, then the top sheet, then the fitted sheet. Finally, she grabbed the mattress, and in the morning there was cum and pussy juice all over her bed. Apparently he like to try different things like anal, and he like to fuck in public places. He fucked her under the bleachers during a football game, at the movies. She writes about how at the theater she took off her panties, and sat on his lap with her skirt covering them up while he had her fuck herself. And the blowjobs. Based on what she wrote it was a wonder they have time to do anything given how much time she spent sucking his dick. It seemed my dad was one of those guys that got a blowjob and within the hour he was wanting another one. And she gave it to him. But mom was also insatiable. She like to fuck as much as he did, and sometimes like at the movies she would mount him and fuck herself on his cock. She like to ride him and experience multiple orgasms. I could not believe they did swapping with other couples, and mom was the one who enjoyed getting fuck by other guys. All the friends broke off into pairs, but mom actually let every guy fuck her. And she was not shy about threesomes. Either my dad and another guy, or two guys at the same time when my dad was fucking someone else. The orgies started after she graduated from high school and just before they married. Mom was not opposed to going to orgies alone. Technically you could not go alone so she would go without my father, and take another man. My father knew and had no problem with her going out to get fucked when he could not go with her. It was as if I was reading fiction because I found it hard to believe some of what she had written. Like my dad hosting a poker game and her doing all the player, one by one, and then several at once. Who does that? And who lets his wife have so much sex? Well maybe the answer to my dad going along with it was his own desires and propensities. He like to have sex in unusual places. And it was not only fucking her on the hood of a car, but fucking her in the mouth and ass. She writes he would face fuck her until she was vomiting gob of saliva. She writes of him liking his fucks sloppy and his sloppy blowjobs. And as my friends discussed he was a pussy eater. They would 69 until her mouth was sore and then he would continue eating her out until her clit was sore. His nickname was Salty because all their friends, male and female, knew he ate pussy. All the time. At orgies he was known to go into a bedroom where a couple was sleeping and go down on the wife, while her husband laid next to them. Apparently the only problem some husbands had with him going down on their wives while they were in the same bed was him disturbing their sleep. I could not get through the diary without masturbating. I took the diary to my room and read it every night. There were literally almost 10 years of entries. I started to see my mom as a slut, and my dad as someone I wanted to fuck. Now before you imagine my undressing and hoping into bed with my parents so that my dad could fuck me, that is not reality. I had to first get up the nerve. What if my mom and dad had changed? Also, did I want my mom knowing my dad was fucking me? Also, what if my dad was not into teen pussy anymore. My mom wasn't fat, but she certainly did not have a girlish body. Maybe dad wanted women with big tits and a big ass. My mom certainly had those. It took me two months of reading the diary every night (got to the point I knew where the parts I like best were), masturbating and scheming for me to get a plan together. And in the end it was so simple. Thinking I was home alone I came out of the shower, laid on my bed completely nude and started to masturbate. It took me a minute to realize he was standing at the door to my bedroom smiling. Now, I have been planning to fuck him forever, and now he walks in on me and my immediate reaction was to jump up, alarmed, and trying to cover up. I slipped and fell on the floor. He rushed to me and asked if I was hurt. I was holding my wrist from where I had tried to break my fall and he helped me up, sat me on the bed and examined me. It took me a minute to realize that while he was asking about my wrist, his hands were everywhere except my wrist. There I was on the bed, nude, with my pussy still gleaming, and my fingers smelling of cunt and my dad touching me all over. He never made eye contact. Instead he asked if he should kiss it and make it better. He put his head between my legs. I forgot all about my wrist, and them I was holding his head and my hips were moving against his face. I creamed. Then I creamed again. He stood up and undressed. As he began to take his clothes off I laid back and spread my legs for him. He undressed so slowly that I took my hand and began to masturbate again. It was only then he looked me in the eye and asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I nodded my head and said yes. He climbed between my legs and position his cock head at my pussy lips and asked me again if I wanted to get fucked, and this time while he asked he ran the cock head up and down against my clit. I moved my hips to try and get him to enter me and I finally said yes. He asked me yes what, and I replied I want to get fucked and he gave this little laugh and said well beg for it cunt.