"Oh…! Fuck the fuck off!" I told her. "Lookit you, for cripessakes. Your mouth's running over with spit just thinking about it."
On my knees, I moved to where Daddy stood. He jumped back when I took his limp cock in hand. "Hold still!" I ordered.
"Right on!" yelled Tom.
"My God!" breathed Mummy. "He… he's your… your father."
I ignored her. And while Daddy grunted halfhearted protests, I covered his entire lower abdomen-pubic hair, dick, sacs and crotch- with the slippery cream. His joint began to grow. It thickened and stood away from the thatch of black hair. It bobbed. It Jerked. It did a dance in midair. I waited until it had grown to ominous proportions, then, still on my knees, taking firm hold of the fat, slippery glans, I walked him to the sofa. Mummy had an icky look on her face. I giggled. I lifted her soft trembling hand.
"So suck!" I told her, placing the length of Daddy's three-quarter-hard member in the hot palm of her hand.
"Yeah!" seconded Tom. "Suck that cock. Let's see you do better than Kathie." He moved to my side stood with hands on hips, hard dick sticking out from the fly of his pants like the prow of a ship.
Me and Daddy and Tom stared at Mummy. She blinked. Her gaze dropped to the hot meat in her hand. She eyed it uncertainly. Was all that in my tight little mouth, she seemed to be thinking. Ten inches… but looked to be at least a foot long! God! Heaven help me!
"How about it, Nan?" coaxed Daddy. "You haven't blown me since the night I made you suck it. Remember how it felt? Going in? All hot and hard and anxious to shoot cum in your mouth? Kiss it! You like whipped cream. Just give it a little love peck there on the head." He moved closer, knees against the cushion. He wedged his leg between Mummy's, made her open. His hand dove into her blonde bush.
"Arumph!" Mummy leaned far forward on the fingers probing the swollen outer lips of her cunt. Her head shot down. Her pink tongue flicked out like a bugler, and stole a dab of whipped cream from the head of the mighty shaft in her hand. She licked her red lips.
"Man," said Tom. "She never would give me a blowjob."
"Thought you didn't like cocksuckers, but I sure in hell like having my cock sucked. And if you're talking about that fuckin' nympho, Evlyn-shit! I was too busy shafting that redheaded pussy to take time out to let her give me a blowjob. I left that to you."
Daddy was no longer listening. Now his dick was completely hard, tip breathing, and he appeared to be concentrating on the clean part down the center of Mummy's long hair. "Just a little suck," he said gruffly. "You don't have to take it all. The head… maybe an inch or two more. Just enough lo give it some heat… a little soft tongue action. Baby?"
Mummy hesitated. But her pelvis had begun to rotate on the fingers up her twat, and the lust, the incontrollable craving for stiff man meat, was apparent in her eyes. Again the furtive pink buglar tongue appeared. It licked the tip clean… crept down the shaft… paused at the roots… retreated. Mummy hiccoughed. She stared wide-eyed up at Daddy.
"It's like the first time we fucked in the car," whispered Daddy. "And before. When I reamed out your tight-Christ! So fucking tight asshole! It's always like that the first coupl-a times. Jesus! Remember how frightened you were the time we fucked in the armchair while your old man lay on the couch watching TV? Talk about scared! Remember what you said when I lifted the dress and dug inside your panties? Remember that, Nan?"
"I… I said you… you were going to put… put your big dick right through me," stammered Mummy. "I… "I thought sure Daddy was going to catch us. But you wouldn't stop. You… you took it out, under the dress, and no matter how… how much I pleaded, begged you to stop, you kept p-p-pushing it up my pussy. I… I didn't think it would work. But you made me so hot, so wet d-down there, I c-c-couldn't t-think, didn't care, h-had to feel you inside me." She considered the hard thing in her hand. Her fingers moved gently, lovingly, from the head, to the tight pubic curls. She bent, pressed her moist lips to the pulsing red tip.
"Ahhh! Um! Suck it, sweetheart. Put it in your mouth." Daddy moved the fat head of his swollen cock slowly back and forth across her slightly parted lips. "Think about all the times you were scared. Like before… the first time in the coupe… the armchair. Think about how… oh Jesus. You're making me crazy with that tongue. Put it in, Nan. Think about how good it was when you got over being afraid."
Again Mummy stared up at him, a big-eyed, frightened and beautiful little girl. "I… I d-don't wanna do y-you s-s-standing up," she breathed.
"Manoman!" choked Tom. "Jesus Christmas!" Boy! I thought, glancing from Mummy, to Daddy, to Tom, back to Mummy. Daddy had some fucking line! All he had to do was get Mummy talking and thinking about things they'd done and she'd fuck or suck or hang from the chandelier. I watched him flop beside her on the sofa. Her hand closed ferociously around the thing in his lap. She squeezed so hard the whipped cream seeped through her fingers. I moved against Tom, unbuckled his pants, and let them fall to the floor.
"It wasn't easy to spike you in that armchair… your old lady banging pots in the kitchen… the old man right there… banging out laughs over some boob on TV while I tried to bang you." Daddy fell back, taking Mummy with him. They stretched out on the cushions, Mummy on top. He pushed her down until the tip of his cock rested between her jiggly breasts, took one soft melon in each hand, pressed them together, and slowly fucked the hot valley between her tits. But once my dick got past the lips, he continued, humping, "past that soft blonde pussy hair, you wiggled that sweet ass… sighing like you do when you're hot… moving down… like my prick was a corkscrew and your cunt was a bottle of wine."
"Oh, Daddy. That's simply beautiful." I wanted to cry, to throw myself on him to tear Mummy's eyes out. I closed my own eyes instead, reciting the ersatz poetry, closed my legs on Tom's shaft.
"Let's fuck, Ratty. We've done everything else. Now I want a shot of that pussy." Tom tried to poke me.
I stopped him. Now, after having been knocked completely askew by Daddy's love words, I was convinced and more determined than ever that no. one-not Tom, not Mr. George, whom I had considered, not fucking Jesus Christ himself if he came down and asked me-no one except Daddy, like it or not, would be the one to tramp my trampoline. I felt almost religious about it.
"Let's just watch," I told Tom. "It's kinky. Like dirty movies… only better." I closed tight on his joint, sawed back and forth, making him fuck the tender flesh at the top of my thighs… allowing his shaft to glide along the lower part of my gash. "Hold my ass," I directed. "Squeeze real hard while we watch."
Tom groaned. His fingers bit into my buttocks. We swayed… dry fucking… watching… listening to Daddy's words:
"… And when I got it all the way in, cock up to your belly button, inside, hot, tight, you threw one leg over the arm of the chair, and we pretended to laugh at the boob on TV so the old man wouldn't catch on. Remember? Go down, Nan. Go all the way down and suck." Daddy abandoned her breasts, gripped her shoulders, and pushed until her face met whipped-creamed pubic hair. Mummy, too, was by now smeared with whipped cream from the mess enhancing Daddy's sex, and Daddy, exactly as me and Tom had done the first time I blew him there on the sofa, twisted around, head to crotch, crotch to head six and nine, and began lapping the creamy stuff off her quivery round belly.
Mummy shivered, sobbed. She licked the cream from the base of Daddy's hard rod. She thrusted her pelvis at him. "Eat me, luv. Put your face in my pussy. It… it's all w-wet with w-w-wanting you."
"First put the head in your mouth," replied Daddy.
"No. You… you first. I… I'll do it, b-b-but you start suc-sucking my c-cunt first."
"Oh, for crying out loud!" I hollered.
Daddy glanced guiltily back to me. A determined look came into his eye. Turning back to Mummy, he spread the pink lips of her cunt with two fingers on each hand and mashed his mouth into the sopping wet gash. He slurped. He bucked his hips at Mummy's face.