A Family Situation Pt. 03 by kparc1212

A Family Situation Pt. 03 by kparc1212

Discover the steamy continuation of the adult sex story "A Family Situation Pt. 03" as the scandalous family drama heats up. Indulge in the passion and desire of this seductive tale.<br/> I woke up Sunday morning. My body sore, my thoughts in a haze, wishing the events of the last two days had been a dream not the reality it was.

I had expected to hear my daughter moaning and my husband grunting as the two of them woke up fucking. But there was no noise coming from “their” bedroom. I gazed around my sons. Everything neat and orderly. He had cleaned it up before he left for college. He said it was his farewell gift to me, a clean bedroom. I smiled, God he is such a sweet boy. Then I felt the smile drain away from my face. Did I really wanted to drag him down into this darkness.

I pulled myself from between the sheets, stood, steadied myself and walked, naked, to the bathroom across the hall to pee and brush my teeth. Each step reminded me of yesterday. My pussy and ass sore from the over and unnatural use.

As I was coming out of the bathroom, Jake was stepping out of the bedroom. He stopped, eyed me up and down and said, “Kelly left, you can get dressed and how about some bacon and eggs, I’m starving?”

I was taken aback by his genial tone. I nodded and answered, “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, I’ll fix the coffee”. He started to walk down the hall, stopped and turned. “Think we can make eleven o’clock service? I want talk to the reverend about how the fund raising is coming along for the new addition.”

I smiled, “Yes, we should have plenty of time.”

“Good,” and he continued down the hall and stairs.

I quickly went into my old bedroom, through on a sundress and slippers and went to the kitchen. Jake was sitting at the table, sipping on his coffee, reading the news on his laptop.

“When Kelly’s not here, you can sleep in our room.”

“Okay.”

It was as if the last two days didn’t happen. We were back to being us.

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As we walked into the church. I felt a dozen eyes on me. I felt uncomfortable. Could someone be here that was at my home yesterday, using me? Knowing the truth about me?

I didn’t hear a word of the sermon. I kept looking down afraid to make eye contact.

As we walked out of the church Jake stopped and had a chat with Reverend Tucker.

Natalie James, walked by me, gave me an up and down glance. “Why Mary, you look lovely in that dress.”

“Thank you, Natalie, you look very nice too.”

She gave me a closed lip smile as she again looked me up and down and walked away.

Dear God, was she the woman that had fisted me and watched me yesterday?

“Let’s go,” I felt Jake take my arm gently in his. “Fund raising on tract.”

We drove home in silence.

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The rest of the day was like a normal Sunday. We barely talked. Jake settled down in the living room watching golf. The same living room where I was bond, fucked, humiliated, degraded, used and laughed at. I puttered around the house, cleaning, dusting, reorganizing the pantry, anything to keep me busy, anything to keep my mind from wondering off to what had happened, what they had done to me yesterday.

I don’t really remember getting dinner ready. Jake made some small talk during dinner. The rest of the evening we sat together in the living room, watching TV, basically in silence.

I was in bed already when Jake climbed in. He leaned over, smoothed my hair on my head and said, “Good night”, and turned away from me. I stared at the ceiling, lost in one last thought of the day. John, my son, would be home in four days, four days.

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Monday and Tuesday were uneventful. Normal, like nothing in our lives had changed. Then Wednesday as I drove into the driveway, I saw Kelly’s car parked outside the garage. “Oh God”, I thought, as I walked into the garage. As the garage door closed behind me, I started to strip, fearing what would happen to me, what they would do to me if I dared to come in clothed. My pussy betrayed me, as it tingled with the question, “What, would they do to me, if I came in the house clothed?” My mind stumbled over the possibilities, the torment, the pleasure of the pain. I shook the thought away as I tugged off my panties. Now completely naked, holding my clothes over my forearm and my heels in my hand, I opened the door that led to the kitchen and stepped into the house.

I listened, all seemed quiet, then I heard my daughter moan loudly, “Yes daddy, just like that!”

I slowly opened the kitchen door to the dining room and saw the same scene that greeted me a few days ago. My sweet Kelly, again, laying on her back on our black lacquered dining room table. Her feet high in the air wide apart. Her father grasping her by the ankles, holding her slender legs in a perfect “V”. Her long blonde hair was splayed around her head. Her arms pressed against her sides with her hands gripping the tables edge to hold her body in place as her father fucked her hard, thrusting his thick cock into her. Her large tits flopping back and forth on her chest each time he pushed into her.

Kelly’s pale white skin and blonde hair contrasting with the black shiny finish on the table framed the whole scene. Jake glanced over at me, then back down at our lovely little girl. He trusts cock harder into her. Hammering into our daughter’s completely shaven pussy.

Kelly didn’t notice me. She was lost in her lust of her father’s thick cock. Surrendering her body to him. A sharp grown escaping from her mouth with each of her father’s impacts. I could hear the squishy sound each time he entered her. Her pussy drenched in her juice; the scent filled the room. I was reliving the first time I saw them together. Reliving my first steps into depravity, my first venture into forbidden, sin filled, sex.

Seemingly, still unaware of me, Kelly lifted her head off the table, looked at her father, gritted her teeth and through stiff lips, begged him, “Daddy, please, fuck me up the ass.”

Jake’s stern expression didn’t change as he slowly pulled his ridged, cunt juice coated cock from our daughter’s pussy. He let go of her ankles, her feet dangled in the air. He looked down at her pussy as she moved her hips off the table, exposing her ass rim to her father. He took hold of the base of his steel tool, with one hand. His other hand was a balled in a fist at his side. He pressed the blood-filled tip of his circumcised helmet against her asshole and with one motion shoved his cock balls deep into our daughter’s ass.

Her mouth wide open, no sound came out. Her head tilted back. Her long blonde hair cascading like a wave onto black, shiny tabletop. Her back arched. Her hands gripped the table edge tighter. Our daughter’s whole body tensed. Her toes curled. Her wide-open legs showed her toned muscles as they strained in her pain and pleasure.

My husband’s hands in fist on either sides of his hips. His sweaty face just staring down at our little girl. It was like they were both frozen in the moment. Jake, with his hard, unforgiving cock embedded in Kelly’s ass. Then I realized, ‘OH MY GOD! Kelly was orgasming. Her ass muscles constricted around her father’s girth. The intensity over-whelming her.

The only movement: her hands let go of the table’s edge and her fingers sprayed apart as if pure erotic energy was being released through her fingertips.

She seemed to be frozen in that moment of tormented ecstasy. The room was silent. The scents of their sex, body odor and stale perfume, filled the air.

Then her body relaxed. Her head and back slumped to the table. Her legs lost their tone. She let out an audible sigh.

Then her father gave a quick jab into her ass with his birthing tool and Kelly’s body arched and surrendered to a second, cock, ass grasping intense constricting orgasm.

I then realized, my own body was covered in goosebumps and sweat. My nipples were erect and hard. My pussy so moist, its juice was seeping out of me down my inner thighs.

Kelly’s body relaxed again, she took a few deep breaths, looked up at her father. He glared down at her. He looked angry. Then he jabbed into her ass again. She arched up, her head back, her body tensed. Then she screamed! Jake was pumping his cum into her ass! He grabbed her legs at the inner joints of her knees pushing and keeping his dick buried fully into her ass. His cock pulsating and spewing his warm, sticky cum into our daughter, saturating the inside of her ass.

Kelly’s lips quivered as her being was being shaken by another wave of her own orgasmic release.

As Jake’s spasms slowly diminished, he let go of Kelly’s legs. Kelly lay there, helplessly sprawled out on the table, covered in sweat. Her thighs were still wide apart between her father’s hairy thighs.

He eased back. His now semi-hard cock, slipped out of our daughter’s ass. Cum dripping from its tip. She gave another audible sigh. A mixture of pain and satisfaction.

I stood still, slightly trembling.

Jake looked over at me, with a smirk, “Get over here and clean us up.”

Kelly turned her head slightly, noticing me for the first time.

“She’s been here the whole time?”. She asked her father.

He smiled at her and answered, “Most of it.”, as I knelt between them. Kelly’s legs, wide open, dangling from the table. Jake’s thighs slightly apart, his cock still dripping cum.

I heard my precious daughter scornfully retort, “Bitch!” as I my lips sucked her father’s cum coated, ass scented limp cock into my mouth, licking it, washing it clean, swallowing the foul tasting combination.

I felt Jake’s dick twitch in my mouth as it responded to my manipulations. He took a step back, pulling his cock out of my mouth before he became aroused.

“Clean our daughter,” he barked at me.

I swiveled around. Kelly’s at the edge of the table. I got up in a full upright kneeling position, placed my hands on my child’s ass checks, spread them apart. The aroma was pungent. My husband’s cum was oozing out of her gapping asshole. I lifted my head, placed my lips around the rim and sucked a mouthful of glob out of her and swallowed. I continued to suck and lick my sweet little girl’s beautiful ass.

When done, I licked and lapped my way to her succulent, young pussy. The delightfully fresh taste of her cunt took the place of the bitter accents of her ass. I looked up at her as my lips clapped down on her sex. She was on her elbows watching me. My pussy tingling as she actually smiled, lovingly down at me as I feasted on her pussy’s honey, delicate nectar.