Mom Comes Home

Literotic asexstories – Mom Comes Home by Suspicious_Quail,Suspicious_Quail I spent five years working abroad, and after such a long time away I expected there to be a period of time where everyone adjusted to my return. It had been a while since I had even had the opportunity to spend time with my husband and daughters. I’d called and video chatted often, and planned on returning sooner than I had, but the demands of my work kept me away and distracted from the passage of time.

The twins had been fourteen when I saw them both in person last. They are nineteen and almost unrecognizable to me now. When I left half a decade ago both girls were studious and sweet. They weren’t the most popular kids at school but they had a good group of friends and both of them seemed set to succeed in every aspect of life. The girls I returned to were… strange. They were obsessed with their father, my husband.

Aside from the fact that he was their father, why wouldn’t they be? He was an athletic man with broad shoulders and thick arms, a square jaw, and a thick head of brown hair that hung down just past his shoulders. His name was David, and he was the same age as me. We met in college when we were both 18, and a whirlwind romance had me pregnant before I’d even finished my first semester. He was handsome, but it was his kindness that drew me to him, though our sex life had never been bad either which helped. When the girls were born he was the kind of man that any mother would want for her children. He was patient, loving, and attentive. He would do anything to keep our girls safe and happy. He worked a lot, but I had never had a reason to suspect that he was anything other than the man I loved. Now, I couldn’t help but wonder.

The girls had never been the most attractive young girls, their features being plain and unremarkable compared to some of the preppier of their classmates. They had been uninterested in makeup or self care. When I had left them they were skinny teenage girls who had only just begun to fill out a little bit. The pictures I saw over the five years I was away were one thing. They told a story of young ladies growing up and becoming the beautiful people I knew they always were destined to become. In person, they had grown into nubile young women with voluptuous breasts and full behinds that immediately drew your attention. They had figures that made men behave like cavemen in their periphery for the mere chance of getting their attention. Their bodies were slender and primed for sex. They were often on full display in the skimpiest clothing when my husband was home as if to drive all of this home to both of us.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at how my body had faded with time and childbirth, my breasts not bouncing in that same way, and a bit of tummy hanging over my jeans. The girls didn’t have anything like that. Their bodies were tight and toned and their large busts seemed to defy gravity with how little jiggle they had to them. Their legs were long, their hips wide and skin perfectly smooth. They walked like they wanted to be fucked, and my husband seemed to know that. He watched them parade themselves around unabashedly. His smug smile made me feel uncertain in my own home.

As much as their bodies had changed, their minds seemed to have changed more. They had gone from shy and timid to being openly sexual with me and anyone else around, especially my husband. The three of them had always been close, but the closeness had become more suspicious with age. Now that the twins were adults I was glad that they still got along so well, and I couldn’t blame them for wanting to keep their family unit strong, but there was something unsettling about the way they were together. Their constant closeness, the way they flirted with each other. My husband seemed to think it was cute, but it didn’t seem right to me.

I had been gone for far too long, and I knew I would need to adjust.

My husband, though he had been understanding, seemed distant from me now. He was constantly preoccupied, and the twins were often monopolizing his time. When I first returned I thought maybe it was the stress of a new job, the family adjusting to my return, so I didn’t push it. If I was honest with myself, the dynamic between all of us made me a bit uncomfortable, but I was trying to keep an open mind. I was sleeping in a bedroom next to my office. I hadn’t felt ready to sleep in our old bed again after so long. I needed time to adjust. One of the girls had volunteered her room and offered to share the other with her sister. I hadn’t thought much of it until one day when I overheard something that changed the context of every interaction I’d had since I’d returned home.

It was late, and I was in my office working. It had been a long day of unpacking. I was finally approaching the point of being done, and I had finally had a moment to myself. I had told David and the girls I was tired, and I retreated to my wing of the house, my mind clouded with exhaustion and anxiety. I wanted to get this work done, then try and get a good night’s sleep and tackle the next day anew. It had been two weeks since I had returned home, and I was starting to settle into my old routine. I looked over my documents and tried to focus on the task at hand, but I was having a hard time. I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing them with my palms.

The noise was faint, but I could hear something from upstairs. It sounded like the TV, but it was quiet and muffled. I couldn’t make out what was being said.

I sat back in my chair, closing my eyes and listening. It was silent for a moment. Then, faintly, I heard the noise again. It sounded like the TV, but still a little more than that. A mixture of both. Then suddenly, a gasp? Moaning? My brow furrowed and I listened, trying to understand the sound. It was quiet, then louder, and then a rhythmic pounding. It was mixed with the sounds of a TV, but someone was fucking upstairs. I was tired and my brain was foggy. It took a moment to realize that the sounds were coming from the direction of the master bedroom.

Was it my husband, fucking someone around our girls? Maybe it was the TV, and I was imagining the noise. He was watching porn, I told myself. I sat and tried to convince myself the sound wasn’t what I thought it was, but I couldn’t deny what I heard. It was the unmistakable sound of a woman getting fucked. Something in the back of my head told me that the voice sounded like Julie. She was always the more vocal of the twins.

I felt a pang of anger and jealousy. Here I was working downstairs, trying to get back into the swing of things, and upstairs he was fucking one of my daughters. Was I going crazy? Was it fair? I had been working so hard. Had he fucked her the day I came back, while I was working? Had they been fucking this whole time and I just hadn’t noticed? I closed my laptop and sat there fuming for a moment, spiraling. The sounds from upstairs continued, and I found myself sitting, waiting for it to end. The more I listened the more aroused I became, and that angered me further. This was one of my children, and I was getting horny listening to her fuck her father. What was wrong with me?

The pounding from upstairs went on and on, and as I sat and listened, the rage began to truly war with my arousal. The sound of the girl’s moans were muffled, but clearly in the extremes of ecstasy. She was gasping for air and I realized after a moment that she must have been orgasming. My cheeks flushed. How many times had they gone? How many times could she go? I had never heard anyone fuck like that, and I found myself growing soaking wet. I had been frustrated, not having the time or privacy to masturbate since I’d been home. It had been even longer since I’d made love to my husband, as it had been two years since he came to visit me, and we hadn’t made love since my return. My body was aching for release, and the noises were driving me mad. The sounds from upstairs grew faster, more erratic, and then a man’s voice groaned loudly and the noises stopped.

I sat in my office, breathing heavily, my face flushed. After a moment, the sounds of a movie title track echoed through the house. The shower began to run. I had never been a confrontational person, and as aroused as I was I couldn’t find it in myself to go upstairs. I went into the bathroom and washed up, brushed my teeth, and readied myself for bed. I went back to my office and closed my door, locking it behind me. I was exhausted and frustrated, but I decided that it could wait. I needed to get off to think clearly. I undressed, and my pussy was soaking wet and hot.

I crawled into bed and began to touch myself. I tried to forget about what I had heard, focusing on my arousal, but the images in my mind were impossible to ignore. My husband, naked, his thick cock driving in and out of one of my daughters, his large hands gripping her hips. Her mouth hanging open in a soundless cry, her eyes rolled back, her silvery blonde hair a mess. Her massive breasts swinging, her thick nipples rock hard. The sounds of his groans, her cries, and the sound of skin slapping skin. I found myself fingering my pussy hard, trying to cum before the thoughts in my head pushed me over the edge. I wanted to get it over with, cum, and fall asleep.

I pictured my husband’s massive cock, and imagined it sinking into one of my daughters’ tight pussies. It was wrong, so wrong. How could I think this? My arousal was undeniable, though. I imagined myself being the girl he was fucking, and my orgasm hit me fast and hard. I gasped and cried out as I came, and tears ran down my face. The shame and the guilt of my fantasy and orgasm crashed over me and I cried. It was a small thing compared to what was to come.

I slept restlessly that night. I could hear the TV still running when I climbed into my bed. When I woke the next morning the TV was still on. It was an early Saturday morning, and the house was otherwise silent. I got out of bed and opened my door. As soon as the door cracked the smell hit me, a heady aroma of sex and sweat. I tried not to think about what had happened the night before, but the smell was undeniable. The girls were cheery and rosy cheeked at breakfast. Both of them were as usual, wearing matching gray name-brand underwear, their golden hair cascading over their shoulders. It was impossible to tell Britt from Julie like this.

Somehow, David always could.

David was sitting on the couch, shirtless, reading the paper. The girls were being extra flirty with him, and I noticed a bite mark on his shoulder. He had a smile on his face and his eyes were tired. He hadn’t shaved, and his stubble was a few days old.

“Well don’t you all look comfortable?” I said. The girls were both smiling and laughing, and didn’t look at me.

“Hey, hun.” David said, looking up. “Good morning.”

“How was your night last night?” I asked. “You were up pretty late.”

David smiled. “Oh, not too bad. We had a bit of fun. The girls and I were just watching some movies, and we all fell asleep on the couch.”

“Sounds like fun.” I said, turning back towards the counter and taking a sip of coffee. I turned around, and both the girls had taken a spot on either side of him, their arms draped over his shoulders, their breasts pressed into him. They were all looking at me, smiling in unison. I eyed the places where their skin touched with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, daddy sure did have fun.” Britt said. “Right, daddy?”

“Oh yeah, it was really nice.” He replied. He smiled, and it was a little forced. I could tell that he was trying not to laugh. He was hiding something. It was painfully obvious.

“What kind of ‘fun’ did you have?” I asked, exercising the fullest extent of my ability to confront reality.

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Julie said. “We just did what we always do, then we watched some movies and fell asleep.”

“What do you mean, what you always do?” I asked, taking another sip. I felt tense but the three of them seemed utterly relaxed in each other’s presence.

“Oh, mom, it’s not a big deal. We just did some of the stuff we always do.” Julie said, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t mind them.” David interjected lazily.

Julie laughed. She looked at her sister, and they both turned to look at their father. He had a wide grin on his face.

“Daddy? Should we tell her?” Britt said.

“Nah, girls, you shouldn’t bother her. You know she doesn’t like us talking about that kind of thing.” David replied. His face said otherwise.

“Come on, Dad,” Britt said, turning and kissing his neck. “We aren’t really going to be able to hide anything for much longer.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Melanie?”

My husband turned to me, his arms around both his semi-nude daughters. For all his kindness over the years, David could be exceptionally blunt when there was a point to be made.

“Yes?” I asked, a feeling of dread filling me at the expression on his face.

“When the girls turned 18, they both asked me for a gift.”

“What sort of gift?” I asked, the pit in my stomach growing.

“They both asked for the same gift, actually.” He replied. “They both asked for their first fuck. They wanted me to be the one to take their virginity.”

The statement rang out into the room and the blood drained from my face. I had my suspicions, but to hear it said out loud took the air from my lungs.

“Excuse me?”

“I was a bit surprised at first, but after thinking about it for a little while, I figured why not? It was a special occasion, and they made themselves look so beautiful for me. Julie made two dresses Mel! You have to see the pictures.”

“I’m sure they’re very nice.” I said, the words feeling numb and hollow in my mouth. The pit in me squirmed with something that felt unholy. Why was I so bad at confrontation?

“They are. And the girls both looked SO hot in them, all dolled up for their dad. I took them on a few dates, and then fucked them a week after their birthday. We’ve been making love every day ever since.”

He leaned over and kissed both girls. They kissed him back, and he slid his hands up to fondle their breasts.

“I didn’t know it at first, but I’ve really needed this. They needed it, Mel.” He was squeezing their breasts, and their nipples were clearly hard through the thin fabric of their underwear. The girls were grinning at me, and their expressions were hungry.

“What about me?” I said, trying not to cry. “Where does that leave me? I’ve been gone for so long, and when I come back this is how you treat me?”

“What are you talking about, Mel?” He asked. “You have always loved your daughters. Come join us, you were always welcome here with us at home. Why do you think we’re telling you this now?”

I stood in silence, the room seeming to close in on me.

“We can have fun together. All of us.”

My husband, my daughters, and the life I had built with them was crashing down around me. I felt frozen in place.

“Just watch dear, I’ll show you how well we do it.”

David sat with his daughters, their hands wandering under his clothes, all over his body. They had begun kissing his chest, lifting up his shirt and using their mouths sucking his nipples, their tongues leaving trails on his skin. He turned to look at me, his eyes heavy with lust.

“Don’t worry Mel. We’ll take good care of you. We’ll teach you. But right now, the girls need me.”

The twins were moaning, and David turned his attention back to them. Their kisses were frantic, hungry, their hands grasping at him, their bodies pressed against him. I saw where his hands were and immediately looked away. After a moment, the sounds devoid of visuals made me look back.

They had pulled his boxers down, and his massive cock had sprung out. I had always enjoyed our sex life, but his cock had never been this hard or large for me. He always took a bit of warming up when we made love. He had a huge smile on his face, and his hands were inside their panties. I could hear him talking to the girls in a whispered breath.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You like having mommy watch, huh? Fuck, I knew she would be a slut for it. She always was a jealous bitch.”

I watched in stunned silence as my husband fingerfucked both my daughters, their panties pushed to the side, working his fingers into their slippery young pussies. Britt nodded, biting her lip and pinching her nipples together as her sister kissed my husband ravenously.

“Oh yeah, fuck daddy, you’re so right. Mommy is so fucking jealous of us. Look how she stares at daddy’s cock. I can’t blame her, I know how fucking good your cock feels. We’re so much better than her, daddy. I love you so fucking much. Fuck me daddy, fuck me, please.”

The twins were begging and whining like trained dogs. I had never seen them behave so subserviently. David laughed, and the girls moaned as he shifted them off himself. He lifted Britt’s leg up and hooked it over his shoulder exposing her cunt and spreading it wide. Julie reached her body around his to suck at his cock, preparing it for her sister with her slobber while David looked directly into my eyes. I was frozen.

“This is for you Mel. Britt first, then Julie, and then you if you want to join us.”

And then he thrust himself into our daughter right in front of me. She cried out in ecstasy as Julie kissed his torso. The girls were moaning loudly, and the scene was utterly perverse. Britt’s mouth hung open as she moaned, and her eyes were wide and wild. My husband was thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon. Britt’s pussy was gushing fluid. It was coating David’s cock and dribbling down her thighs and onto the couch. He was groaning loudly, his eyes glazed and his face flushed.

“Fuck, Mel, you have to see how hot this is. Her cunt is so tight, and she is so fucking wet for me. It’s incredible.”

I could only stand there in stunned silence, the scene playing out in front of me. This was insane. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t look away. He was thrusting faster and harder, and suddenly my baby’s cries peaked in a high pitched scream. David was groaning, and Julie’s lips were pressed on his while he fingered her. Britt’s orgasm was a mess of liquid, and when David pulled out his cock was shiny and dripping.

“Switch girls, Julie’s turn.” He said, and the twins were moving in a frenzy. In moments Julie was spread wide open and his massive cock was buried in her. His rhythm was fast and powerful, and his hands were kneading her large breasts, her pink nipples standing hard. I could hear the wet sound of their sex, and it was a lewd, sticky sound.

“This is your daughter, Melanie.” He said between thrusts. “She’s such a hot, nasty little whore. Aren’t you, sweetheart? Fuck, you’re so tight. I was so incensed when they first asked me for their present Mel.” He groaned, and sped up. Julie was gasping for breath, her voice broken with pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, daddy, please. I’m your whore, daddy, please.”

“I couldn’t understand how my daughters could want this. But then again, another part of me understood. I’d been denying myself for too long. These girls are so horny, and so needy. They just want their dad to fill their cunts and give them what they need. It’s better than some stranger doing it. Who knows what sort of creep they could end up with?”

Julie’s cries were loud and unintelligible.

“But I know my girls. And their mother. I know what we all need. So when they came to me, I didn’t fight it. And here we are.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My husband had always been a good man. He had a kind heart, and he was devoted to our family. Was that devotion turning us all into monsters? I could feel myself getting aroused despite everything in my mind and soul telling me what I was witnessing was an abomination of the highest order. I tried to fight it, but it was like a fever had overcome me. I wanted my husband, and therefore by extension, I wanted my daughters.

I stepped forward, and both girls stopped and turned their attention to me. My husband didn’t slow.

“Look, girls, your mother has come to play. Don’t stop, Julie. Let her have a taste.”

Julie, her mouth open, eyes lidded, her body rocking with each of her father’s thrusts, moaned as I knelt in front of her. Her smell was overwhelming. Her cunt was swollen and red, and David’s massive cock was spreading her wide. My husband’s massive balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her, and the sight was driving me wild.

“Lick her.”

I obeyed, and as soon as my tongue touched her body Julie tensed and her pussy exploded in an orgasm. Liquid gushed from her and sprayed me.

“Holy shit.” I heard David say, and he gently stopped fucking his daughter. Julie was still twitching, and I felt ashamed and aroused all at once. I had never seen someone orgasm so strongly, and I could feel myself throbbing with desire in response to the intense reaction I had caused.

“What the fuck, mommy?” Julie asked, panting. “That was amazing. Holy shit.”

“Well, girls, it looks like your mother has a hidden talent.” David said. He withdrew himself from Julie, and his cock was glistening with their fluids.

“Mommy, can you do that again?” Britt said, her hand sliding down between her legs and rubbing herself. “Please? Fuck, that was so hot.”

“Girls, don’t get ahead of yourselves. We need to give your mother time to adjust.”

The girls seemed disappointed, and began whispering to each other. David pulled me to my feet and embraced me, his wet cock pressing against me. I could smell his sweat and their fluids. It was a potent, animal scent, and it filled my senses.

“Time for these clothes to get lost, Babe.” He said.

“David, I’m not sure. This is so sudden.”

“It’s okay, hun. The girls and I can take our time, but we’d love it if you joined us. Even if you’re just touching yourself.”

He kissed me, and I could taste their sex on his tongue. They had clearly been busy before I had arrived. The girls were looking at me, their eyes hungry and needy. Could I detect a hint of jealousy in their eyes? I could feel David’s hands on my shirt, undoing the buttons, pulling it open. I put my hand on his, stopping him.

“Just give me a second.”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them. The scene was surreal. I was in my own house, and my husband was holding me, his wet cock against my bare skin, our naked adult twin daughters sitting a few feet away. How did it get this far? I looked into my husband’s eyes, and he had a soft, reassuring smile. It was the smile I had known for years. I trusted this man. Our daughters wanted this. I could feel myself wanting it.

I dropped my hand, and he smiled. He pulled my shirt off and undid my bra, pulling it from me. My nipples were hard, and my pale flesh seemed to glow. I was still in shape, and though I was self conscious of my age, I was proud of my body. David kissed me, and his hands slid down to my waist. I could feel the girls watching us, and I felt a surge of pride as his hands slid my jeans down, exposing my pussy. I always kept myself shaved and smooth, and as David’s hands found my slit, his fingers running along it, the girls giggled and began talking excitedly.

“Mommy has such a pretty pussy, daddy.”

“She’s so smooth, daddy. Do you like it, daddy?”

“Of course she has a pretty pussy baby, who do you think made yours so cute?” He said. He was rubbing me, his inquisitive fingers finding my clit.

I was incredibly turned on, and as he touched me I felt myself losing control. I had been without sex for so long, and even masturbation had been an issue for months. This was the most contact I had had in over a year, and my body was starved.

“Daddy, let us see!” Britt begged.

“Yeah, please, Daddy? We want to see mommy’s pussy.”

David laughed. “Well, okay girls. Come here.”

He stepped back, his fingers slick with my juices. I was standing there, my body exposed to my family.

“Come on, mom.” He said. “The girls want a closer look.”

He motioned to the couch, and I moved forward, my head spinning. He sat himself down on the couch, and I was standing there, naked. The twins were staring at my bare privates, and the look in their eyes was a mixture of awe and jealous curiosity.

“Here.” David said, patting his lap where his cock protruded. “Why don’t you sit on my cock and give the girls a show.”

My face was red, and my hands were trembling. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. David could see the anxiety in me before I even realized it was there.

“It’s okay, honey. We’ll go slow. The girls want to watch, don’t you girls?”

“Yes, please, mommy. We want to watch. It’ll be so hot.”

They were both sitting in front of me now, their eyes glued to my naked body. My eyes were fixed on David’s. His cock was slick with my daughters’ wetness and the sight of it was making me ache with arousal. I felt the heat between my legs, and I knew that no matter how much I might have wanted to, I couldn’t refuse. I walked over to the couch and climbed on, straddling him. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, his cock resting against my stomach like it had so many times over the years. His eyes were soft, and his hands were on my hips. I was nervous. I could feel the girls watching intently.

Only now could I really see how gorgeous the two of them were. They were the perfect combination of David and me. Their blonde hair was long, silky, and framed their beautiful faces. They were both fit and had large, supple breasts, and the way they moved their forms was mesmerizing. They were young, and their bodies were perfect. They had no stretch marks, their tummies were flat, their skin was smooth.

“Go ahead.” The love of my life said.

I lifted my old, imperfect body and his massive cock stood upright and throbbed at my entrance. I lowered myself down on top of him, and his cock spread me apart. It was thick, and he was forcing me open. I couldn’t believe the size of his cock. Had it really been so long? It wasn’t fair, but my pussy was drenched. I slowly forced myself down on top of him, and I moaned as I felt myself stretching open to accommodate him. I was so aroused, and so wet, but I could still feel the tension in my body as he stretched me wide. I almost jumped out of my skin when one of my daughters came up to me from behind and began fondling my tits.

“Relax, mom.” Britt whispered. “Let daddy make you feel good. Let us help.”

She was rubbing my nipples, and her breath was hot on my neck. Julie joined in, and ever the bold one, she began kissing me while David fucked my pussy relentlessly. My body was aching and I was already so close to orgasm. The taboo nature of how I was being touched, who was present for this was driving me crazy, and the way they were touching me was sending sparks through my body. I kissed Julie back and felt her tongue enter my mouth. I was impaled on my husband’s cock, and my daughter’s hands were on my body. She was pulling on my nipples, squeezing my breasts, and kissing me. I was breathing heavily, and David had a look of pure bliss on his face. I could see it in his eyes. He knew how wrong this was. He knew how right it felt.

“Oh god, honey, you look so fucking good on my cock.” He said.

“Fuck, you’re so big, David.” I said, not knowing where the words came from. “I can’t believe how big you are.”

Britt’s hand slid down to my clit, and David smiled. I groaned into my daughter’s mouth as the other rubbed my clit with her fingers. I felt my pussy clench, and the feeling was intense. It had been so long since someone had touched me like this. I was so wet, and they were working me hard. I broke off the kiss, gasping for breath.

“I’m going… going to cum.” I managed to plead. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Britt put her mouth on my ear and nibbled my earlobe. Julie’s hands were on my breasts, and David was thrusting his cock deep into my cunt.

“Come on, mommy. Cum for us. You look so good, you’re such a fucking slut. Cum for daddy, mommy. Let him feel you cum. Please, mommy, please?”

I gasped, and I felt my body spasm in pleasure at Brittany’s words whispered into my ear. Julie was biting my neck, and David was fucking me as hard as he could. Britt’s fingers were rubbing my clit furiously, and I felt my muscles contract as my pussy tightened on my husband’s cock. He groaned in response and gripped my hips. I was crying out, and I felt my body tighten up at the peak of my climax. I couldn’t breathe. My daughters were still touching me, and I couldn’t speak. After what felt like seconds or hours David slid his engorged cock out of me.

“I’m sorry Mel, but it’s Britt’s turn for cummies tonight. If you’re a good girl tomorrow it’ll be your turn.” He said, and lifted me up off his lap.

He was hard, and slick with my juices, his massive balls swinging beneath his cock.

“Britt, come here. Mommy needs a break.”

Britt eagerly crawled up into her father’s arms. Her body was perfect and slippery smooth with the sweat of the lovemaking, and he slid himself into her pussy with effortless ease. Britt moaned, and Julie slid under her twin and began sucking her breasts as David fucked her.

I watched in stunned silence as my daughters shared their father, and I came back to my senses. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I couldn’t believe that I had done nothing to stop it and that it wasn’t over. The girls were so young, so beautiful, and the way they moaned as they took their father’s cock was intoxicating. They loved it. They wanted it. I could see the way they looked at him. David’s attention was now fully on Brittany. I was no longer part of this scene, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was jealous. I wanted David back. I wanted my husband back.

My head was spinning, and I was having trouble focusing. I felt a sudden surge of self-hatred for what I had done. I had betrayed my family, and my heart broke as I saw the two girls fucking the man who had raised them together, and I was filled with a horrible sense of shame. I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my face as I stood there watching my husband fuck my daughter. I couldn’t look away, though. The sight of them fucking was arousing and terrible all at once. I found myself rubbing my pussy, masturbating to the sight of them fucking, the feeling of my own pussy sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

My husband and his daughters were all looking at me while they made love, and I could see that they were getting close to climax. The twins were moaning loudly, and David was grunting. Britt was gasping for air, her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth wide open as her father plowed into her missionary style. She was crying out, a mixture of ‘Daddy’ and ‘oh, god.’ Her arms were pressed against his chest and I wasn’t sure whether or not she was pushing away or pulling him close. David was holding her by the hips as he thrust himself in and out of her, and I could see his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her. Julie was fingering herself, her eyes locked on her twin’s face as her father fucked her furiously. Britt’s body was shaking, and her voice was reaching a fevered pitch as David fucked her harder and faster.

“Oh my fucking GOD!” Britt cried out, and her body seemed to contort with pleasure just as David threw his head back and let out a fierce animal growl. Simultaneous orgasm, I thought. How had they managed that so effortlessly?

“Fuck! You little slut, take my cock.” David groaned, and then I saw the veins in his neck bulging. His face was red, and I could see his jaw clenching. He let out a loud cry and pulled Brittany close to kiss her passionately while he pumped her full of his raw seed.

“Fuck yes, daddy, fill me with your cum.” Britt whined into his mouth. “Oh, god, daddy, please. God I’m so full of your cum it just keeps coming I can feel it inside me.”

Britt was twitching and shaking in response to David’s orgasm, and Julie had her arms around her twin’s neck, her tongue rasping along her sister’s collarbone. She was whispering something to her as my husband emptied himself into our daughter’s body. The look on Britt’s face was pure ecstasy, and after a few moments David pulled his still hard cock out of her, leaving a thick trail of white cum connecting them.

“Fuck, that was incredible, Britt.” David said, stroking his cock.

“Yeah, daddy, it was amazing like it always is with you. You gave me so much cum this time daddy. Thank you so much.”

The twins were breathing heavily, their faces flushed, and Julie slid her hand down between her sister’s legs and began to gently rub her clit. The place where my husband and daughter were joined was gushing fluid, and I could see David’s cum mixed with Brittany’s pussy juice running down her thighs onto the couch.

“Did you like playing with us, mommy?” Britt said.

“More than I want to admit.” I said, looking at my husband. “David, I need some time to think. I… I need to go take a walk or something.”

“Of course, dear.” David replied. “Go for a walk, take some time. We’ll be here when you get back.”

I turned and went up to my room. I got dressed, grabbed my purse, and left the house. I walked around the block twice in a daze. What had I just witnessed? I had seen my husband and daughters having sex. I had seen them have orgasms, and I had been aroused by it. I had masturbated to the sight, I had even taken part in it.

My head was spinning. It was sick. It was perverted. It was wrong. But somewhere deep inside myself, I knew that I couldn’t stop myself from coming back. I could never for the life of me run from them. They were my family. If this was how things were going to be, I needed to set some ground rules.

This new line of thinking gave me fresh resolve, and though my stomach still twinged at the thoughts I was now entertaining, a deep and suffocating lust was spreading through me. I came back inside the house, and it was eerily quiet. I heard the shower running as I went into the living room. It was a mess, and the sight of the couch where my daughter and husband had fucked filled me with a roiling mess of emotions.

I was angry, but I couldn’t deny the visceral sexual charge the whole situation gave me. That made me angrier. I went to the kitchen and began to make a pot of coffee. I was on edge and needed something to help me calm down. As I waited for the coffee, I heard the shower shut off, and a few minutes later David entered the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel.

“Melanie.” He said, his voice calm and steady.

“David?” I responded in a tone that dripped my most matronly ‘What the fuck. Explain.’ David seemed unphased.

“I’m sorry you had to find out about this the way you did. I thought it would be best if I told you sooner rather than later, but the girls got me worked up and things got out of hand.”

“You think?” I replied. “We just fucked our daughters on the couch in our living room. You just came inside Britt in front of me. And you want to act like everything is fine?”

“Yes, and the girls will be down shortly for some more if you’re interested.”

“You need to clean up that mess you made on the couch first.” I said. “And I need to think about all of this for a while. This is a lot to process.”

“I’ll take care of the couch.” He said. “It’s really not that big of a deal, we make bigger messes all the time. As for the other thing, well, that’s up to you.”

He walked out of the room without another word and began cleaning. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat at the counter. This was insane, right? Was this really happening? The house was so quiet, and the sounds of my husband cleaning up the couch echoed throughout the first floor.

I finished my first cup and was pouring myself a second when I heard movement from upstairs. Brittany entered the kitchen a moment later wearing a tank top and sweatpants, and I had to stop myself from staring. If it wasn’t for the ache between my legs from being so recently aroused I could almost believe I hadn’t witnessed her having sex with my husband. She greeted me and began preparing some toast, her face showing no sign that anything unusual had just transpired between the four of us. She stood there munching on toast with a smile on her face for a minute, and then turned to me.

“Daddy wants to know if you’ll be joining us for the night, or if you want any space.” Brittany said between bites of toast. “He said I’m not allowed to pressure you or anything. We were gonna go to the club and then meet back up here later.”

“You take your Dad to the club?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine why a man my age would want to hang around a loud club.

“Yeah, daddy loves being with us. Plus he keeps us safe.”

“What do you do at the club?”

Britt was finishing off the last of the toast and took another drink.

“Dance, mostly.” Britt replied with a wink.

“I think I’ll stay home for now.”

“Okay, Mom. Just let us know if you need anything.” Britt said, and gave me a peck on the cheek.

Then she walked back upstairs to get ready for the night. I retreated into my bedroom and waited for them to go, grabbing a bottle of Bourbon on the way. After they had all left the house, I went back into the living room to drink and clear my mind. I stared at the couch, remembering the events that had transpired there. My head was spinning and the feeling of betrayal was weighing heavy in my heart. But even heavier was the ache between my legs, the dull throbbing of my sex reminding me that I had taken pleasure from what I had seen.

My pussy gushed when I remembered how I had watched my husband cum inside his daughter’s body. I hated myself, but I was so horny and the lustful, disgusting part of my brain was taking over. I took my clothes off and touched myself to the memory of it all, imagining my husband cumming inside me in that same way, with that same intensity. The thought drove me to orgasm. I collapsed drunk on the couch, naked and exhausted by the day’s revelations.

I woke up to the sound of the door unlocking. It was dark and I was cold from my nakedness. The girls were whispering loudly in the entryway and the sounds of them tumbling around echoed throughout the first floor. I could see David behind them entering the house, his erect cock already protruding from his pants. They were clearly all drunk, and when they turned the light on I saw the twins’ eyes go wide as they took me in. The both of them were covered in makeup and little else. Their outfits were various strappy silky little pieces that gave their father plenty of places to put his hands.

“Well, hello girls.” I said, surprised by the sound of my own voice. “Did you have fun tonight?”

They stared at me with a mix of fear and awe. David chuckled from the doorway.

“Babes, what did I tell you? I told you your mother was a nasty little whore just like you both.” He said with a wide grin on his face. I had never seen him smile at me like that, and the girls stared at me with a mixture of apprehension and lust.

“But, Daddy, she wasn’t a slut when we were little.” Britt said, her voice soft, her eyes glued to my exposed nipples.

“You’re wrong, she always was. Where do you think you get it from Britt?” He replied with a wink to her. “Come here and look, I bet you’ve never seen a pussy this wet before.”

I looked down at myself and felt a mixture of shame and pride. He was right. I began to cry as he slid himself between my legs and placed his erect cock at the entrance to my slit. He began rubbing it back and forth along the length of my pussy, and his cock was immediately soaked from my wetness. The girls came closer, and I could smell the fruity scent of cocktails on their breath as they bent forward to get a closer look. David motioned them to get near me.

“Mel, these two sluts need to know that they aren’t alone. That their own mother is a slutty bitch just like they are. Tell them Mel. Tell them you’re a filthy fucking whore.”

David pressed his cock against my opening and was ready to thrust himself in. I felt a sudden flash of panic and the sound of the twins’ soft panting was deafening. I turned my eyes to the girls, who looked down on me with wide eyed curiosity. I knew the look in their eyes could not be innocent.

“I’m a filthy fucking whore.” I managed, my voice a mixture of desire and despair.

The girls laughed and kissed each other in a brief but passionate embrace, and David groaned with satisfaction.

“Now say ‘Please fuck my whore cunt'” He commanded. “Beg me to fuck you in front of your daughters.”

My heart sank into my chest as he continued to grind his massive cock against the lips of my cunt.

“Please…” I whimpered. “I want it. I need it so bad David.”

David nodded at the twins and they both put their hands on me, each girl rubbing and kissing a breast. They looked so similar, their lips swollen with lust as their father spread my legs further. He plunged into me, his thick cock spreading my pussy, the feeling of it filling me causing my eyes to water with pleasure and pain. His thrusts were rough and quick, and I gasped for air as my cunt was being ravaged before the girls’ hungry eyes. Julie put her mouth on my breast and began sucking it, her tongue lapping at my hard nipple as I was fucked hard in front of her sister.

“Oh God!” I moaned. “This is so fucking wrong.”

I could hear my daughter laughing and she pulled my face toward hers to kiss me.

“Not for us Mommy.” Britt said. “You have no idea what you’ve been missing out on all these years.”

I moaned into her mouth as David shifted my hips upwards and began to slam his cock against the entrance to my womb. I arched my back as an orgasm built up around my husband’s penis. I could feel the veined cords of his shaft bulge as I squeezed it with my cunt. Once upon a time, this would have been enough to drive David to orgasm, but not anymore. He only chuckled.

“So, who should get Daddy’s cummies this time girls? You’re going to need to decide amongst yourselves if you want any tonight. Daddy doesn’t have enough for everyone tonight.”

My husband was thrusting faster into me now, and I could feel myself losing my grip. My orgasm was about to truly break loose and I wanted so badly for him to cum inside me. The girls stopped what they were doing and looked up at him expectantly.

“Britt got it last time Daddy, it’s my turn next!” Said Julie, pouting at him with her best sexy puppy dog eyes.

“Nu-uh Jules, You got all of them yesterday, I deserve all of them today!” Replied Britt, looking to her sister with scorn.

David only laughed, still thrusting into my pussy as his daughters argued about whose cunt would receive his seed.

“What about me?” I chimed in. “It’s been years since Daddy gave me his cum. If anyone deserves it it’s me for putting up with all of this.”

The twins glared at me with annoyance. David’s rhythm was steady, but he had begun to slow down. I could feel him getting close. The girls must have sensed this as well. They each pressed themselves against one side of him, rubbing themselves along his bare chest while I laid naked and senseless through orgasmic bliss. I couldn’t help but marvel at their bodies as they rubbed themselves against him, trying to seduce him into stealing my cum.

“Please Daddy.” Brittany moaned into his neck as he pumped himself inside of me.

“Oh god, daddy, please give it to me this time.” Julie begged into the other ear.

Their faces were pressed against each other as they tried to kiss their father and steal him away from me. I felt his cock beginning to throb inside me. He was close. I squeezed my hips and ground into him, mounting him with my thighs and taking each one of his thrusts with lusty fervor.

“David please, please give it to me. I want your cum inside me again. Give it to your wife. Fill up your slutty little whore. Give your daughters some siblings. You can fuck the girls all you want after this I don’t care, daddy, please, I just need it inside me!”

I couldn’t control my mouth anymore. The girls were staring at me now, their faces shocked by my dirty talk, and they turned back to David as his groaning grew more urgent. His hands squeezed my hips, and I could feel him shuddering as the tension released.

“Please daddy, fuck my little pussy. Fill me with cum daddy, I want your cum. Cum in me daddy, I’m such a whore.”

His semen splashed into me like a torrential flood of pure, raw sexual bliss, and my own orgasm immediately followed, doubling and tripling in intensity from what had come before. It felt like my body was splitting into a thousand tiny fragments, and then recombining a moment later in the afterglow of intense, overwhelming sexual pleasure. David collapsed into me, and the girls groaned as they held him up, not wanting to disturb our post-orgasmic bliss. David and I both were breathing hard and he held himself inside me for what felt like a lifetime. Then, with a look of satisfied amusement, he pulled himself from me, his massive, wet cock slipping from my gaping hole. He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and pulled my face to his to look deep into my eyes.

“Don’t get jealous girls, but THAT is how you take a load of cum. Looks like your Mom still has a few tricks to teach you two.” He said as he pulled away, looking down at his own semen seeping out of me onto the couch. “Damn it. I just cleaned that.”

The twins giggled, and I laughed with them.

“Now then, you three. Glasses of water, then let’s get to bed.”

“Yes Daddy!” We said in unison.