Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2018 11:27:38 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: One Big Happy Family One Big Happy Family By Misty Meadow My older brother, Marcus, fucks me. I don't mind a bit, in fact, it brings back thrilling memories. Last Friday afternoon, I dragged him up to my bedroom, ripped his clothes off, pushed him on to his back on the bed and climbed on top, which is where I like to be. When we finished, he lit a joint. This is a no smoking house but I like an occasional hit of marijuana, so I didn't complain. I was going to have to train him if our new relationship was to blossom. It'd been blossoming really good five minutes earlier. "You kept calling me `Daddy'," he said. "I suppose you like older guys." He was five years older than I, at thirty, and he had a magnificent body, well muscled without being to freaky, a light dusting of hair on his chest, and his cock was almost, but not quite, the best I'd ever sucked or had inside me, a good seven uncircumcised inches. "Sorry, I got carried away," I told him. "I don't care, you can call me whatever you like while we're fucking. In fact I kinda like the idea of being your Daddy. You look young enough to be my kid. It's one of the reasons I like to fuck you." He was right, at twenty five I was often taken for a much younger person, with my face, in certain lights, looking like that of a twelve year old and my figure, like that of a little boy. "Oooh!" I said, grinning, "are you into little girls?" "I'm into this little girl," he said, rolling on top of me and kissing me. "Oh, Daddy!" I sighed. "You're making your little girl so happy. When is your cock gonna get all big and stiff again? I wanna suck it." "I think it's gonna be a few minutes yet before I recover from that mind shattering fuck we just had." "I can wait, Daddy. Your little girl wants you to do anything you like to her. I'm all yours." He looked at me with new interest. "If you were my real Daddy, would you still fuck me?" He looked surprised. There was a short pause, then he answered. "I don't think I'd be able to help myself. You're just too fucking sexy!" "That's what our real Daddy used to say." "Do you mean . . . ?" "Yes, he used to fuck me." I supposed it was alright to tell him because Daddy died last year and is now beyond the reach of the law. "Holy shit! I never suspected a thing. How old were you?" "When he started? Young. Very young. He was a paedophile. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't one of those monsters who coerce kids into doing unspeakable acts, he was just a loving dad who had no reservations about expressing his love for me in a physical way. Lie back and relax and I'll tell you all about it." He put his joint out and stretched out on his back. This is what I told him: "I don't remember a time when Daddy wasn't fondling me, not just like any dad with a daughter, but intimately. He told me that even when I was still a toddler, when changing my nappy, he'd get me nicely cleaned up, then kiss the little treasure between my legs, though I can't remember that early in my life. He said I'd gurgle and chuckle, signaling that I wanted more. As I grew older, we'd shower together and he taught me to wash my cunt thoroughly with a soapy finger deep inside. It was usually his finger. At the same time, he'd let me wash his cock. It was thrilling to take his limp dick in my hand and feel it grow big and stiff. It gave me a sense of power. I'd stroke it eagerly, trying to make him cum on my bare chest and tummy, but sometimes I'd kneel down so that he'd splatter my face. He seemed to like that a lot, so I let him do it a lot. At random times of the day, around the house, he liked to run his hand up the inside of my thigh until his fingers pressed against the crotch of my knickers. Similarly, I was never reluctant to grab hold of his cock, squeezing it through his pants, feeling it getting hard, which inevitably excited me. Despite his warnings that I should never, under any circumstances, tell anyone about the naughty things we did, it all seemed perfectly normal to me. If he liked having me stroke his cock, why shouldn't I? And why shouldn't he fondle me between my legs? I certainly liked that. We were totally uninhibited around the house, clothing being optional and I was naked or in my undies more often than not. He never failed to tell me how beautiful and sexy I was. It never bothered me that he'd be walking around with his big half hard cock swinging in front of him like an elephant's trunk. He never forced himself on me, in fact I was eight before I sucked him off for the first time. It was a Sunday morning and I sneaked into his room. The sheet was pushed down below his knees and his cock was poking out of the fly of his boxers with what he called his "morning glory", a magnificent full blown erection that was like an iron bar. Unable to resist the temptation, I leaned over his sleeping form and took the end of his cock between my lips. I'd heard about cocksucking and I'd even managed to sneak a few looks at some porn sites on his computer so I knew about it in theory and this was the time to try it for real. He abruptly came awake. "You shouldn't be doing this," he said, gently. "But I want to, Daddy. Let me suck your cock, please! Pretty please!" Of course he was helpless and I went down on him. I could only get three inches or so into my mouth, but it was thrilling to do such a "naughty" thing to him. I licked the head of his cock as I bobbed up and down, wanking him off with my lips and in less than a minute, he came, in my mouth, a huge load of creamy cum. It didn't taste yucky at all, in fact I quite liked the flavour. To his delight, I swallowed it all, like the girls in the porno videos did. "Oh, my sweet, darling Misty!" he murmured, "that was magnificent! You're an excellent cocksucker." "It was awesome, Daddy! I really love having your cock in my mouth. I know it makes you happy, and that's all I ever want to do." After that I sucked him off almost every day. Naturally, he returned the favour, laying me down on my back on his bed, naked from the shower, and going down on me, driving me crazy with his tongue. Thrills, like mini orgasms, would run through my whole body. As time went by, the thrills grew bigger until I'd tremble with excitement and one day I actually came. He loved making me cum, just as much as I loved making him shoot his load on to my face or into my mouth. He liked to take pictures of me either partially undressed or naked. I loved posing in ways that displayed the sweet little treasure between my skinny legs, deliberately showing it off in the lewdest ways I could devise. `Look at my cunt, Daddy,' I'd cry as he aimed his phone at me. He was always thrilled to hear me talking dirty. I asked him to put the pictures up on the internet so the whole world would see me, but he said they were child porn and he didn't want to go to jail. I still have the USB drives with hundreds of `dirty' pictures of me, starting when I was a toddler and continuing through my adolescence. I keep them well hidden." "Holy fucking shit!" Marcus breathed incredulity written all over his face. "I never knew or even suspected. Our old man, a fucking incestuous child molester! Who'd have thought?" "He never molested me. I always took the lead, teasing him, flashing my undies and showing off my nakedness until I'd take mercy on him and bring him some relief." "When did he first fuck you?" he asked. I continued my story. "It was on my tenth birthday. I'd been begging him to fuck me for months but the closest he ever got was to rub the end of his cock up and down my little slit and squirt cum on my tummy. But on that memorable night, he carefully undressed me, playing with my nipples and fingering my pussy lips, then he let me undress him, a thing I LOVED to do, and I gave his cock a little suck, just to make sure it was perfectly hard. He asked me to straddle him and I sat down on his cock. I was surprised to find that it didn't hurt a bit, because I was so wet with excitement that it slid right into me, four or five inches. My hymen had been busted years before by his fingers. I had no idea that it was going to be as good as it was. His cock, deep inside me, was heavenly, gently thrusting in and out, filling me up as he pinched my nipples with his fingers. I had the biggest orgasm ever, collapsing on his chest, tears of joy streaming down my face. After that, I just couldn't get enough of his cock. He even fucked me up the arse, carefully preparing me with gentle stretching exercises using his various butt plugs until I could take his cock all the way up me with no pain at all. I was in his bed every night. We were careful not to let you find out." "So," my brother interrupted, "when you got pregnant, was he the father?" My daughter, Daphne, is the greatest gift my daddy could've given me. "I told him it was another boy but I don't know whether he believed me or not. Yes, he's my daughter's father and grandfather, both. Don't you dare tell her!" "She's eleven now, right?" I carried on. Yes, eleven. She's told me that he's fondled her sexually from time to time but it doesn't bother her. She's always delighted to see him. She hasn't got around to sucking his cock, even though he walks around the house naked with a big hard on. I always try to relieve him before he can get his hands on her. I'm not sure what I'd do if he starts fucking her. He'ld never force her and I suppose sex won't do her any more harm than it did me. "What if Daphne's like you, into older men. Couldn't I take over our Dad's role and teach her the delights of . . . " "Hold it right there. You're not gonna fuck my little girl, you fucking randy sod." "Not even is she asks me?" "She'd better not!" "I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised that Dad used to fuck you. Were you aware that he fucked me, too?" This came as something of a shock, even though I'm bisexual. It never occurred to me that Daddy might be into boys, though now, on reflection, it doesn't sound improbable. I looked at Marcus with new eyes. "Holy shit! I never knew, or even guessed. When did it start?" "When I was about ten. We'd shower together and just like with you, he'd let me wash his cock and he'd do the same to me. My little cock would get hard, but it wasn't particularly exciting until I was twelve and I came for the first time. After that, I suddenly found that playing with his cock got me just as aroused as when he played with mine. He liked to shoot his load on to my face and body. He also used to suck me off and either let me cum on his face or he'd swallow it. He used to beg me to fuck him up the arse. My little cock fitted easily inside him, but in order to fuck me, we had to do some preparation. He slowly stretched my sphincter over a period of several weeks, until his cock-sized vibrator would fit up there with no pain at all, and then, on one of the happiest days of my childhood, he let me sit on his cock. It was marvelous, having him inside me, pounding away, filling me with his cum. If it weren't for you, Misty, my sexy sister, I might've turned out to be completely gay, but you've kept my inner straight guy alive." "In that case, why don't you fuck me again? My cunt's wet from all this sex talk." "I thought you'd never ask." I knelt beside him and took his cock into my mouth to get him hard again, which took all of ten seconds and then I climbed on top of him and took his cock deep inside me. As he'd already cum not many minutes before, the pressure was off, so I knew he'd last a long time. He fucked away, his eyes locked on mine and I came, then came again and was well on my way to a third orgasm when he shot his load in me. I admit I must be some kind of nymphomaniac, but that makes me perfectly suited to be a sex toy for my cunt hound of a brother. _______________________________ What I hadn't told my brother was that, like our Daddy, I was into little girls too, and I brought Daphne up the same way Daddy raised me. Many people imagine that girls don't sexually awaken until they reach puberty, but if I'm typical, they can be awakened much earlier. Just as I got excited washing my daddy's cock, so Daphne, as a five or six year old, found my attentions thrilling and, better still, loved to get me aroused. I enjoyed kissing her little pee pee when I changed her nappy and we showered together every day, soaping each other's bodies, with particular attention to breasts and vaginas. I taught her to masturbate when she was only six, though she didn't achieve orgams until years later. When her fingers weren't busy in her own cunt, they were happy to be in mine. When she was just eight, I taught her how to get her whole hand inside my cunt and fist fuck me. Her tiny hand was just perfect, fitting inside me as though I was a glove. I began to amass a collection of photographs of her posing naked or even engaged in what most paedos would call full blown lesbian sex. She would be lying on her tummy between my legs, gazing up at me adoringly, her tongue working on my swollen clit and I'd aim my phone down my body to capture the action, either a still picture or, more often, a video. I'd let her take pictures of me as I sprawled naked on the couch, my legs spread wide, as I masturbated. I loved having her watch me do that and she loved it when I watched and filmed her. I let her pee on me in the shower and we had a lot of fun after that, but although I drank her pee on a regular basis, she never developed that acquired taste that I love. I'd pee on her chest as she lay in the tub, or press my cunt against hers and let my pee flow. Whatever kinky games I wanted to play, she was always willing to go along with it, laughing and giggling at my strange antics. One of her favourite things was to nurse on my tits like she had as a little baby, nibbling with her teeth which could make me cum over and over again. One Saturday morning, Daphne and I bathed together, as usual. I sat in the tub as she stood over me, peeing on to my upturned face, my mouth opened wide to catch as much as I could. To me, her pee tasted like champagne. She liked our pee pee games, enjoying the intimacy of it all. Just before she finished, I clamped my mouth to her cunt and drank directly from the source, giving her clit a good workout while I was at it. Afterwards, I accompanied her into her bedroom. She lay on her back on the bed as I sat beside her and ran my fingertips gently up and down her body, lingering at her nipples and cunt, the moving away again, teasing her. "Can I ask you something? Has your Uncle Marcus ever touched you like this?" "No. Why?" "Your Grandpa used to do it to me. He and I were unusually intimate. He'd touch me in ways that could've landed him in jail if I'd ever told anyone." "Didn't you mind?" "Hell, no, I LOVED it! He'd kiss my pee pee like I kiss yours." "Yes, I can believe it. He touched my cunt a lot even though I didn't encourage him. I thought if you knew, you'd be mad at me." "How could I be mad? I used to masturbate him and suck him off, so I could hardly blame you if you did the same thing." Her eyes went big with surprise. "Oh, my God, Mum! You sucked his cock? Oh, that's awesome! Did he cum in your mouth?" "Yes and on my face, too. And I know what you're gonna ask: what does it taste like? A bit salty, slightly bitter but quite thrilling. It's an acquired taste." "Oh, Mum, You bad, bad girl. I should spank you!" We have this game in which I pretend to spank her and she pretends it hurts. It gives me an excuse to pull her knickers down, something I do as often as I can. A reversal of roles could be interesting. "There's more," I continued. "He used to fuck me, too." "Put his cock inside you? Wow! How old were you?" "Younger than you are now." Her face was aglow. "Did it hurt?" "No, he was so gentle and I was always so wet." She giggled. "Oh, Mum, I never imagined for a moment that you and Grandpa were having sex. I thought you were a total lesbian." I'd never hidden my gay side from her and I was, in fact, trying to bring her up to be a lesbian, because I wanted to keep her away from boys who might get her pregnant, and also because I wanted our sex games to continue past puberty. "Would you have been jealous if you'd known?" I asked. "Not if you'd let me watch." I laughed. "You really are a randy little nymphet, aren't you? Are you ready for another surprise?" Her eyes lit up. "I let your Uncle Marcus fuck me, too." She paused, absorbing this bombshell of information. "What's it like?" "Out of this world! Almost as good as being fucked by your grandpa. His cock isn't quite as big, though. He's coming over later. Yesterday I told him about how my daddy made my childhood so happy, but I haven't told him about you and me and the naughty stuff we do." "You could tell him. I wouldn't mind." "He hinted that he'd like to do to you what my daddy did to me." She looked utterly incredulous. "You mean he wants to fuck me?" "Among other things. He likes having his cock sucked, too." There was a pause as she contemplated what it would be like, trying to imagine her uncle's cock in her mouth. "He wouldn't hurt me, would he?" "Oh, no, he loves you. He can be quite gentle, sometimes." I could feel myself warming to the idea of Marcus fucking her. It would be just like my daddy and me, I imagined. I found it hard to picture a downside. She was too young to get pregnant and as soon as her first period arrived, I intended to put her on the pill. She was going to grow up to be a lesbian, or straight, or best of all, bisexual, the best of all possible worlds, and who was I to deprive her of the experience of straight sex? I could see that as she thought it through, she was finding the idea of having sex with my brother to be quite exciting. That's when I heard the front door open and Marcus calling, "Anyone at home?" "We're up here in Daphne's room!" I answered. "Come on up." "We're naked," she pointed out to me. "Has he seen you naked before?" "Not quite. He looks up my skirt a lot and once we were in the bathroom together and I was in just my knickers. He couldn't take his eyes off me. I did see his cock, though. It looked enormous." "Did it scare you?" "No, of course not. Grandpa was always showing off his stiff dick." I lay down beside her and put an arm under her shoulders, just as my brother came into the bedroom. "Oh, what a beautiful sight!" he said, eyeing our naked bodies up and down. "We had a shower," Daphne said. "I just told her about me and my dad," I told him. He sat on the bed. "Isn't your mum a naughty girl," he said to her, staring at her cunt. "Yes, and I'm gonna take her knickers down and spank her bottom," she said, giggling. "She doesn't have any on." "I could always put a pair on especially," I told him. "No," he said, "don't bother. I like looking at naked girls, even little ones like you, Daphne." "You mean `especially' little ones like you," I corrected him. My free hand was roaming all over her body, lingering in all the interesting places, just as earlier. "I told her that you and I are having sex. She seems to have taken it in her stride." "You can't ever tell anyone," he said to her. "We're not supposed to fuck our sisters." "Or our Daddies," she said, laughing. "I can just imaging you and grandpa, Mum. His cock was enormous!" He watched my hand as it slid up her thigh, my fingers brushing her cunt, then as it moved up to her chest, the flat of my palm rubbed her responsive nipples. Marcus would've been more surprised had he not known that I have hot lesbian sex with several different girl friends. He watched with interest. "You know, Daphne, until now I never realised how sexy you are. You seem to have awakened my inner paedophile." She smiled up at him, her fingers laced behind her head, her legs parted sufficiently to allow my hand to explore between them. "Mum, if it was okay for you and Grandpa to have sex and if it's okay for you and Uncle Marcus, too, than why shouldn't he and I . . .?" "Have a little exploratory fun together?" he interrupted. "No reason at all, that I can think of." "Just as long as I get to watch, guys," I said, "in case things get out of hand." I plunged two fingers deep into her, thrust them in and out a few times, then sucked them to get the full flavour of her sex. Marcus reached out to take over where I left off, but I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away. "Not so fast, lover boy! You're grossly overdressed. I'm gonna undress you." "Let me! Let me!" Daphne cried, sitting up. "Good idea," I said. "Take your sweet time, my darling. Let's not rush things." She hopped off the bed and sat on the end and as he stepped up to her, she unzipped his pants and dragged them down his legs. His expensive silk boxers were already nicely tented at the front. I stood behind him and pulled his shirt off, then looked over his shoulder as she pulled his boxers down. His hard cock sprang out, not as big as Daddy's, but impressive, nevertheless. She looked up at us, her eyes big. "Oh, Marcus, it's so big!" she breathed. "Look, it's enormous!" She took hold of it and slowly stroked it, pulling his foreskin all the way back and then letting it slide forward. Marcus had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, his breathing becoming rapid. I imagined I might feel jealous at the sight of my daughter wanking off my brother, but instead, I was thrilled. Not many mums get to witness their daughters' first encounter with a big, stiff dick. Her excitment was contagious and I could feel myself getting wet. "Jesus!" he muttered, "I was hoping to fuck your mum today, but this is so much more exciting. I've never had sex with a kid before." "Can I suck it, Mummy?" Now my heart is pounding. I was about to see my little girl in an act of utter depravity, taking a grown man's penis between her soft, pink lips and carrying him to heaven. "Yeah, go for it! Suck him off, my darling." She popped the end of his cock into her mouth, causing him to groan. I watched as her lips pulled his foreskin back and forth. With one hand she cupped his big, dangling balls. Poor Marcus was far too aroused to prolong his pleasure. "Oh, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming! Watch out!" He pulled his cock from her mouth just as he shot his load and it landed all over her face, multiple blobs of creamy cum landing on her forehead, cheeks, nose and dripping off her chin. Her peal of laughter filled the room. Her face, streaked with jism, looked up at him, adoringly. "Fucking awesome!" she murmured. "Next time, I want you to cum in my mouth." I pushed her on to her back and began to lick his cum from her face. "Never waste cum," I explained. "It tastes too good." She giggled. Then I kissed her mouth, knowing that she'd taste his cum in my own mouth. Marcus gathered up his clothes. "I'm gonna take a shower. That was marvelous, Daphne, you're a skilled cocksucker. Thank you." "Can I join you?" Daphne asked. "Better let him recover first, Sweetheart," I urged her. "You'll have to suck his cock for ages before he'll get hard again. He needs time to recover." "Another time, yes, I'd be delighted," he said, "but your Mum's right. It'll be a while before I get randy again." "Are you gonna stay the night?" I asked him. He looked at me, then at Daphne, then back at me again. "Let me think," he said, pretending to ponder the question. "Let's see: two naked girls, both skilled cocksuckers, one who likes to be fucked regularly and the other who wishes she were, are inviting me to sleep over. Mmmm, I have to think about this. I suppose I could be persuaded." "How?" Daphne asked. "Wait until I'm randy again, then think of something. I'm pretty sure you guys could come up with something that might pique my interest." Daphne chuckled and looked at me. "Oh, I can think of a few things, Marcus," I said, "you crazy fucking cunt hound. Go shower while we two girls conspire." Smiling, he left the room. "Oh, Mum, that was utterly thrilling. I loved sucking his cock. I could see from the expression on his face that he was enjoying it." "You didn't mind him splattering your face with cum, then?" "No. Whatever excites him, I wanna do it!" "Oh, Daphne, my darling little fucking slut. You take after your mother. If you liked his cock in your mouth, you're gonna love it up your cunt. You're gonna be in heaven." In those few moments of conversation, I decided that Daphne was going to be fucked by someone, sooner or later, and it might as well be in a controlled environment with Marcus. He was always gentle with me and so he'd be the same with her, and I was determined to watch which would be wildly exciting. "Meanwhile, I want you to sit on my face and push things up my cunt." "Things?" "Anything! Your fingers, your tongue, my dildo, I'm ready for anything." I crawled up the bed and lay on my back, letting her straddle me and lower herself on to my face. As I licked her dripping wet cunt, she went to work on mine. We lost count of the number of times we came. _______________________________ Early the following morning, Daphne and I crept into the guest bedroom. Marcus lay on his back, gently snoring, the sheet pushed down below his knees, his cock rock hard in his boxers. A sleep mask covered his eyes. I put my finger to my lips, signaling to Daphne to keep quiet. There he was, completely at our mercy, blissfully unaware of what was about to befall him as two naked females gazed at his body. I moved round to the other side of the bed, carefully watching him. I detected a slight movement of his head and concluded that he was awake, merely pretending to sleep. Those sleep masks always leave a strip of daylight to enter at the bridge of one's nose and the wearer has a narrow view of his surroundings. I calculated that he could see us but I continued to pretend I thought he was asleep. I moved back to the bottom of the bed and took Daphne in my arms, tilting her head back and kissing her. She wrapped her arms round me and held me tight, thrusting her thigh between my legs. I slid my hand down between our tummies and ran my fingers between her legs. She was wet with anticipation. "Do you want to be fucked?" I whispered, knowing that if he was awake, he'd hear me. "Yes! Yes! Absolutely!" Her eyes were alight with excitement. "First, I wanna get you ready with a little foreplay." I knelt in front of her, took hold of her left ankle and placed her foot on my shoulder. I tilted my head back and gazed at the gates of heaven, just inches from my face. She bent her right leg slightly, bringing her cunt down on to my mouth and I went to work on her, licking furiously at her cunt lips and clit, my hands on her bum cheeks. She stroked my hair. If Marcus was actually awake, this must've been an incredibly thrilling sight for him. How many guys are lucky enough to witness two lesbians having sex, a mother and daughter affair? I licked her for a couple of minutes until she whispered that she wanted to taste me and so we reversed roles. Having my cunt eaten by my daughter was thrilling enough, but having my brother watch us made it immeasurably more exciting. Daphne's face was soon dripping with my cunt juice, as she worked hard to make me cum, but I had bigger things in mind. When I was on the edge of orgasm, I stepped away from her, took hold of her elbows and lifted her to her feet. "Climb on the bed gently," I whispered, "so as not to disturb him and straddle his hips, being careful not to touch him at all." Soon she was in position, her knees either side of his chest, her bum still up in the air. With two fingers, I carefully pulled the fly of his boxers wide open and let his cock out to point vertically at the eleven year old virgin cunt poised above. "Now!" I cried loudly, grasping his shaft to aim his cock as she lowered her body. It slid in with no resistance at all, her cunt being so wet already. "Jesus!" he cried, abruptly "waking". He tore the sleep mask off and thrust his hips up to meet her. "Oh, my God!" she gasped, bobbing up and down, riding his rigid cock. I curled up beside him and cupped his balls with one hand. Daphne threw her head back. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly in heaven. "Fuck her, Marcus!" I called. "Fuck my little girl! She's been dying for it! Oh, what a beautiful sight, your magnificent cock pumping in and out. I could cum from just watching this! Are you okay, Daphne?" "Fine!" she managed to gasp, her face and chest flushed bright red. "It doesn't hurt a bit. It feels so . . ." She was lost for words. If my own experience with my dad was anything to go by, she was having the best time of her life. I got behind her and put my arms round her. One hand went to her chest, to tweak her tiny nipples and the other went down to her tummy, sliding slowly down until my fingertips reached her clit. Her moans and groans got louder. I kissed her on the neck and then I felt her hand reach behind to grope me between my legs. "Don't worry about me, Sweetheart," I murmured. "Just concentrate on your own pleasure. You can make me cum later." Marcus lifted his head and stared at us. "Holy fucking shit! What a way to wake up! Oh, my God, Daphne, your cunt is so soft and warm and wet and I'm gonna cum any second." "Jump off, Daff," I called, "Take a break and let him cool down and then jump on again." "Can I suck him?" she asked, lifting herself off. "Yes. Sit on his face and you can both eat each other." Soon I was treated to the incredible sight of my little girl and my brother going at it, sixty-nining vigourously, his tongue thrusting into her cunt, his cock deep in her mouth. I knelt beside him and he looked sideways at me as I pulled my pussy lips open, displaying my pink cavern. I teased my clit with my fingers, masturbating for them, but they were too carried away to pay me much attention. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he suddenly groaned. In a flash, Daphne rolled off his face and repositioned herself above his thighs. I gripped his shaft and guided him into her again and after just a dozen or so thrusts, he came, his hips lunging upwards. Daphne kept riding him until he went limp from exhaustion, at which point she rolled sideways off him on to her back. Before she could close her legs, I was down there, my face in her cunt, sucking every last drop of cum from her. It was almost a mouthful, and I moved back up the bed, lying on top of her and kissing her, my tongue pushing cum into her willing mouth. We lay there, exhausted, washed out, getting out breath back. "Oh, Mum, that was amazing!" she said, her eyes big and bright. "I loved it! Uncle Marcus, I want you to fuck me any time you like." He had a shit eating grin on his face. "Oh, I will," he assured her, "now that I've just come out as a fucking paedophile. I don't care, though, now that I've discovered the charms of little girls." "Are you still gonna fuck me?" I ask, knowing that I can rape him any time I like. "Of course, Misty. I'm sure we can invent some creative threesome action. Did you cum, Dahne?" "I was close," she said. "Mum, you're gonna have to finish me off." Her cunt was so wet that three of my fingers went deep inside her with little effort, and the instant my lips met her clit, she exploded, clamping my head between her thighs. "Now it's my turn, Mum," she said. "I wanna drive you crazy. What would you like?" I climbed off the bed and went into my bedroom, returning with my new strap on didlo, and offered it to her, showing her how to strap it on firmly, then getting on all fours so she could fuck me from behind, doggie fashion. She soon got the hang of it. It was marvelous to be fucked by my own daughter this way. She pounded away energetically, giving me three orgasms before I told her I'd had enough. Marcus, it seemed, had recovered very quickly again, because I could see him getting excited as he watched us. When Daphne pulled out of me, he cried, "Fuck me, Daphne. Fuck me up the arse with that magnificent dildo! Make me you bitch! Rape me! Ram that beauty right up me, all the way." He got on all fours, his arse up in the air and Dahne positioned herself behind him. I crawled between his legs, my body under his, so he could lick my cunt. As Daphne eagerly thrust the dildo into him, I took his cock in my mouth. Having cum only a few minutes earlier, he was gonna last a nice long time, so I could apply all my expertise to fellating him, with the added joy of seeing my daughter thrusting eight inches of rubber cock into him. "Oh!" he cried, pushing back with his arse, "This is so fucking GOOD!" It was a long time before he came. ____________________________________ Daphne and I are lying side by side on my bed. It's late Sunday evening. Marcus has gone home, one very satisfied dude. "Now you're not a virgin anymore," I say to her. "I think I'd better put you on the pill, Sweetheart. Don't want you getting pregnant." I run my fingertips over her naked body. Are her tits beginning to grow? I can just detect a slight swelling. Soon she'll have pubic hair which I'll shave off her. (She likes to shave me; it's so intimate, she says.) "Being fucked by Uncle Marcus was awesome," she says, "but, all in all, I like making love with you, Mum. A cock is exciting, but a cunt gets me more excited. Spread your legs and let me just look at you. Oh, I'll never get tired of looking at your cunt." I move my thighs apart then pull her on top of me so she can sit on my face. Soon, her marvelous little tongue is doing its work on my cunt and I'm getting closer to heaven every second. So my little girl prefers my cunt to her uncle's cock. That makes me so happy. It means she's probably going to grow up to be a lesbian like me. What more could a mother want? The end.