It wasn't that long ago that I risked taking advantage of the anonymity of the internet to confess that I'm a happily married mother of two adult children, and that I've engaged in sexual relationships with both my son Evan, and my daughter Katie.

Even though I've admitted this before, and have done so from behind an electronic veil, it feels very strange to come right out and state the fact that I've fucked my own children so definitively. Sex with both my son and daughter always made perfect sense as it was happening, but expressing these traditionally forbidden acts in the stark black and white of the page forces me to see what I have done from a slightly more detached perspective. And, as much as I hate to say it, this perspective doesn't always cast my behavior in a flattering light. It's not a challenge to see why the vast majority of normal society would denounce me and my lifestyle choices--especially if they knew the full scope and depth of my depravity.

I won't deny that I have had more than my share of uncomfortable moments of self-awareness, and sleepless nights of soul searching. But the logical conclusions, the social expectations, and the legion of doubts quickly dissolve in the flush of emotions and pleasures I've had the great fortune to share with my son and daughter in the reality of the moment.

This, however, is supposed to be a sex story--not a diatribe on the emotional hazards of boinking your own offspring. I would like to share with you the intimate details of how my daughter Katie had a long-time fantasy of hers fulfilled when she finally got the opportunity to fuck her father.

To bring everyone up to speed, I had an active history of naked games with my older brother, younger sister, several cousins, and one uncle when I was younger (all of us were at least 18, or older, of course). Within a few years after I married Don (who knew all about my kinky family exploits), my incestuous fun slowed to a trickle; basically just an occasional romp with my sister when we weren't on opposite sides of the country.

I was a perfectly 'normal' mom up until one summer day at the beach, when I found myself suddenly, and irrepressibly, turned on by my 18-year-old son. Despite my history of family sex, this came as somewhat of a surprise for me. But, because of my history of family sex, I permitted myself the freedom to explore these feelings, rather than suppressing them as most decent mothers would be inclined to do.

When I reached the conclusion that my suddenly awakened attraction was more than a passing lustful yearning, I began to feel Evan out to see if he had the sorts of physical feelings for me that I remembered having for my own parents when I was his age. It must be in the DNA, because he did, and we had a wonderful affair together that spanned well into his college years.

Maybe because I was more in tune with my children's sexual interests after that, I began a physical relationship with my daughter shortly after she turned eighteen. I suppose it would be more accurate to say that I allowed her to begin a physical relationship with me. I recognized her blossoming curiosity, and even though I made every effort to conceal the full extent of my connection with her older brother, I'm sure she intuitively knew something special was going on. She probably didn't understand it on a conscious level, but she was eager to gradually push the boundaries with me, and eventually share absolutely everything with her horny ol' mom.

The one thing, unfortunately, I was never able to share with her was my husband. Katie was very insistent about wanting to not only play with her brother, but also to learn the finer points of lovemaking under the firm, experienced hand of her father. Alas, neither of these desires it seemed would ever be fulfilled. I suggested the possibility to Evan, but he couldn't get to a place where he saw his baby sister as a sexual prospect. She was four years his junior, and he still viewed her as a bothersome little kid, and not the sensual young woman that she was developing into.

The case with her father was much more complicated. He was admittedly sexually attracted to Katie, but he was adamant that if the two of them began having sex that it would undermine his authority as a parent. With me already going down that road with her, he felt that it was imperative that at least one of us maintain some sort of 'moral high ground' with our daughter. She was overall a very good kid, but she did have a bit of the rebel in her. Don was concerned that it would be too easy for her to manipulate us, and get away with too much, which ultimately wouldn't be good for her.

There were long, and sometimes heated, debates between Don and I on this subject, but I ultimately conceded to the wisdom of his approach, and we assumed a sort of 'don't ask; don't tell' attitude about all the naughty, nasty, wonderful things Katie and I were doing with each other. It turned into a kind of game where we acted like we had to be sneaky about what we were doing so Daddy wouldn't find out. Which, to be honest, actually made it more exciting.

Even though Katie was still harboring a deep desire for her father, she had to content herself with occasionally pumping me (both figuratively and literally) for the graphic details of my sex life with her dad--which never failed to turn her on like crazy. It eventually became a sort of non-issue; something that she accepted just wasn't going to happen. This changed in early January of 2009.

Katie was home from college on winter break. She and I were vigorously making up for lost time both in and out of the bedroom (but, mostly in). I have to admit, it was an especially big deal for me, since whenever she goes away I'm never sure she's going to still want to continue carrying on with her aging mother when she gets home. I know our sexual relationship can't go on forever, but I feel like I've got at least a few more good years yet to go.

One afternoon, while Don was at work, Katie and I were in her bedroom experimenting with the rabbit vibrator she'd gotten me for Christmas. We were taking turns, fiddling with all the settings, and having a naked blast together. After we had worn our clits down to played-out nubs, we were lying on her bed talking about the various sex we'd had over the previous couple of months. Her stories were obviously more adventurous than my own, but we were both enjoying the openness and freedom that we had with each other that was unlike any of our other relationships.

I was telling her how I had given her dad a nice handjob in bed the other night. Katie joked that she was going to sneak into our bedroom that night after we went to sleep and jack her father off in the dark and he'll just think it was me. We had a good giggle, but I was a little worried that she just might really try it. This naturally led into her telling me about various fantasy scenarios she had about how she could seduce her father into having sex with her. Some of them were pretty elaborate!

The next, inevitable, phase of the conversation became more serious. She asked me yet again about Don's reasons for not wanting to be with her. After all, she pointed out (as she always did), he was willing to have a threesome with Evan and me. So why not her?

I had always given her the same party line whenever the topic came up, but I figured she was old enough by that point (by the way, she was 20-years-old at this time) to know all the gory details. I put it all out there, and she had something of a breakthrough. She had always harbored the idea that there was something inherently wrong with her all this time that made her undesirable to the males in the family--despite my constant reassurance to the contrary--but it all made more sense to her, and some of her unanswered questions now had answers.

As she worked through the reconfigured landscape of her experience, she began piecing together that all of Don's reasons for refraining from sex with her had basically become obsolete. We debated the points back and forth, our hands never straying far from some exposed sensitive spot on our own or the other's body, and Katie won me over to her position in relatively short order.

There was no longer a good reason for my husband not to have sex with our daughter!

We had all just been drifting along without really questioning the status quo. I found myself practically giddy with the implications. I could tell that Katie was just as fired up. There was a brief interlude where we worked off some of that burgeoning nervous energy by fingering each other to nearly simultaneous orgasm side-by-side on her bed. So good!

Once we mutually satisfied our mounting urges, we got down to planning what to do about our thrilling discovery. We brainstormed for almost an hour, got dressed, went downstairs to get dinner started, and brainstormed some more. We evaluated the merits of a number of approaches, but the one we selected had a high degree of risk, but offered what, for us, was a high degree of reward.

That night I lay in bed next to Don, innocently reading my book as if nothing out of the ordinary was about to unfold. He quickly scanned through a photo-copied article from an industry magazine, kissed me on the cheek, gave each of my boobs a loving squeeze, then rolled over. Within a few minutes I could tell he was asleep.

I quietly slipped out of bed, turned off the lights, and tiptoed to Katie's room. She was waiting impatiently, wearing only a black punk-band t-shirt and a tight pair of booty-shorts. I gave her the it's-a-go signal, and we sneaked back into my bedroom. I stripped out of my pajamas while Katie silently got naked as well.

Very carefully, I eased myself onto the bed and settled back with my head just below where my pillows sat. Katie then joined me. She climbed on top of me so that we were in the 69 position. My stomach was alive with butterflies, and I couldn't believe we were actually going through with this.

I had reconsidered what Katie and I had decided to do a hundred times over the course of the evening. I mean, it really wasn't fair to ambush Don like this. He had no clue this was coming, and there was a very good chance he would be extremely upset with us for pulling something so devious. Our next most likely plan was to do the sensible thing and sit down and talk to him about how the whole Katie situation had changed and bring him onboard. Reasonable, but not very exciting. I know our current plan was probably not the smartest, or most mature, way to go about it, but there we were.

Katie almost immediately began licking my already wet pussy. She lowered her hips until I was able to easily reach her clit with my mouth, and away we went. Within seconds, Katie was moaning and making exaggerated slurping noises down between my legs. It was part of our plan, but it was all I could do not to laugh. I added some of my own moans, but this wasn't enough to rouse my unconscious husband.

Katie took it up a notch and began grinding her hips, which created rhythmic undulations that carried through the mattress. It took only a few seconds to achieve the desired result, and I felt Don stirring next to me. Now, this wouldn't be the first time he's been awoken by sexual activity occurring on the bed next to him. I have been known to masturbate on occasion after my husband has dozed off for the night. Sometimes I'm considerate and keep it very low-key, but there have been times when I want him to know that I'm pleasuring myself for one reason or another. I assumed this would be the first thing he suspected.

Don was lying with his back to us, and I felt him turn slightly. I had to quickly make sure it would be clear to him exactly what was happening.

"Oh, Katie," I moaned softly, "you lick Mommy's pussy so good."

And, just to be sure Don didn't think I was talking myself through one of my fantasizes as I sometimes do, Katie quietly responded right on cue with, "Mmm, you taste so good, Mom. Don't stop sucking me."

This was it! The moment of truth. Don would either blow up and storm out of the room, or stay and...and who knows what? The scent of Katie's sex in my face was strong, and the sensations of her tongue gliding up and down the fleshy pleats of my pussy were distractingly delightful.

The moment stretched out, and there was no yelling, no brusque exit, but there was also no other hint of sound or movement from his side of the bed. Katie's oral gymnastics became louder.

"Shhh, honey," I hushed her. "Be careful you don't wake your father."

"Sorry," she whispered and kept right on eating me as loudly as before.

Don shifted again, and it took almost a minute for me to be sure, but I distinctly felt the telltale hints of my husband softly stroking himself. We had his attention, no doubt, and he was obviously unable to resist the erotic scenario playing out in the dark next to him. I wanted to cheer, but I restrained myself and resolved to let things play out of their own accord.

Meanwhile, during the whole time I was trying to gauge what was going on with Don, there was a very naked girl sucking my pussy for all she was worth. Once I knew Katie's father was at the very least taking some amount pleasure from our lascivious scheme, I was able to relax and enjoy the performance for myself.

"Fuck my face, Katie," I urged, grabbing onto her ass and pulling her pussy firmly against my mouth. My daughter was so wet that her juices were flowing down my chin and tickling their way across my throat in thin streams. I hadn't seen her this excited since we first began messing around with each other.

"That's it," she breathed. "You're gonna make me cum, Mom...Oh, God, please make me cum." Katie wasn't as loud as she usually is, but neither was she making much effort to maintain the pretense of being quiet.

The steady beat from the man next to us was much more obvious now. He remained on his side of the bed, apparently turned toward us by that point, but he remained under the covers as he jerked himself off to the increasingly passionate sounds of his daughter and wife sucking each other's cunts.

I wanted to try to get him more directly involved in our sex play, but I was becoming too absorbed in it myself to effectively accomplish anything toward that end. Katie began humping herself against my mouth in that way she did when she was on the verge of orgasm. I concentrated on her clit, sucking and licking in exactly the firm, fast pattern I knew got her off the best. She muffled her mouth against my own pussy, and I could hear her barely containing a building scream of pure ecstasy.

The bed bounced in tandem with Katie's bucking orgasm. She came with a series of gulping gasps, followed by a gratified sigh. As soon as her spasms settled down, she went right back to work on my aching clit. Damn, she was good at eating pussy. She must've had a good teacher...

One of the things I always particularly enjoyed about this position with Katie was the way she held herself in such a way that I could feel her dangling tits swaying against my tummy. She didn't normally lie flush on top of me like some women do, but maintains some space between us. The sensation of her taut nipples tracing little circles over the skin of my belly is a real treat I can't get enough of.

As I leaned my head back and allowed myself to focus on the pleasure I was receiving from my daughter, I felt a touch on my hip. It took me a second to be sure, but it was most assuredly Don's hand. He was still beating off, but he apparently couldn't resist wanting to make some sort of connection with the incestuous, lesbian debauchery happening right in next to him.

It was part of our arrangement between Don and I that I always told him about the naughty things that went on between me and the kids. I'd always kept my end of the bargain, and I'd share these details with him most often in conjunction with a handjob, or while we were fucking. Sometimes he'd just listen to me describe the lurid specifics as we masturbated together. Hearing about it, though, is one thing, actually being there as it's happening is another thing entirely...as he was discovering.

One of Katie's hands gripped my thigh tightly in a way that was pulling my skin rather painfully. Instead of shaking her hand away, I embraced the sensation and found a strange kind of pleasure in it. Her other hand had moved around the outside of my other leg so that she was able to insert a finger into my pussy. She knew how much I loved that.

My own hands ran along Katie's sides and thighs, pausing periodically to squeeze her plump and oh-so-squeezable ass. Don's hand was firmly pressed against my hip, and he was clearly feeling the mounting rhythm of the lovemaking between me and his daughter. I knew he had an impressive amount of self-control, but I was pretty sure he was nearing the precipice.

I began moaning loudly. The moans weren't for show, but I wasn't bothering to hold anything back at this point. Katie intuitively picked up on my signals. She knew how to manage my body as well as anyone could, and did exactly what I needed when I needed it to push me to the heights of sexual pleasure.

"Oh, yes," I blurted out. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, Katie. Fuck Mommy's pussy with your fingers...unnnnnngghh!" In the swirling build up to my orgasm I felt my husband jerking off wildly beside me. The sound of his fist beating up and down his cock was more than obvious, and I knew for a fact that Katie was hearing it, too. "I'm cummmming!" I moaned.

Katie mouthed my cunt like a virtuoso playing a well-tuned instrument. My husband's hand clenched into the flesh of my hip, and I heard him grunt with evident release. My daughter nursed each fleeting orgasmic sparkle from my convulsing pussy, then gracefully withdrew her lips and finger.

Don's hand stayed where it was. Katie stayed where she was. Nothing was said, and there was that magical electricity in the air when everyone present is only just beginning to appreciate what just happen with a clarity no longer clouded by urgent passions.

Katie dipped her head and gave my still pulsing pussy a loud smooch.

I patted her butt, and whispered, "Thanks, honey, that was amazing. I'll see you in the morning."

I know she didn't want it to end there, but I sensed that this was how it needed to be. She trusted my lead, and climbed off of me and picked up her underwear from the floor.

"I love you, Mom," she said quietly and kissed me on the lips. "Goodnight, Dad. Love you, too." She walked out of our room and closed the door behind her.

Don's hand slid up over my belly and found its way to my sopping cunt. He cleared his throat.

"Do you want to explain what that was all about?"

I paused, as if considering my answer. "Nope."

"Why am I not surprised?"

Without another word he got on top of me and drove his still hard cock into my still wet pussy. His belly was slick with cum from his voyeuristic jack-off, and it felt good as it smeared against my heated flesh. He fucked me hard and fast, and we both came in less than a minute. I had no illusions that the only thoughts in his mind as he rammed into me were of his daughter. I know because it was the only thing I was thinking of when I came. Plus, there was a very good chance that Katie was in her bedroom at that very moment making herself cum with thoughts of us.

I didn't know for sure where all this was going to lead, but I couldn't wait to find out!

* * * * *

Don was up and out early the morning after Katie and I had executed our little guerilla sex show on the bed right next to him. I had a pretty full day ahead of me, so I was out of the house before Katie woke up (which she wasn't likely to do much before noon anyway).

As I traveled between appointments, I couldn't help thinking about how exciting the previous night was for me. I couldn't wait to hear how it was for Katie. I was certain she went straight back to her room afterward and got herself off at least a couple more times before going to sleep. I also imagined that with the place to herself today that she was probably walking around naked all day and diddling herself at will as the mood took her. Lucky little slut.

I arrived home with a couple of pizzas and a six-pack, and found Katie lounging on the sofa in nothing but a pair of her brother's white gym socks and one of my robes (which she'd left open so all her goodies would be easily accessible). I dropped dinner off in the kitchen, kicked off my shoes, and joined my mostly-naked daughter in the family room.

I sat on the love seat and rubbed my sore, stockinged feet.

"Hi, Mom," she eventually greeted me once a commercial came on, interrupting my relaxed observation of the way her fingers absently twirled the long strands of her pussy hair. "Mmm...I smell pepperoni."

"Yep. I decided to make your favorite home-cooked meal."

"Martha Stewart has nothing on you," she said, fluffing all the twisted little rat tails from her furry muff. "So...did Dad say anything?"

"Haven't talked to him today." It was hard to resist not helping myself to some of those goodies that were on display, but I didn't want to get distracted before we had a chance to talk. "How do you think it went?"

"Well, he didn't exactly go crazy and ravish me like I hoped." She gave her mound a few firm pats. "But I'm pretty sure he was at least jerking off. He was, right?"

"He most definitely was. Shot a big load all over himself listening to you making all that noise, Miss Slurpy McSlurpenstein."

"That's pretty hot." Her nipples began to stiffened. "He didn't freak and throw me out, so I guess that's something."

"I'd say better than something. He never would've jacked himself off like that with you there unless he was extremely turned on by what you were doing." Now I could feel my own nipples responding, as well. "You think we should try again tonight?"

"I'm totally up for it." She motioned to her nakedness as if to say 'duh!' Such a brat. "As long as you don't think it's too soon."

"You know me. I'm usually a 'slow and steady wins the race' kinda gal, but I think in this case we should press our luck." I got a tingle between my legs as I said it.

"Should we just suck each other off again like last night?"

"Maybe. I don't know." I was getting too distracted by the way Katie's hand was tickling her inner thighs. "Let me talk to Dad and then we'll come up with a plan for tonight."

"Roger." She gave me a salute.

"Now go get some clothes on before your father gets home."

"Aww," she whined, "I was thinking maybe he'd jump my bones if he got home and found me like this."

"Ah, the subtle art of seduction." I got up and headed for the kitchen, shaking my head. "If you want your daddy's cock, then you're going to have to trust me. Go get dressed, then come get some pizza."

"Ugh!" She roused herself from the couch and stomped upstairs. "Why do you guys have to make this stuff soooo complicated?"

I had to admit that I understood her frustration, but at the same time the challenge made it that much more of a thrill for me, so I wasn't complaining.

* * * * *

Katie was pouring us a couple of beers as I sat at the table. When she heard her dad's car pulling into the garage, she poured a third. Don joined us in the kitchen looking a bit haggard after his day, but he brightened when he saw his princess. She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a nice cold beer. What more could a man want?

We sat around the table and shared the travails of our day. Don groused about the housing slowdown affecting business, I blathered on about the petty office politics I had to deal with, and Katie listened to us with a carefree smirk, making the occasional snarky comments that could only come from someone who didn't fully understand the compromises one is capable of making once the weight of responsibility is upon you.

Despite the complaining, there was a lot of joking and laughing, and it was just as pleasant and comfortable as ever. The tawdry events of the night before didn't seem to be interfering in our family dynamic at all. Which was a big relief.

After dinner, Katie helped me clean up then jumped onto the computer to see what absolutely thrilling things everyone she knew had gotten up to in the past hour or so. Don had headed upstairs to change, and I went up to see if I could get him to talk.

He was in the master bathroom drying off after a quick shower when I arrived.

"Got a date?" I teased.

"Maybe."

"Anyone I know?"

"Probably."

"A younger woman?"

"Possibly."

I kissed him, reaching around and grabbing two handfuls of muscular ass cheeks.

"So...you saying you're up for another round?"

He draped the towel over his head and made a show of drying his hair. He never was as comfortable when the joking stopped. Even after all the years he's been with me, and had to deal with countless intimate challenges, Don could still get flustered and embarrassed by these conversations.

"I don't know, hon," he hedged. "Maybe it's not a good idea for us to go there..."

"You seemed like you thought it was a pretty good idea last night, judging from how sore I was this morning after the pounding you gave me."

"Well, geez, I'm only human." He went to the mirror and swiped away the fog with his bare hand. He was trying to hide it, but I could see his cock thickening as he recalled the sounds and smells off his daughter giving me oral pleasure within arm's reach of him.

"Katie is over the moon about it all," I said. "It's all she talked about from the time I got home."

"Oh?" He feigned detached curiosity. "What'd she have to say?"

"She's all pumped up about it." I put down the lid on the toilet and sat, watching my naked man work through his grooming routine. "She said she's never felt closer to you. Katie knows that you were playing with yourself while it was happening, and she thinks that's a sign of how much you trust her and love her."

"Of course I love her!" he practically shouted. I was worried that I'd taken the wrong tack. "She knows I love her! Just because I don't have sex with my daughter doesn't mean I don't love her, for God's sake!"

"I know, I know!" I quickly interjected. "And she knows that, too. She does!"

He took a deep breath and resumed combing his hair.

"What I mean is she sees it that you love her beyond how a father is supposed to love his daughter. You love her enough to be able to open up a whole other part of yourself to her." I tried to remember all the arguments I had rehearsed in the car earlier that day. "You held that back when she was younger, which you were right to do, but she's become and independent woman now, and there's nothing stopping you from sharing this wonderful connection with her."

I wanted to keep making my case, but I forced myself to shut up and let that sink in. He continued to comb his already perfectly ordered hair as the gears of his mind churned.

"This just feels too weird," his reflection looked at me helplessly from the mirror. "I mean, what am I supposed to do? Just go and invite Katie to come upstairs with me so I can bang her?" He shook his head.

"She'd probably love that," I chuckled. "But you don't have to do anything." I stood and wrapped my arms around him from behind. "I'll bring us together, and all you have to do is allow yourself to enjoy whatever happens."

"I still don't know," he said weakly, but I could sense his surrender.

"I do." I cupped his warm, damp balls lovingly. "Trust me..."

* * * * *

Katie was in the family room flipping through channels, never stopping on any one for more than five seconds.

"Game on?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"This isn't a game, sweetheart," I said firmly, "but yes, it's on."

She did a little patented Tiger Woods fist pump and looked like she was about to tear off her clothes right then and there. I sat down on the sofa next to her, barely able to resist getting swept up in her enthusiasm. I could practically reach out and touch the nervous energy emanating from her entire body.

"It's going to be awesome to finally have sex without a condom! I can't wait to see how it feels to have a completely naked cock inside me."

"Now slow down, honey." I hated being the one putting the brakes on her excitement, but I wanted everything to go right with this. "Your father hasn't completely wrapped his head around all this yet, so we don't want to push things too fast. Let's stick with the plan and do our thing, and leave it to your dad to come along at his own speed."

"Alright, fine! Geez, you two are killin' me here!"

"Be patient," I leaned over and kissed my daughter on the lips. It was a long, soft kiss that had the desired calming effect on her. "I promise it will be worth it."

I heard Don upstairs coming down the hallway. I gave Katie another quick smooch, got up and went over to sit in the easy chair. He came downstairs and joined us in the family room wearing his slippers and robe, with pajamas underneath. I smiled amiably at him, and he appeared a bit confused as to why I was sitting in his usual seat. Katie figured it out quick enough.

"Come sit with me, Daddy," she said in her sweetest little-princess voice.

He gave me a look to tell me he knew what I was up to, then went and sat next to his darling daughter. She immediately relinquished the remote to her king, and snuggled up next to him, holding his arm in a hug. They looked so cute together.

Don had to choose between a rerun of 'Law and Order' and a new episode of 'CSI: Miami.' Katie voted for the show with the highest probability of young hotties in bikinis, so 'CSI' it was. There wasn't much conversation between the three of us while we watched TV, but I would steal an occasional glace and see Katie tickling her fingers along her father's bare forearm, or toying with the sash of his robe in an innocently provocative manner. The mix of relaxing domestic tranquility and gathering sexual tension was a potent combination.

About fifteen minutes before the end of the show, I was ready.

"I'm going to head up," I said as I stood and looked over at Katie. "Do you want to come?"

"Always," she answered slyly.

She had her legs curled up beneath her and her father's hand was resting on her knee. She almost seemed reluctant to leave his side. But she knew what might be in store.

Katie kissed her dad on the cheek. "Let me know if they catch the bad guy like they always do." Katie hopped up and made her way toward the stairs.

"Get your favorite toy," I said to her as she passed me, "you know, the really big one, and bring it to my room. I'll be up in a minute."

"Sure thing." She couldn't suppress a very excited smile as she glanced back to see Don's reaction. We'd never referenced our private mother/daughter games in front of him before. "We probably won't need any extra lubrication tonight, but I'll grab some just in case. Peach flavor, or cherry?"

"Let's try the peach this time," I answered and gave her a slap on the butt to get her moving. She ran up the stairs, her braless boobs bouncing all the way.

"What am I going to do with the two of you?" Don asked, shaking his head and looking to the heavens for an answer.

"I don't know, but I can't wait to find out." I went over to him and squeezed his crotch. Just as I'd expected he was hard. Sitting so intimately close to his daughter had gotten his blood flowing. "You finish watching your show, and come up when you're ready."

"This all still feels very weird," he pointed out, but there wasn't a lot of conviction behind it.

"I know, hon," I said soothingly. "I went through the same thing when I was first with Evan, and again with Katie. I would be more worried if you weren't having these feelings. There's no big rush, so just do what's comfortable for you." I kissed him the way I had kissed Katie earlier. "And know that both your girls love you very much, and no matter what happens we always will."

He simply nodded. I left him with another kiss, and headed upstairs to our bedroom not knowing for sure if he would follow.

* * * * *

When I came into the room Katie was on my bed in nothing but a pair of black panties and a matching bra. She was striking a sexy pose and trying to make it look natural. Her favorite, big rubber dong was conspicuously lying on the bed with her. I didn't miss the expectant look she cast behind me, and the deflated expression when she saw there was no one else there.

"Is daddy coming up?"

"He's very nervous about all this," I told her, "but the way you were snuggling with him got his cock good and hard, so I doubt he'll be able to resist for long."

I stripped out of my clothes under my daughter's hungry stare, then headed into the bathroom to freshen up.

"Did he say anything about wanting to fuck me?" Katie asked as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail.

"You know that your dad has wanted to fuck you for quite some time. If it doesn't happen tonight, it will happen soon, trust me. There's no need to push it. Just relax and let it happen naturally." I was the last one who should be advising patience when it came to sexual needs, but I didn't want Katie to get too aggressive with her father before he came to terms with finally allowing himself to become intimate with his little princess.

"Damn, Mom," she said when I walked back into the bedroom. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing you naked." She licked her lips to punctuate her point.

"Wait until I'm seventy, then we'll see," I said, trying to play it off, but I loved hearing her say things like that. I moved around the room and made sure the lighting was right--just enough to see what was going on, but not too bright to make Don feel self-conscious.

"Even when you're eighty I'm still going to want to suck my pretty mommy's pussy."

"I'm going to hold you to that," I threatened with a laugh. "But in the meantime, how about sucking your mommy's pretty pussy right now?" I climbed onto the bed and she pulled me down on top of her. Her lips were on mine; her tongue forcing its way into my mouth with a irresistible passion.

We kissed, and our hands explored each other's warm flesh. She pushed me onto my back, never taking her mouth from mine, and climbed on top of me. There were times when Katie wanted to be taken care of. I would hold her in my arms, and she would suckle at my breast while I rocked her. She gave herself over to me, like a helpless baby, and soaked up whatever pleasures I provided for her. Then there were other times when she exerted herself. She was no longer the child, but rather the one in charge. The power was hers, and all I could do was submit to her will. Tonight, she was in charge.

Katie kissed her way down my throat to my breasts. She attacked one nipple, then the other. She squeezed my tits hard as she drew my entire areola into her mouth, pulled, then released.

"Spread your legs," she ordered between sucks. I parted my legs willingly. Her mouth worked its way down over my tummy and across my patch of pubic hair. She kissed and nibbled my inner thighs as I squirmed in anticipation. "Spread your pussy for me," my daughter instructed. I did as she asked, pulling my lips to either side, revealing the delicate flesh within.

I wanted her to dive right in and make me cum, but the little brat couldn't resist teasing me. Feathery kisses alit in several places along the length of my vulva. Her soft tongue darted out here and there, tickling me in my most intimate places. She blew on my stiffened clit. Her warm breath caressed my excited nub. I was ready to go wild.

"Wider," Katie insisted. I stretched my lips even further apart, to the point where it was almost painful. "Do you want me to eat your pussy, Mom?"

"Yes..."

"You want me to lick your clit while I finger fuck you?"

"Do it, Katie...please! Stop teasing and suck my pussy..."

She loved making me beg. It was divine torture for me. I spread my cunt as far as I could and thrust my hips up toward her grinning face. My daughter finally granted me what I so desperately wanted, opened her mouth wide, and engulfed as much of my pussy as she was able to. A rush of heat radiated through me, and the breath left my body in a happy moan.

Her tongue went to work on my hard clit, and, as promised, I felt my girl slip a finger into her mommy's very wet pussy hole. Her finger tip probed my inner roof until she found the spot. A little bit of pressure there, mixed with a slight in-and-out motion, multiplied the pleasure of her lapping tongue on my pulsing bud.

Normally, with Don in the house, I would have tried to restrain myself. I didn't feel any such inclination that night. With the bedroom door wide open, I knew he'd be able to hear, and I hoped it would push him off the fence if he was still having any doubts.

"Fuck, Katie! You suck my pussy so good! Such a good girl...such a good little cunt licker! Oh, fuck! Yes!"

My daughter became even more aggressive upon hearing my cries of building ecstasy. She knew when I started talking like that I was getting close. There were now two fingers inside me, and Katie was purposely making loud slurping noises as she rhythmically worked my cunt with her mouth. God, I loved that sound.

My head began to feel light. I planted my feet, grabbed the back of Katie's head, and shoved my pussy against her face.

"Eat me!" I screamed. "Eat my cunt. Make me cum, baby! Make mommy cum on your face! Yes! Suck my cunt! Mmmmm! Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!"

I rode my daughter's mouth to a full-body orgasm. My head snapped back against the mattress, and a series of screams, moans and growls exploded out of me as the one wave after another of pure joy infused every part of me.

Her lips remained tight to my clit throughout my spasm until she sensed it was about to become painful then released me. My body went limp, and I was laughing senselessly at the lingering swirls of pleasure playing through me. Katie's fingers moved inside me, and a feeling of sweet contentment settled over me. As fulfilled as I was, I remained aware that there was still more to come...much more.

* * * * *

After several long, languid minutes of Katie toying leisurely with my pussy, I was about to ask if she wanted me to return the favor and eat her out, but then I noticed my husband standing in the doorway.

"Don't be shy," I said with a big smile.

Katie looked up at me confused, then noticed I was looking past her. She turned and saw her father tentatively stepping into the room. He took in the scene of his daughter poised between his wife's legs, his little girl's cheeks shiny with his wife's wetness. He couldn't help looking over Katie's body in nothing but her bra and panties. I could see the desire, but also the apprehension.

"I don't...um..." he mumbled, clearly at a loss for how to deal with this situation. I wanted him to jump right into bed with us, but instead he took a seat on the chair of my vanity. This was all a big step for him, so I didn't want to let my disappointment show and make it any more difficult.

"Katie," I said softly, "come up here and give me a kiss."

Her cheeks were blushing bright red, but she obeyed my instruction and climbed atop me and brought her trembling lips to mine. I was surprised at how nervous she was. The funny thing is that Katie had spied on me and her father making love on several occasions, and Don had done likewise a few times when Katie and I were fooling around, but neither one knew that the other had done so. This was the very first time either of them were fully aware that they were being sexual in front of each other. The tension was excruciatingly erotic!

I peeked over my daughter's shoulder as she kissed my neck and saw my husband massaging his erection through his pajama bottoms. He clearly wanted to take his cock out and stroke it properly as he watched us making out, but he wasn't ready to be the one to make the first move. It was obviously going to be my responsibility to move this forbidden three-way forward.

"Sweetie," I whispered to Katie, "Why don't you show Daddy your pussy?"

She barely stifled a giggle and buried her face in the crook of my neck. I patted her bottom and shot a wink at my husband.

"Come on, don't be embarrassed," I said encouragingly. "Just take down your panties, open your legs up nice and wide, and let Daddy see your beautiful little pussy. His cock is so hard for you right now, sweetie, let him see how wet you are."

I could feel her shaking as she turned over and rested her back against me. Don watched attentively as his daughter wiggled out of her panties. She hesitated a moment, her legs demurely pressed together. She took a deep breath and slow spread her legs. The expression of pure lust that came over my husband's face told the whole story.

"What do you think?" I prompted him.

His mouth opened, but he couldn't seem to form the words. It took two more tries before he managed to utter the word, "Amazing."

"Can you believe our little girl has such a sexy pussy?" I reached around and casually fondled one of Katie's breasts. It was an incredible turn on to finally be able to do this openly. "I'm guessing your daughter wouldn't mind if you took your cock out right about now. Tell him, sweetie."

"Um..." she struggled to hold back another giggle. "Yeah...you can take it out, Daddy. I want to see."

Don, his eyes glued to Katie's exposed womanhood, reached into his pajama bottoms and pulled his stiff shaft out into the open. Even though I'd seen it a million times, it was like I was experiencing it in a whole new way. My pussy was aching for attention, but that would have to wait.

"Let her see your balls, too," I gently directed. He pulled the elastic waistband down, putting himself on full display. "Mmmm, yes." I nibbled at Katie's ear. "There it is, sweetie, just like you always wanted...your father's cock."

"I love it," she breathed softly. The hunger in her voice sent chills up my spine.

"Tell him," I urged. "Don't be bashful."

"I love it, Daddy," she said with a little more confidence. "I love your cock."

I had her bra off by this point, and I pinched her nipple hard. "Spread your pussy open and say it again."

Katie instantly complied. She reached down parted her swollen lips, exposing her pink secrets to her father's longing gaze. "I love your cock, Daddy. I want it so bad."

"I want you, too, Katie." Don was practically drooling over her. "So beautiful..."

The temperature in the room was quickly rising. The sexual electricity was sending little waves of prickly expectation across my skin. My attention flitted between my yearning husband's cock, and my wanton daughter's open pussy. The moment was exceptionally delectable.

"Show your baby girl the way you like to stroke your cock," I said. Don's haltingly reached for his shaft. He ran his fingers along the side of it. I could see his hand shaking. He was obviously still a little unsure about letting his daughter see him in such a vulnerable position. Don was having to give up a great deal of his authority as a parent in doing this, but I knew that once he realized how much more he would gain he would have no regrets. "Go ahead, honey."

My husband wrapped his hand around his straining erection and gave it a few faltering tugs.

"Nice," I sighed. "Do you like that, Katie? Seeing your father stroke his big, hard cock for you?" I slid my hand down and caressed her soft belly.

"So hot," she murmured. "I want it inside me."

"I know you do," I cooed lovingly. "But you have to be a good girl and listen to Mommy, okay?" My daughter was beginning to writhe in my arms, barely able to contain her craving want. "Why don't you let daddy see how you touch yourself? Show him the way you masturbate when you're thinking about him fucking your pussy."

Katie immediately began rubbing herself. There was no doubt or hesitation in her movements. This is something she'd been dreaming about for years, and had experienced a thousand times in her imagination. I felt so privileged to be able to give her what she so desperately wanted.

Her father was intently focused on Katie's fingers working over her clit. He was slowly stroking himself. It was obvious that he was forcing himself to hold back. He was probably on the verge of cumming already and was doing all he could to restrain himself.

"Your daughter has a very hairy pussy, doesn't she?" I coaxed.

"It's perfect," Don responded without looking at me.

"It must be hard for you to see from way over there." I kissed Katie's neck. "Why don't you come get a closer look."

Katie's enthralled father didn't waste any time and came to kneel at the side of the bed. Katie only had to turn a little to position herself so her father was comfortably between her legs. I pulled her hands away from her pussy and set them firmly at her sides. I could feel her practically vibrating with anticipation. I combed my fingers languidly through her wild pubic hair.

"Can you smell her?" I asked my husband. "Can you smell your daughter's hot, wet pussy?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in her musky scent. He really wanted to savor this experience. He'd fantasized about it for years as well, and now it was really happening. I wanted it to be better than he ever imagined.

"You want to taste her, don't you?"

I dipped my fingers into my little girl's opening, gathering a smear of her sex juices on the tips of my fingers. I then held them out to Don. He gratefully took them into his mouth and sucked them clean, making sure that nothing was left behind. He'd smelled Katie on me before, but he'd never had anything this fresh.

"Katie?" I said as she watched him sucking my fingers.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Would it be okay if Daddy licked your pussy a little?"

"Yes," she responded right away.

"Are you sure?" I parted her lips, spreading her open once again. "Is this is really what you want?"

"Yes!" She pressed her hips toward her father's face. "I want it. Daddy, please lick my pussy. Please..."

There was no longer any doubt. No hesitation. No second thoughts. His tongue stretched out and touched his daughter's wide open pussy hole, then slid up the length of her slit to her prominent clitoris. Our daughter had a very impressive clit, and it was standing out stiff and proud at that moment. Her body convulsed in my arms as her father gently took her young love bud between his lips, kissing and suckling it with unreserved delight. I held her open for him so that he'd be able to use his hands for other things.

"Talk to me, sweetie," I whispered.

"Oh, shit, Mom," Katie groaned, barely able to form the words coherently. "Dad's sucking my pussy. He's licking my cunt right now...it's really real...finally...oh, fuck, yes!"

The sexual rush that was possessing my entire body was unlike anything I'd felt before. The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming. To actually be holding my naked daughter in my arms as she experienced carnal pleasures with her own father for the very first time was more incredible than any fantasy I could concoct. Not only that, but seeing my husband finally giving in to his forbidden lust made me want him more than ever.

I had roped Don into having a few threesomes while we were dating. One time he was literally roped into it (you should never let me tie you up if you're not ready for anything!). Two of those threesome were with other women, but it was more about us girls going at it. Don enjoyed being the recipient of a bit of touching and sucking, but he only fucked me and didn't permit himself to get too carried away with the other girl.

I looked down at his head nestled firmly between Katie's legs and was very aware that this was the first time I'd ever seen him like this. My husband was sucking another woman's pussy right in front of me--and apparently loving every second of it! I'd seen him between my thighs countless times, but he never looked so sexy eating me as he looked right then.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum," Katie blurted out. She reached down and pulled his head tighter into her crotch. "Keep going...yes...oh, God, yes..."

I wanted to say something that would add to the nastiness, but the approaching climactic moment was intense enough without any additional commentary from me. I watched as my daughter's chest flushed a deep crimson. She humped her pussy against her father's face and was no longer able to draw even a single breath as she was about to crest her orgasmic peak.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" She screamed and her whole body shook with a violent spasm. She clamped her dad's head between her strong thighs and rode out her orgasm. I felt all her muscles tense and could only imagine the amazing sensations she was wracked with in those seconds. Once the major tremors had subsided, she went still in my arms. Her legs fell open, releasing her father from fleshy captivity.

He looked up at us with a boyish grin.

"You're father looks very sexy with your pussy cum all over his face, doesn't he?"

"Dad," she was still catching her breath, "that was seriously the best cum I ever had in my life." Katie's fingers teased her taut nipples. "Now I know why Mom keeps you around."

Don's smile widened. He stood up, bringing his fierce erection once again into view.

I patted my daughter's soaked pussy. "And maybe if you're a very good girl, some day you'll find out for yourself about the other reasons I keep your old man around," I joked suggestively.

"Please tell me you're kidding right now!" Katie twisted around to look up at me. "You're going to let Daddy fuck me, aren't you?"

"I don't know..." I pretended like the matter was in question.

"Mom, you have to!" She reminded me of how she sounded when she used to beg me to let her stay up late to watch a favorite TV show. "Pleeeease!" She was on the verge of panic, and turned to her father. "Dad, you want to, right? Please say you want to fuck me."

"Well?" I cast a questioning look at my husband. "What's it going to be, honey? Are you ready to fuck your horny daughter?"

He eyed her naked body, the hungry look still obvious. "I want you to be sure about this, Katie. If we do this, things are going to be different from now on between us. There's no going back."

Don was trying to play the wise parent, but the quaver in his voice betrayed his hopeful need for her to say yes.

"It's what I want more than anything," Katie said in a heartfelt gush of words. "I love you so much, Daddy, and I've always dreamed about being with you like this. I want you inside me. I want to feel you on top of me, and for you to make love to me the way you do with Mom." She rubbed her pussy to emphasis her sincere lust for him. "Please, Daddy, I need you to fuck me."

His cock jumped a little upon hearing those words. He watched Katie grind the heel of her hand against her clit for a moment, then nodded. This was it. It was finally going to happen.

I scooted back so I was sitting up against the headboard with my legs straight and splayed wide open. I nudged Katie to get her to slide up as well. She moved so she was lying in the center of the bed, her head between my thighs, her shoulders right between my knees. Don climbed onto the bed with us, and crawled into position over our daughter. We both watched his hard-on as it came as close to Katie's naked pussy as it have ever come. As I massaged her breasts I could feel her heartbeat racing along with my own.

She opened herself to her father, and he lowered his hips toward her. The head of his cock grazed the tangled tuft of her matted pubic hair. Katie grabbed one of my hands and held it tight.

"I have to warn you," Don said quietly to her, "that I'm afraid I'm not going to be able hold out very long at all this first time. I'm about ready to go off as it is."

"I don't care," Katie told him, looking up into his eyes with pure adoration.

He leaned down and kissed her. They'd shared thousands of kisses since she'd been born, but this was their first lovers' kiss. As their tongues explored, my husband eased himself forward. From the shuddering sigh that escaped from Katie, it was evident that he had entered her. She squeezed my hand hard in a gesture of shared triumph.

If you take a step back and think about it, it really is a small thing. A penis being inserted into a vagina. One little area of skin coming in contact with another little area of skin. A simple biological engagement that has occurred innumerable times throughout human history. And yet this tiny, almost insignificant, act drastically realigned the axis of all our relationships in an instant. I could only pray that it wouldn't end up driving us apart, but instead bring us closer than ever.

"Oh, Daddy..." Katie breathed.

I could see my husband's legs flex as he pushed himself deeper into his daughter's pussy. He was pressed down on top of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him as close to her as she was able.

Don lifted his hips, then droved them forward again with a soft grunt.

"Go ahead, Daddy, it's okay...go ahead and cum inside me."

He pulled back and thrust again, and again, and once more. My husband let out a strained cry. I saw the round muscles of his ass clench hard and I knew he was emptying his seed into his daughter. Her fingers dug into his back as a sublime smile transformed her whole face.

"Cum in me," she moaned. "Fill up my pussy with all your cum."

It was all I could do to keep myself from letting the happy tears in my eyes from falling. I felt so foolish, and didn't want either of them to see how silly I was getting over this. I couldn't keep myself from thinking about how often I had dreamed about sharing a supremely loving moment like this with my own father. The joy of being able to give such a gift to my own daughter was almost too much for me to handle.

Don, his body now relaxed, was resting more of his weight atop Katie, holding her tight, his head buried in the crook of her neck. She continued to hold him close, her legs around his waist and locked at the ankles. They stayed that way for a long while, with me sitting quietly above them, not wanting to disturb their moment.

I believe my husband is a wonderful lover. That being said, I wouldn't exactly describe him as any kind of super-stud. He keeps himself fit, and I love his body, but he's no Adonis. If statistics are to be trusted, his cock is slightly bigger than average. He is extremely attentive and accommodating in the bedroom, but he doesn't have any special tricks or techniques. The one sexual advantage that he is naturally endowed with, however, is staying power. And I've been very grateful for that little perk over the years.

As I contemplated my naked husband and daughter entangled on the bed in front of me, I was well aware of the fact that his cock, which was still buried firmly inside her, was as hard now as it had been before he came. I envied her, knowing exactly how good that must be feeling.

Quietly, without any words being spoken, Don's hips began to move ever so slightly. Small circular motions. Practically undetectable to me at first, then gradually becoming more noticeable. Katie instinctively matched his movements. I was so excited by that point that it almost felt like my teeth were buzzing.

Don raised himself up and kissed Katie again. "Ready for your turn?"

Katie nodded, unable to find any words yet.

His hips moved a little quicker, and I could hear the faint squishing sound of his cock moving in and out of her drenched pussy.

"I want you to cum for me," he said. "I want to make you feel so good."

Katie looked like she was on the brink of fainting away at hearing these seductive words from her own father. All she could do was nod again and let out a little moan.

He raised himself into a push-up position, arms locked, muscles tense. He looked up at me. I was taken off guard as it had seemed the two of them had all but forgotten I was there. I leaned forward and kissed him. There was a faint trace of Katie's flavor on him--a flavor he had only ever tasted before on my lips or fingers until tonight. My brain could barely reconcile the fact that my husband was kissing me while his cock was sliding around inside our daughter's cunt.

Don gave me one of his familiar winks and returned his attention to Katie. He switched from deep, rotating motions to an in-and-out technique. I slouched down a bit and was able to see all the way down between them. It was dim, but I could just make out the silhouette of my husband's shaft penetrating Katie again and again.

"That feel nice, my little Katie bear?" I asked as I tickled my fingers along both of her bare arms.

"So nice..."

"You like the way Daddy's cock feels inside you?"

"Totally..."

"Look at you...fucking a cock like a big girl."

Don had been steadily increasing his pace. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh heightened the excitement for us all. Katie's tits were now bouncing enticingly within easy reach. The best part for me, though, was that each thrust pushed her body up toward me causing the crown of Katie's head to bump against my pussy. Each bump that hit my clit sent a cascade of feathery tingles spreading across my legs and up into my belly.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she panted. "You're fucking my pussy so good." Her eyes were closed, but she was completely present in the moment. "Mom...do my nipples..."

I knew just what she wanted. When she got close to cumming she loved for me to pull on her nipples. The rougher the better. I pinched them hard, and tugged on her stiff points.

"Yes, harder!"

I assumed she was taking to me, while Don assumed he was talking to him, and so I stretched her nipples more, giving them a cruel twist, and her father began fucking her with increased force. By the way her body was writhing in reaction, I guessed she was very happy with what we were both doing to her.

"I'm gonna cum!" Katie announced in the throes of her escalating bliss. "I'm gonna cum on your cock, Daddy!"

"That's right," Don coaxed her along as he rammed himself into her again and again, "cum for me. Cum all over daddy's cock."

I was nearly ready to cum myself from the way Katie's head was pounding against my crotch, but I was too enraptured with the sexy scene playing out before me to be able to concentrate on my own orgasm. I let go of one of her nipples and gave her tit a sharp slap. It made my hand sting, but I knew how much she liked exactly that kind of harsh treatment at just the right moment. Based on her involuntary moan of ecstasy that erupted from her, I had apparently picked the right moment.

"Here it comes," Katie breathed. "Harder...don't stop...fuck my pussy...fuck me, Daddy! Yes! Right there! I'm cumming! Yeeeeees!"

My daughter lost control of herself as her orgasm took hold of her. She thrashed and screamed out, one fist beat the mattress, her other hand gripped her father's shoulder hard, fingers digging into his flesh. That rosy blush spread across her chest once again and up to her cheeks. Don didn't let up. He continued to ram his hard cock into his little girl, prolonging her pleasure for as long as he possibly could.

Slowly, she began to relax, reluctantly accepting that the fury of her climax was fading. She convulsed with small tremors, aftershocks from what had to be the most intense orgasm I'd ever witnessed her have. Her father held himself atop her, his cock still pressed deep inside her cunt. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I'd never been as viscerally attracted to him as I was in that moment.

Katie took a deep breath, and giggled. Her girlish laugh sounded out of place after the vividly erotic experience we'd all just shared. Our daughter's eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at us with a dreamy look. 

"Mmmm...I love you guys so much." She smiled, and somehow in the middle of all this debauchery managed to be cuter than a basketful of kittens.

I leaned down and gave her a kiss. Don pushed himself back, rising up on his knees. His expression was precious as he watched his cock slowly slide out of his daughter's pussy. He had softened a bit, but not very much.

"Mom, you ready for another cum?" Katie reached up and squeezed my tits, then gave them a playful jiggle. "I think I should lick you again while Dad fucks me some more."

"I don't know, sweetie," I said while stroking her hair, "your father could probably use a rest before going again."

Don looked up from Katie's pussy. "Nope, I'm good to go." He gave his shaft a few quick tugs and sure enough he was just as stiff as when we started. I hadn't seen him like this since we were dating.

"My dad is a total stud!" Katie squealed and clapped her hands together like the happy girl she was. She suddenly turned herself over, got up on all fours, and wiggled her hind end at her father. "Do me doggy-style, Daddy!"

Don wasted no time moving into position and once again inserting himself into his girl's hot pussy. His hands eagerly grabbed onto her generous backside.

"How do you want me?" I asked, enjoying the fact that our daughter was treating us like her own personal sex dolls.

"Oh, geez, Mom, let me think," she said sarcastically with a perfectly executed eye roll. "You only told me about your favorite fantasy like a million times."

My heart jumped at her words. It seemed unreal that a fantasy I'd masturbated to for several years was about to actually come true.

"What are you waiting for, you horny slut? Get down there!"

I quickly pulled my legs up, turned myself around and shimmied myself under Katie. Her body rocked with each easy thrust she was now receiving from her father. I squirmed into place, my head swimming with the excitement of it all. Katie and I were in the 69 position (which was not unusual for us), but this time I had an extraordinary view of my husband's hard shaft gliding in and out of her tight cunt hole.

As I marveled at the sight, I was startled when I felt Katie's lips around my clit. She pushed my legs open as wide as they would go and went right to work on me. I was about ready to go into sensory overload! It was almost too incredible to believe. Then it got even better.

Don pulled back until just the tip of his cock remained inside her. As he did this a dollop of semen and pussy juice oozed from Katie's hole and dripped down onto my cheek. Don drove his cock back into her and the slurpy-squishy sound of it was beyond any fantasy I could ever conjure.

I ran my hands up and down Katie's bare flanks as she lapped at my pussy. She was going to have an easy time of it tonight because I'd been on the cusp of an orgasm for the past twenty minutes! I inhaled deeply and was intoxicated by the heady mix of sweat and other body fluids. It was only a matter of seconds before a series of fluttering convulsions seized my pussy and I gleefully came against my daughter's mouth.

I craned my neck upward and reached out my tongue. I tickled Katie's hard clit as best as I could from my awkward position. My husband's balls were mashed up against my forehead, and the end of my nose was nestled exactly in the spot where his cock was entering our girl. I could feel the slick length of him slipping in and out.

More cum and pussy goo gushed out of Katie's swollen cunt and spilled onto my face. I was in a place that not even heaven could match. I was only partly aware at that moment that she had shoved two, or maybe three, fingers inside me as her father began slamming himself into her even harder. I was reveling in the sloppy, animal lust of it all. We were like one big naked organism with the sole purpose of attaining the maximum amount of pleasure physically possible.

I heard Katie calling out that she was cumming again. Her hand was pumping into me, slapping a steady beat against my clit, and all of the sudden I was cumming again, too. Don let out a guttural yelp, pulled his cock clear of Katie's cunt and forcefully unleashed a fresh load of spunk. I tipped my head back and was able to catch most of it in my mouth even as a second, more intense orgasm rumbled through me brought on by the incessant finger fucking Katie was treating me to.

Now that there was a little more space, I raised myself up enough to lick my daughter's messy pussy clean. The flavor of her sex mixed with the familiar tang of her dad's jism was a special delicacy unlike anything I'd ever tasted.

Katie turned around and took her father's wilting cock into her mouth. She sucked him lovingly, obviously seeking a sample of the same concoction of sex juices I had just enjoyed from her. I watched, feeling a warm contentment. Don ran his fingers through her hair and let his daughter enjoy her oral explorations for as long as she wanted. She looked so cute with her daddy's penis in her mouth.

* * * * *

A short while later we were all lying together with Don in the middle of the bed, Katie on one side of him and me on the other. It felt comfortably natural. There was no longer any awkwardness between the three of us as we relaxed and enjoyed the closeness of one another. Even though he was flaccid, Katie couldn't keep her hand away from her father's cock. She cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she snuggled her nakedness against him. It didn't seem possible that I could be any happier than I was that night.

The next day our threesome was all that Katie wanted to talk about with me. She was beyond thrilled with the new development in her relationship with her father. That evening I insisted that the two of them spend the night together without me. It killed me not to be able to play with them again, but I thought it was important that the two of them figure out how they work with one another without me in the mix. Based on the ear to ear smile Katie came down to breakfast with the next morning, it was clear that they had worked things out very nicely indeed.

Don and I had two more 'official' threesomes with Katie during that winter break before she headed back to school. She and I fooled around almost every day, and she played alone with her dad on several more occasions. Don was as horny as a teenager during those weeks, and our normal two or three times a week pretty much doubled. He doesn't like to admit it, but he looks forward to Katie coming home on school breaks more than ever these days.

I know there are lots of reasons why having this kind of sexual relationship with my children is wrong. But for me, and my family, there are even more reasons that make it right for us. The fact is that even though it is a socially shameful secret that I am constantly on guard to protect, I can't imagine living any other way. I understand that most people find it sick, sinful, and depraved, and I can't really fault them for this view. All I know is that it has brought my husband and I as close to our son and daughter as possible, and we are all the happier for it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm hornier than hell after writing all this and I'm going to go fuck myself silly using the new dildo Katie bought me this Christmas!