A sex story about a young woman who unexpectedly encounters her parents at a swinger club.
It had been a few weeks since we had been to the Pineapple Lounge, and we were excited to have fun tonight. Unfortunately, we got stuck in traffic, so the party was in full effect by the time we got there.
“I’m going to go change real quickly. I’ll meet you in the lounge,” I told John.
John and I started swinging when our daughter, Cassie, left for college. Four years later, we are still very active in our local swinger’s community. We have developed so many great friendships with couples of all ages.
As I walked into the changing room, I couldn’t help checking myself out in the full-length mirror. I have to say; for being a mother of a twenty-two-year-old college grad, I looked damn good. Since joining the lifestyle, I decided I needed to work out more. I was always in decent shape, mostly thanks to good genes, but once we joined the scene, I worked my ass off to get more toned. Now at 52, I’m in the best shape I’ve been in since college.
While you could wear whatever you wanted most nights, tonight’s theme was see-through. Earlier in the week, I went to the specialty lingerie store and picked up a black mesh body stocking that was crotchless. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, and I absolutely liked it that way.
When I found John at the bar, he was already chatting it up with a couple we had met at the club several times before. Michelle was a striking red-headed woman, and Mike was her very handsome husband. They were both in their early thirties, but our age didn’t seem to matter to them. We had never hooked up before, but the way Michelle was flirting with John, I had a feeling that would change tonight.
Mike was dressed in a nice button-down shirt, jeans, and dress shoes. He looked nice, but it was his wife I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She wore a sheer, long sleeve black mini dress with a pair of black over-the-knee socks. The dress barely covered her ass, and the black color perfectly contrasted with her naturally pale skin. While her chest wasn’t huge, her nipples poked through her dress, begging to be played with.
Ever since joining the lifestyle, I have embraced my bi side. Seeing Michelle tonight made me want to explore that side of me even more. She looked good enough to eat, and I hoped I would get to eat her pussy tonight.
“Care to dance?” I asked as I took her hand, leading her to the small dance floor.
As Michelle and I danced together, I couldn’t help but be struck by her grace and fluidity. She moved with such ease, her body flowing effortlessly to the beat of the music. Her red hair swayed as she danced, accenting the fluid movements of her body.
The longer we danced, the more I became aware of every inch of Michelle’s body against mine. Her soft curves were pressed against me, and I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of her dress. Her perfume was intoxicating, and I found myself wanting to hold her even closer.
Her sweat caused her nipples to cling to the barely there fabric of her dress. The sight only added to her allure, and I became more aroused with every passing moment. I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her even closer, and she responded by grinding her hips against mine.
My wet bare pussy ground against her soft thighs as we moved to the music. I ran my hands up her body until I reached her perky breasts. Her tiny breasts fit perfectly in my hands. I slipped her nipples between my manicured fingers, teasing this beautiful goddess in front of me. I wanted her to want me, to need me, and I planned on having her between my legs very soon.
Our bodies moved together like a symphony, and I was lost in the rhythm of the dance. Michelle’s breath was hot on my neck, and I could feel the softness of her lips as she whispered, “Jan, I want you.” My heart skipped a beat, knowing I had her just where I wanted her.
We continued to dance, our bodies entwined, and I was struck by how natural and effortless it felt. Our movements became more intimate, and I could feel the tension building between us. As the song ended, we held each other tightly, both reluctant to let go.
We finally pulled away from each other, both of us breathing heavily. Michelle’s eyes were filled with desire, and I could see the longing in her expression. I took her hand and led her off the dance floor.
Michelle and I made our way to a corner of the room, and I took her in my arms. Our lips met, passionately kissing each other. We were both lost in the moment. Michelle’s hand slid between my legs, pushing them apart. I knew what she wanted and gave her free access to my exposed pussy. Her soft fingers teased my inner thighs as I felt my pussy quiver in anticipation. Michelle’s fingers slid between my labia, causing me to moan in delight. Her now wet fingers explored my pussy, moving her fingers up and down, coating her digit. Michelle’s slick finger slipped inside my drenched pussy, as she slowly began to fuck me. With every thrust of her fingers, she ground her palm into my clit, causing me to cry out uncontrollably.
As much as I enjoyed Michelle’s finger fucking, I wanted to feel her wet cunt. I lifted the hem of her dress and moved aside the drenched crotch of her black G-string. Michelle leaned into me as my fingers crept ever closer to her cunt.
“Please!” Michelle begged in whispered tones.
I knew what she needed, and I didn’t hold back. As I slid two fingers into her cunt, I used my other hand to rub her clit. Michelle kissed me hard, her tongue massaging mine, as she moaned breathlessly into my mouth. If it weren’t for the loud music, the sloshing of our wet pussies would fill the room.
John and Mike stood and watched as Michelle and I fucked each others’ fingers in the crowded lounge. Knowing that my husband was watching me with another man’s wife was a huge turn-on.
The look on Mike and John’s faces showed how turned on they were by the very public finger fucking.
“Let’s go find a room,” John said as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from Michelle. My fingers were drenched in her juices, and they shimmered from the strobe lights that flashed in the room. To put it mildly, my fingers looked delicious, and I knew exactly what John wanted me to do with them.
“Lick my fingers clean,” I instructed John.
John’s face lit up as my fingers slipped past his lips. The tangy taste of Michelle’s pussy covered his tongue as he licked every inch of my pussy juice covered fingers clean. Watching my husband suck off the pussy juices of another woman made me lust for him. I brought my hand to the front of John’s trousers and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. I could feel his pre-cum seeping into his boxers. It was clear my husband needed to cum, and I couldn’t wait to see Michelle ride his thick cock.
Michelle licked her fingers clean of my wetness before she grabbed my hand, leading me to the first open playroom we could find.
While it wasn’t one of the bigger rooms, it was big enough for the four of us.
“I need you,” I loudly purred as I steered Michelle to the bed, getting on top of her.
The warmth of her smooth lips met mine as we greedily kissed each other. Michelle’s tongue massaged my lips, begging to be invited in, and I didn’t make her wait. My tongue met Michelle’s as our breasts pressed against each other. Michelle’s hard nipples felt wonderful on my chest as I held her close.
Michelle pressed her G-string-covered pussy into my thigh. The warmth and wetness of her pussy ground into me as she tried to get herself off. I could tell that she needed to cum, and I was all too happy to oblige.
I kissed my way down to her chest, making my way to her succulent breasts. I kissed around her flesh, teasing her. I licked a nipple with the flat of my tongue before sensually blowing warm air on it. The nipple grew tauter and harder before my eyes, enticing me to suck on it. I ran my tongue around her nipple and gently sucked it into my warm mouth. My tongue continued to circle Michelle’s sensitive nipple as my hand teased the underside of her other breast.
“Yes, Jan!” Michelle moaned, and I knew I had her where I wanted her.
I moved my way down her body, looked her straight in her blue eyes, and slid off her absolutely drenched G-string. I took a moment and stared at her engorged pussy lips as they shone in the light. I ran my tongue between her wet lips, tasting her juices for the first time. I loved the taste of pussy, and Michelle’s was like no other. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I lapped up as much of her wetness as I could before moving up to her clit.
Michelle was humping my face as her body begged for more attention. I simultaneously sucked Michelle’s clit into my mouth while gently pushing two fingers deep into her wet cunt. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, sucking them in as I made circles on her sensitive clit with my tongue.
“Right there! Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” Michelle screamed at the top of her lungs.
A gush of pussy juice shot onto my face as Michelle squirted. It was the first time I had ever been with a woman who squirted when they came, and I did my best to lap up as much of her cum as I could. I could tell she had enough, so I stood up and seductively walked over to Mike and kissed him.
Mike didn’t hesitate to meet my kiss. My lips and tongue were covered in his wife’s pussy juices, and he gladly licked them off.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw that John had already taken off his pants and was now naked.
Michelle looked at John with a huge grin, “Please fuck me, John. Your wife warmed me up, but now I need that thick cock inside of me.”
I gave John the go-ahead nod, and he moved between her legs. I joined him on the bed, grabbed his dick, and ran it up and down Michelle’s labia. I guided his thick cock into Michelle’s tight pussy. Helping my husband enter another woman’s pussy was one of the most erotic parts of swapping.
I watched with eager eyes as I saw Michelle adjust to his girth. Once she gave John the go-ahead to fuck her, I grabbed Mike by the waist and brought his cock to my mouth.
Mike’s cock was dripping as I licked his head. His pre-cum was salty, and his cock yearned for my touch. I brought his dick deep down my throat before running my tongue on the underside of his cock.
“Ugh,” Mike groaned, indicating that he liked what I was doing.
Mike ran his hands through my hair as I continued to bob up and down on his meat. I knew if I kept going, I would quickly be greeted with a mouth full of cum. Normally, I love swallowing cum, but right now, I needed to fuck.
“Lay on the bed,” I commanded Mike.
Mike quickly obliged. The moment he was on the bed, I mounted him and slammed his whole cock deep inside me.
“God, I needed that,” I moaned.
Michelle, John, and Mike couldn’t help but laugh at my sudden outburst. I meant business, though. I placed my hands on Mike’s chest to brace myself and began rocking up and down on his hard cock. He met my thrust, grinding his public bone in circular motions on my clit. Mike was a good fuck and clearly knew what he was doing.
I dug my nails into Mike’s chest, “Just like that,” I told him.
As Mike and I continued to fuck, I watched John fuck Michelle. The perspiration on her body had built up, and there was a heavy sheen of sweat on her chest. Michelle’s face was flushed with arousal, clearly seen due to her pale skin. She looked like a red-headed sex goddess.
I bent over and kissed her as her husband continued to fuck me, and my husband continued to thrust his cock into her. I placed my hands on her breasts, holding myself up as her husband fucked me harder. I pulled and teased her nipples as we continued to moan into each other’s mouths.
“Fuck me from behind, please,” I asked Mike.
Mike grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. His cock stretched my pussy as he almost entirely pulled out before pushing back in. The sensation of his cock stretching me over and over left me panting in anticipation. Mike then took my hands, and we found a rhythm of pushing and pulling each other as we fucked.
“I’m so close,” Michelle moaned as John continued to fuck her.
I reached my hand out and found her clit. I rubbed her clit, as John continued to methodically slam his dick into her.
The sensation of having her clit rub was too much for her because I soon felt a gush of fluid cover my fingers.
“Oh my god, stop,” Michelle panted, and I moved my fingers away.
John pumped harder into Michelle, and I could tell he was close.
“Cum in her, John. Cum for me, baby,” I encouraged him.
John’s groans sent me over the edge, and a wave of ecstasy washed over my body.
Mike’s strong hands gripped my hips harder as he pushed deeper into me.
“Do it. Fuck me, Mike. Fuck my slutty pussy in front of your sexy wife. I want you to cum deep inside me. I need to feel your cock spasm for me, Mike,” I yelled, trying to help him along.
Mike collapsed on top of me as he pushed his cock deep inside me; his cock came over and over in my pussy.
I slid out from under him, got on my knees, and cleaned his cock off with my mouth. I took the head of his cock, and I sucked off as much of his cum as I could.
Michelle saw what I was doing and joined me on the floor between his legs. The two of us took turns taking Mike in our mouths and cleaning him off. Michelle and I kissed, sharing her husband’s cum between us; the perfect ending to swapping activity.
“That was phenomenal. We need to do that again. I’m parched. John, I’m going to get some water. Meet me out front,” I said, giving goodbye hugs to everyone.
As I headed back to the bar, I heard a familiar woman’s voice that I couldn’t place for some reason. I walked by the various playrooms while still trying to identify the voice. The idea of bumping into someone from my “regular” life here made me nervous.
“Yes, Daddy fuck me harder,” The voice yelled.
“Push my face into Mommy’s pussy. I know how much you love when I eat her out while you fuck me,” the voice begged.
I suddenly realized whose voice I was hearing. I couldn’t believe it. It just didn’t make sense, especially with what she was saying. My head was spinning.
I approached the playroom in question and saw the door was open, indicating they wanted people to watch the action.
The first person I saw was the “mother” in this dirty role-play. She was around my age, with dark hair and a slim figure. I will admit she was very attractive.
“Eat my pussy, baby girl. Mommy is going to cum!” She yelled.
The “mother” soon let out a loud moan, and it was clear she had just come all over the young blonde’s face.
As the blonde pulled away, my suspicions were confirmed. It was my daughter, Cassie, who I had just watched eat out this older hottie.
My daughter’s eyes met mine as I watched her lick off the pussy juices around her lips. I expected that she would jump away in shock at the sight of me, but instead, she pushed her hips back harder into her “father’s” cock.
“Cum for me, Daddy. Please fuck me harder,” Cassie moaned.
Her “Daddy” began pumping hard as I watched her “Mommy” start to rub Cassie’s clit with her fingers.
My daughter’s moans filled my ears as she came all over this strange man’s cock. “Daddy,” suddenly groaned as he filled his condom inside my daughter’s needy cunt before carefully pulling out.
Cassie got up from the bed, still naked as the day she was born, ran over, and hugged me.
“Jan!” Cassie yelled as she approached me.
My daughter never called me by my first name, but it was clear she didn’t want her “parents” to know who I was.
Cassie’s naked body melted into my barely-covered flesh. Her hard nipples brushed mine, and the wetness between her legs rubbed onto my thighs. Cassie gave me a soft, gentle kiss on my cheek before introducing me to her friends.
“Jan, this is Stan and Carol. I have known Jan since childhood. She practically raised me,” Cassie coyly said.
I couldn’t get over my daughter’s brazenness. She didn’t seem to feel an ounce of shame about being caught role-playing at a swingers club by her Mom.
“Nice to meet you. Cassie, that was phenomenal. I’m glad we finally found time to make it happen. We will have to do it again,” Carol said as she hugged my daughter and left the room with her husband.
I stood there taking in my daughter’s naked flesh. Cassie’s full perky tits glistened from the sweat covering her entire body. As I made my way down her body, I was in awe of her slim stomach that led into her wide hips, giving her an hourglass shape. Her legs were toned and tanned from running.
I couldn’t believe how hot my daughter looked. I was shocked by how turned on I was staring at her. I stood there stunned until a firm hand on my shoulder woke me from my shock.
“Oh, there you are,” John exclaimed.
“John, look who I just bumped into,” I said.
“John!” Cassie excitedly said as she gave her father the same greeting she gave me.
John didn’t move. His sweaty, naked daughter just hugged him as if it was nothing.
“Well, aren’t you going to say something?” Cassie asked.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” John asked with concern in his voice.
We had no idea our daughter was part of the lifestyle. I had so many questions racing through my head.
“I came with Stan and Carol. We had been chatting for a few weeks, and we thought it would be fun to come to meet here,” Cassie nonchalantly said.
As we spoke, I noticed Cassie’s left hand was between her legs, massaging her wet, freshly fucked cunt. Her eyes met mine as she continued to run her fingers, between her wet lips, before making her way to her clit. Her mouth opened slightly as she gently massaged her clit, her eyes never leaving mine. Cassie trailed her stomach with her other hand as she made her way to her tits. I watched as she pulled and twisted her right nipple, her mouth opening with a low moan escaping.
The speed of her fingers on her clit increased as she continued to play with her sensitive nipples.
I didn’t know what to do. John and I just stood there motionless as our twenty-two-year-old daughter fucked herself in front of us.
“Oh, Mommy, Daddy, I’m going to cum!” Cassie moaned as we watched, flabbergasted.
I knew we should be admonishing her for her lewd behavior, but John and I just stood there watching this debaucherous performance.
“Wow! That was incredible, even better than being fucked by Stan and Carol. I guess the real thing is better,” she laughed.
Cassie quickly got dressed, slipping her sheer black mini-dress on. The dress looked incredible on her. It hugged her every contour and accentuated her heaving breasts. The dress elongated her legs, making them look like they went on forever. In some ways seeing my daughter clothed in such a revealing outfit was even more erotic than seeing her naked. My daughter was a knockout.
“Baby, we should talk,” I said while taking her hand.
John, Cassie, and I grabbed some drinks from the bar before finding a table in the corner of the room.
I knew Cassie was a sexual creature. Sex was always something we were very open about in our house. John and I never hid our sex life from her, thinking it was important for her to understand that we were actual adults and not just her parents. Was this our fault? Did we somehow unexpectedly seduce her?
“Cassie, what are you doing here?” John asked again.
“Like Mom saw, Stan, Carol, and I have been roleplaying together here and there. I met them here a few months ago, and we thought it would be fun to role-play in public while people watched. I didn’t expect the two of you to be here, but once I saw Mom, I was more turned on than I have ever been before,” Cassie explained.
I took Cassie’s hand in mine as I calmly tried talking some sense into her, “baby, it is one thing to role-play, but what you just did, was….” I paused while trying to find the right words.
“Hot! It was hot, Mom, and I don’t regret it one bit,” Cassie interjected.
I swallowed as I listened to her words. John’s hand sat on my thigh, trying to brace me, but nothing could prepare me for this conversation. I had to admit to myself that watching Cassie fuck and then play with herself turned me on way more than it should have.
“Yes, I’ll admit it was hot,” I said.
“Jan!” John yelped, giving me a bit of a side-eye.
“What? I would be lying if I said otherwise, but just because it was arousing doesn’t mean it was okay,” I pushed back.
“How long have you been involved in swinging?” John asked, trying to move on from talking about how aroused we were watching her masturbate for us.
“About two years. Do you remember Amy, my sophomore-year roommate? Well, we had been lovers for a few months and wanted to try something new. We found a swingers party near campus and before we knew it we became regulars in the scene. As you could imagine, two hot bisexual college girls were a big hit with everyone,” Cassie explained.
As Cassie talked, I couldn’t help but picture her with her old roommate. Amy was a petite brunette, who was in incredible shape. I always had a feeling that something happened between them, but I had no idea that they were part of the lifestyle.
“I like your bodystocking,” Cassie seductively said while licking her lips.
My daughter was flirting with me, her mother! I felt her foot rub my leg, moving closer to my crotch. I didn’t want to bat it away, but I worried John would notice what was happening. I didn’t know what to do.
The longer this went on, the more turned on I got.
“Um, so do you come here often? We have never seen you here before,” I asked, trying to distract myself from the throbbing in my pussy.
I couldn’t believe my daughter was actively trying to seduce me. It was one thing to role-play, but this was real. Cassie was acting like a person possessed. Yes, she was sexually open. We raised her to be sex-positive and that it was okay to experiment if she felt comfortable, but that was supposed to be with other people, not with John and me.
“I was here for the first time a couple of weeks ago. Stan and Carol invited me. Amy and I used to visit a club near our college. Nothing as nice as this, but it got the job done,” Cassie explained while winking at her Dad.
“Oh!” I yelped as Cassie’s foot brushed up against my soaked pussy.
My daughter rubbed her foot against my needy cunt, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. I did my best to cover up my reactions, but Cassie’s teases were starting to be too much.
I needed to get away before I came all over my daughter’s toes.
“Ugh, I have to use the bathroom,” I uttered while quickly standing up.
John looked shocked by my sudden pronouncement, but I couldn’t explain my desperate need to escape.
Thankfully the bathroom was empty when I got there. I needed a moment to myself to gather my thoughts. This was all too much; it was hard to believe it was real.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how flushed my face was from arousal. Cassie’s ministrations got me worked up. I felt conflicted admitting how badly I wanted her to continue. This was the girl I raised, yet I couldn’t help but be pulled in by the sexy nymph in front of me.
As I wrestled with these thoughts, I heard the door spring open.
“Hi, Mom,” Cassie said as she walked in.
“Baby, what you were doing back there wasn’t appropriate,” I explained as I watched her walk towards me.
Cassie pushed her body into mine until I was up against the bathroom wall. All I saw when I looked at Cassie was unadulterated lust. I froze, uncertain what I should do.
Cassie kissed me. Her lips were soft, and the scent of sex wafted off of her body. Cassie’s breasts pressed into mine and I could feel her hard, taut nipples rub against my own. My mind screamed at me to stay calm and to not join her in her lustful ambitions, but my body had other ideas.
I ran my hands through Cassie’s disheveled hair before returning her kiss. This was no motherly kiss. All my pent-up sexual desire exploded out of my lips. Cassie slid her tongue into my mouth as our bodies pushed into each other. Cassie pushed her knee into my crotch, grounding it against my needy cunt. I moaned into her mouth as our kiss intensified.
Cassie ran her hands all over my body before slipping her right hand between my legs. I knew I should resist, but I had no more fight in me. I wanted this just as much as she did.
I pressed my groin against her hand as she massaged my cunt. I knew I shouldn’t, but I needed to cum.
“Make Mommy cum, Cassie,” I begged.
I was experiencing an out-of-body moment. My mind screamed about how wrong this was, yet all I wanted was for Cassie to eat me out.
Cassie slinked down my body, her hand brushing my skin through my sheer bodystocking before arriving at my exposed crotch.
Cassie lifted my right leg over her shoulder as I placed my hands on her head to balance myself.
“I’m about to eat the pussy that brought me into this world,” I heard Cassie whisper to herself before taking the first lick of my drenched cunt.
Feeling my daughter’s tongue on my pussy sent me into a tizzy.
“Oh god, Cassie. Eat Mommy’s pussy. Lick up all my juices. That feels so good,” I moaned.
Cassie’s tongue deliberately moved up and down my pussy lips, gently flicking my clit with every pass. It was clear that Cassie had a lot of experience with women and had me moaning with delight.
Cassie’s slim fingers soon joined her tongue. Two fingers massaged my cunt as they moved in and out of me. This wasn’t simple pumping of her fingers. Cassie massaged my G-spot in a way no other lover had.
It was becoming increasingly harder to balance as orgasm approached. I gripped Cassie’s head tighter. Cassie’s tongue drew circles around my clit as she sucked it between her lips. It was all too much for me.
“Cassie!” I yelled as I came all over my daughter’s face.
Moments later, Cassie stood before me and kissed me passionately on my lips. Cassie tasted like my pussy, and I couldn’t believe I was kissing my daughter with my wetness all over her face.
“I’ll see you back at the table,” Cassie said as she turned towards the door, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
And then she was gone. I quickly straightened my clothing and headed back to the lounge.
“Everything okay?” John inquired.
“Just needed the bathroom,” I lied.
“Listen, I know we have a lot to talk about. Would it be okay if we did it another time, though?” Cassie innocently asked.
“Sure,” John and I responded in unison.
Cassie hugged us both goodbye, and we left the club soon after.
John and I spent the rest of the night in shock. I tossed and turned as I attempted to fall asleep.
After last night I needed to clear my mind, so I spent my afternoon lounging in the sun and working on my tan. John was out golfing with friends, so I had the whole house to myself.
I walked outside and felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. It was a beautiful day with a clear blue sky and a gentle breeze. I set my towel on my favorite spot on the lawn and laid out in the sun.
I always preferred to suntan nude to avoid any tan lines, and the weather was perfect for it. I grabbed my sunscreen bottle and began applying it generously to my exposed skin. I took my time as I worked the lotion into every inch of my flesh. The rhythm of my movements were slow and steady, each touch sending a ripple of pleasure through my body.
I rubbed the lotion in, feeling its silky texture on my skin. My fingers glided over my body, spreading the protective cream evenly. Putting on the sunscreen stopped being about guarding myself against the sun and more about enjoying the sensation of rubbing my slick hands over my body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, relishing the moment.
Sweat began to bead along my slick, lotion-covered skin. As I ran my hands over my curves, my mind drifted to the previous night’s events. Thoughts of Cassie playing with herself in front of John and me filled me with desire. She was not just playing with herself but putting on a show for us. She wanted us to see her cum, and cum she did while looking me straight in the eyes.
Between my nasty thoughts about Cassie and the heat of the sun, I couldn’t help but explore my figure. I squeezed some more lotion into my hands and slowly worked the sunscreen into the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I always loved breast play, and the cream on my tits was sending my libido into overdrive.
I tweaked and pulled at my taut nipples, causing myself to moan.
“Oh, Cassie, play with Mommy’s tits,” I growled.
As I continued playing with my sweaty body, I imagined that it was my daughter’s hands teasing me. I envisioned Cassie’s lotion-covered fingers grazing my stomach and playing with the tits that she once drank from.
My hands worked their way to my thighs as I massaged the lotion into my toned legs. My pussy yearned for attention, but I wanted to tease myself a little more.
I let the back of my hand gently bump into my clit before gingerly brushing my nails across my stomach and up to my breasts. I caressed my collarbone before carefully wrapping my fingers around my neck, choking myself as I pulled my nipples hard. The rough play caused my body to shiver in anticipation of what was to come.
My heart was pounding, and my breathing was short. I couldn’t hold off anymore. I slipped two fingers into my mouth, lubricating them, getting them ready to play with my soaked pussy. I rubbed my fingers between my slick folds before bringing them to my clit. I gently massaged my clit, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter.
Thoughts of Cassie licking my pussy flooded my mind as my fingers increased their speed.
“Lick Mommy’s pussy, baby. Cassie, I need to cum,” I whimpered.
The thought of her blonde hair poking between my thighs was too much to handle, and my body exploded, releasing all my built-up tension. The sensation was electric, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over me. I took my time, savoring every moment and feeling completely immersed in my climax.
As I lay there, coming down from my orgasm, my phone rang, jolting me back to reality. I was shocked to see it was Cassie. I assumed she wanted time to process things before reaching out.
“Hi, honey,” I answered.
“Mom, I feel like we should talk. Would it be okay if I came over for dinner tonight?” She asked.
I paused, thinking about what it would be like to see her.
“Of course, Cas. Come around 7:30. We can order some food,” I responded.
“Perfect. See you then,” Cassie said before hanging up.
I quickly texted John and let him know the plan.
“Okay. We all need to talk,” John wrote me.
I spent the rest of the day doing everything I could to distract myself. As the time got closer to Cassie’s arrival, I began getting ready. After laying out in the sun most of the afternoon, I desperately needed to shower.
As I walked into the shower, I let the warm water run over my body, washing away the tension and fatigue from last night. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the heat of the water seep into my skin and soothe my muscles.
Water running over my body always felt sensual to me. There was something about showering that felt intimate. It was my time to explore and get to know every inch of my body.
The warm water felt like a caress on my skin, and the soap felt like a soft embrace. I ran my hands over my curves, feeling the contours of my body and relishing in the feeling of my touch.
I found myself getting more and more turned on, and I couldn’t resist exploring my own body a little further. I let my hands wander, trailing over my breasts and down to my hips, feeling the excitement build within me.
I lathered the soap in my hands and took my time, exploring every inch of my skin; my body becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment. Despite having just cum a few hours ago, I knew if I didn’t stop, I wouldn’t be able to prevent myself from cumming again.
A part of me knew that something might happen tonight, and I wanted to be prepared. I fought the urge to indulge in my body once again and decided to focus on preparing for tonight. I washed my long brown hair before shaving every inch of hair on my body.
I put on some understated makeup, giving me a natural look. I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that I was getting dressed up for Cassie, but I couldn’t fight that I craved her attention. I wanted her to see my body and need to hold herself back from jumping my bones.
I walked through my large closet until I came across my athleisure shelf. I grabbed my newest Lululemon leggings, which perfectly showed off my tight ass. I had caught John checking me out in them many times before, so I knew they would have the desired effect.
I finished the look with a cropped sweatshirt that showed a little underboob when I lifted my arms. It was a younger look, but John had seen me wearing the shirt around the house a few times, so I didn’t believe he would think anything of it.
“Hi, Mom, Dad. I’m home,” Cassie yelled as she walked through the door.
I ran downstairs when I heard Cassie come in. “I’m so glad you came, baby. It means a lot to us that you reached out,” I said, hugging her.
“I brought some wine,” Cassie announced as she passed it to John.
“Hey, honey,” John said cautiously.
It was clear that John was still unsure how to deal with what happened last night.
“How’d your golf game go today, Dad?” Cassie asked, trying to break the ice.
“It was fine. Something about my stroke felt off. Probably wasn’t the best idea to play hung-over,” John laughed.
The laughter helped ease the simmering tension in the room.
“Let’s figure out dinner. I’m starving! Does Italian sound good to everyone?” I wondered.
“Sounds great, Mom,” Cassie replied as she plopped herself on the couch.
For the next 30 minutes, Cassie, John, and I talked as if last night hadn’t occurred. Cassie acted like the fun-loving, innocent girl that John and I always knew. It was nice having family time together.
“Well, I’m going to shower quickly before the food arrives. Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to clean up before you got here, Cassie,” John said as he headed upstairs.
“No worries, Dad. It will give Mom and me a chance to catch up,” Cassie remarked.
Looking at Cassie, I couldn’t help but take in her beauty. Her piercing blue eyes looked right through me as I checked out her sexy body. Cassie’s blonde hair was slicked back in a ponytail, allowing me to take in her perfect features.
Cassie wore a basic cropped tee and a pair of low-rise jeans. The combination showed off her hourglass figure perfectly. Her lips shined from whatever gloss she wore, making her look extremely kissable.
For a brief moment, the two of us looked at each other, waiting to see who would speak first.
“You look beautiful tonight, Cassie,” I remarked, hoping it would start a conversation.
“Oh, thanks. You looked pretty hot too. There aren’t a lot of mothers who could pull off that look,” Cassie responded.
I wanted Cassie to notice my outfit, but now that she had, I felt conflicted about what to do. While we had already played with each other at the club, here we were in my house, the house I raised her in. Was I going to continue this incestuous affair?
“Last night was extraordinary, Mom. I probably shouldn’t say this, but I really enjoyed kissing you,” Cassie blurted out.
My face turned red as I listened to my daughter’s compliment.
“I enjoyed eating your pussy, even more, and I can’t wait to do it again tonight,” Cassie seductively said.
Gone was the innocent woman who was here a few moments ago. The woman in front of me now was the same as the one I fucked in the bathroom in the club.
“Cassie,” I whispered, unsure what to say.
I had come into this night expecting to be the seductress, but I quickly felt submissive to my daughter’s wants and needs.
“I know you want this. I could tell just by how you were looking at me. Will you help me fuck Daddy? I bet you would love to see Daddy’s cock deep inside me,” Cassie tantalizingly asked.
It took all my strength not to get on my knees before Cassie and submit myself to her.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked Cassie, as it seemed like she already had a plan.
“After dinner, I want you to excuse yourself to your room. While you do that, I will say I need to use the restroom, and I will meet you there. We will undress and come back downstairs,” Cassie explained as I listened with bated breath.
“Isn’t that a bit aggressive,” I worried.
“He won’t know what to do. I am sure he will be demure and ask what is going on. I want you to tell him about what happened in the bathroom at the club; explain to him how it is all you have been able to think about all day. Share with him how badly you need to feel my lips on your body again and how much you want to see him with me,” Cassie confidently spelled out.
I sat there in complete awe of my daughter. I was transfixed by her every word and wanted to do everything I could to please her. It was not in my nature to be submissive, especially not when it came to sex, but I wanted to gratify Cassie’s every desire.
The doorbell rang, giving me a moment to recoup myself. I answered the door and brought the food to the kitchen. I leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to regain a sense of equilibrium.
I took several deep breaths before whispering, “I am going to help my daughter seduce her father tonight!”
John soon came down, and we enjoyed our meal.
“So, did I miss any interesting conversations while upstairs?” John asked.
“Nothing exciting,” Cassie answered.
“Do you think we should talk about last night?” John wondered.
“Can we wait until after dinner? I want to enjoy the meal,” I pushed back.
The rest of the meal was rife with sexual tension. While the three of us tried to maintain a normal conversation, it was clear all we were thinking about was sex.
“I’m going to go upstairs for a few minutes, John. Could you clean up dinner?” I requested.
“Of course. Care to help me, Cas?” John asked.
“Um, I have to go use the bathroom. Sorry, Dad,” Cassie lied.
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll do it myself,” John chuckled.
Cassie and I made our way upstairs.
I stood in my room for a few moments, shaking uncontrollably. I took a few deep breaths and reminded myself how badly I wanted this, despite how nervous I felt.
The door opened, and I soon felt a warm breath on my neck. Cassie ran her tongue down my neck while leaving little loving kisses.
“Oh, Cassie,” I purred.
Cassie didn’t waste any time. She reached her hands under the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. Cassie’s small hands cupped my heaving breasts as she began to kiss her way down to the small of my back.
“That feels so good, Cassie,” I said, encouraging her.
Cassie quickly pulled my leggings down to the ground as I stepped out of them. Cassie ran her hand up my inner leg towards my crotch. My heart was beating out of my chest as I was uncertain what Cassie was about to do. Cassie’s fingers slid through my wet, engorged labia before continuing their way up my body. Even the slightest touch of my daughter’s fingers on my pussy brought me to the edge of orgasm.
I soon felt Cassie’s naked breasts press into my back as she turned me around and kissed me. Cassie’s tongue traced my outer lips before she nibbled on them. We passionately kissed as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was about to help my daughter seduce her father.
“Let’s go have some fun,” Cassie said as she took my hand and led me downstairs.
The two of us stood naked at the living room entrance. My heart was pumping, and my face was flushed with arousal. I was beyond excited but extremely nervous about John’s reaction.
“I think it is time we had that talk, Daddy,” Cassie seductively said.
Every inch of Cassie dripped with sensuality as she stood naked in the doorway. John stared at Cassie and me, unsure what to say or do.
I could see the conflict in his eyes as he looked at me for support. I sat next to him, put my hand on his leg, and told him to “just go with it.”
“Cassie cornered me in the bathroom last night and ate my pussy, John. It was amazing. Our daughter has one talented tongue. Now she wants to show you how much she loves you. Let her,” I continued as I rubbed his cock over his pants.
John looked confused, uncertain about what was happening. I knew how he felt. I felt the same way when Cassie pushed me against the wall the previous night. He is filled with lust, yet his fatherly instincts tell him it is wrong and immoral.
I unbuckled John’s pants and released his hard cock. It sprung to life in front of Cassie and me. Cassie knelt on the floor, never losing eye contact with her father. She pulled his pants down around his ankles as she leaned closer to John’s crotch.
“Please, Daddy,” Cassie moaned as she ran her tongue on the underside of her father’s cock.
John sunk into the couch as he embraced his daughter’s touch. He ran his hands through her blonde hair as he pulled her closer.
“Cassie!” John growled.
Cassie twirled her tongue around her father’s cock head, teasing him. I watched as John’s thick cock twitched with every touch of his daughter’s tongue.
Pre-cum began to drip out of the tip of my husband’s dick. All I wanted to do was to join my daughter between John’s legs, but I knew it was important for them to have this moment together.
I spread my legs and began rubbing my clit as I watched Cassie take her father’s cock into her mouth for the first time.
“Yes,” John said, barely able to talk.
John looked like he was in heaven. His eyes closed as he began to fuck his daughter’s mouth.
“Open your eyes, John. I want you to watch your daughter as she takes your thick hard cock down her throat.” I instructed John.
John’s eyes met Cassie’s as she alternated between twirling her tongue around his glistening cock and bringing his cock deeper and deeper down her throat.
Every time I thought my daughter would gag on her father’s cock, I was amazed by how much further she could go. Cassie was quite the slut. I couldn’t wait to finally hear about her exploits and how she learned to become such a great cocksucker.
My fingers began to rub my clit ever faster as I played with my breasts.
“Cassie, I’m so close, baby,” John warned his daughter, not wanting to catch her off guard when he came.
We both expected Cassie would pull off and let him cum in her hand or on her chest or something, but Cassie did no such thing.
Cassie wrapped her fingers around her dad’s slick cock and pumped away as she sucked and licked the head of John’s dick.
Moments later, John’s body spasmed as he shot wads of cum down his daughter’s throat.
I took Cassie’s hand and pulled her on top of me.
“I want to kiss Daddy’s cum out of your mouth,” I told her.
Cassie’s cum covered tongue met mine as I sucked my husband’s salty cream out of her mouth. The naughtiness of the moment was almost too much for me, causing me to kiss Cassie passionately.
John watched in awe as his daughter and wife exchanged his cum, and made out in front of him.
Gone were any looks of doubt on his face; all that remained was a desire for Cassie and me.
“Let’s go upstairs,” John said.
Cassie and I held hands as we followed her father upstairs. John tore off his shirt as the three of us, now naked, entered our room.
“Watch, Daddy,” Cassie commanded her father.
Cassie scooted up the bed, leaned against the pillows and headboard, and spread her legs.
“I ate your pussy last night, Mommy. Now it is your turn to taste me,” Cassie grinned.
As I approached my bed, I couldn’t help but admire the sight before me. Cassie’s golden blonde hair spread across my pillow, and her sun-kissed skin glowed.
My daughter’s body was a work of art. Cassie’s full, firm breasts were topped by dusky rose color nipples that added to her allure. Her waist was narrow, and her hips were gently rounded, creating a feminine hourglass shape that was truly breathtaking. Her body called out to me, begging me to pleasure it.
I couldn’t help but feel envious of Cassie’s young tight body, but her desire for me made me feel blessed that such a beautiful young woman could want someone as old as me.
I crawled up my bed as Cassie watched my every move. The scent of her sex wafted toward me, making my mouth water. I wanted to savor this moment and took my time approaching her.
From the corner of my eye, I saw John rubbing his cock, as I approached our daughter.
“Lick her pussy, Jan. Show Cassie how big of a slut her mother is,” John encouraged me.
That was all I needed to hear. I kissed up my daughter’s thighs, nibbling at her toned legs. As I kissed up her body, I lifted my eyes towards Cassie. Cassie greeted me with a smile as she began teasing her breasts. Seeing my daughter playing with her tits as I moved closer to her glistening, spread cunt was almost too much for me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Despite wanting to make my daughter beg me to eat her, I couldn’t hold back. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her body down to my wicked tongue. I moaned as I took my first lick off Cassie’s pussy.
I lapped up my daughter’s juices as Cassie pushed her hips into my face. I slid my tongue up and down her labia taking in all of her wetness. With the tip of my tongue, I licked from the entrance of Cassie’s pussy up to her clit. With every pass, Cassie’s pussy got even wetter. My chin was covered in her wetness, indicating that I was doing something right.
“That feels so good, Mommy,” Cassie whimpered.
I blew warm breath on her clit before touching it with my tongue. Cassie’s hips bucked the moment my tongue touched her clit. I had her right where I wanted her.
Without moving, I stopped what I was doing and let my mouth hover above her clit. I looked Cassie in her eyes, and she looked overcome with desire.
“Don’t tease me, Mommy,” she begged.
I grinned as I sucked Cassie’s clit between my lips and made clockwise circles with the smooth underside of my tongue.
“Oh, just like that, Mommy. I’m so close. Don’t fucking stop!” Cassie yelled as I watched her pull hard on her swollen nipples.
Cassie grabbed my hair, pulling me into cunt as her body shook in my arms.
Moments later, Cassie pushed my face away. I climbed on top of her and wiped off the sweat that had built up on her brow from cumming so hard.
“Come here, John,” I said.
I kissed John, making sure he could taste his daughter’s cum on my tongue and lips. Cassie lay there watching her parents share her wetness with a glint in her eyes.
Cassie reached out her hand and wrapped it around her father’s hardness.
“Daddy, I need you inside me,” Cassie said with an air of innocence. Yet there was nothing innocent about what she was about to do.
We made room for John on the bed as he got between his daughter’s legs.
“Let me help you,” I said as I grabbed John’s cock and rubbed it up and down Cassie’s dripping wet cunt.
“Put Daddy’s cock inside me, Mommy. I need it,” Cassie pleaded with great hunger.
John slowly moved his manhood in and out of Cassie as she met his every thrust. John and Cassie kissed passionately, nibbling at each other’s lips as they found a rhythm to their fucking.
I stood behind them as I watched my husband slide his cock in and out of his daughter. I rubbed Cassie’s back with one hand and massaged John’s balls with my other.
John nestled his head into our daughter’s neck. Their careful rhythmic movements made me realize that I wasn’t watching a father and a daughter fuck, but truly make love.
I moved up to the head of the bed and ran my hands through Cassie’s disheveled beach blonde hair.
“I love you, Cassie,” I warmly whispered into her ear as I pulled her in for a kiss.
Cassie eagerly met my kiss as she ground her hips into her father.
I could feel Cassie moan into my mouth as her father pumped into her, stretching her hot cunt.
Our bedroom reeked of sex, and I loved it. I soon felt Cassie’s hand reaching for me, and I realized that she wanted to play with my pussy as she fucked her father.
I helped Cassie find her intended target. I was overwhelmed with emotion as Cassie slid a finger inside me. My eyes teared up, knowing that it was important to Cassie that she included me in her and her father’s lovemaking.
Cassie vigorously fingered my soaked cunt, matching the pace of her father’s thrusts.
Cassie wrapped her legs around John, pushing him into her deeper.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy,” she moaned.
I watched as John pulled his cock almost all the way out of his daughter before slamming it hard into her.
“Just like that. Fuck me while I finger Mommy’s slutty cunt. Doesn’t she look so hot with my fingers inside her, Daddy,” Cassie grunted, overcome with lust.
The wet slap of John’s cock banging into Cassie’s eager pussy, made me burn with desire.
“I want to see you ride, Daddy,” I suddenly screamed.
John and Cassie laughed at my abrupt announcement but quickly changed positions. Cassie mounted her father as I grabbed his shimmering, pussy juice-covered cock, and brought it into my mouth. John’s cock quivered as I licked off his daughter’s cum.
I held John’s cock as I watched Cassie lower herself onto him. The two of them groaned in delight as Cassie rode up and down on his hardness. I moved behind Cassie, pressing my tits into her back as I slid her nipples between my slim fingers. Her breasts overflowed out of my hands as I pressed my palm into her bosom.
“Sit on Daddy’s face,” Cassie barked.
Without hesitation, I acquiesced to my daughter’s orders.
I squatted over my husband’s face and leaned forward, bracing myself on his chest.
“Lick my pussy, John. Make our daughter happy,” I howled.
John’s tongue slid across my wet lips as Cassie leaned over and kissed me. I couldn’t believe I was, being eaten out by my husband while he fucked our daughter.
Cassie’s body was covered in a thick sheen of sweat as she rolled her hips back and forth on her father’s engorged sex.
Cassie leaned back and held onto her father’s legs as she met her father’s thrusts. I took in Cassie’s sweaty body and yearned to help her cum. I reached forward and rubbed Cassie’s clit as she pushed herself forward and backward on her father’s cock.
“That feels good, Mommy, Daddy. Don’t stop!” Cassie pleaded.
Cassie and John’s hips moved as one as I continued to rub her sensitive button. Cassie’s body trembled as I watched her chest become flushed.
“Oh, god, I’m cumming all over my Daddy’s dick,” Cassie moaned as she continued to ride her father through her orgasm.
John’s tongue continued to lap away at my cunt, as I ground my clit into his chin. Between my husband’s attention and Cassie’s loud guttural moans, I was on the verge of cumming too.
“Don’t stop, John. Lick my pussy as you fuck your slutty daughter. We raised our own little slut. Fuck her. I want you to cum deep inside her, so I can lick her clean of your cream,” I cried out as I came all over my husband’s face.
John shoved his cock deep into Cassie before letting out a deep growl. His body shook as he released all of his seed into his daughter’s young fertile body.
“Lay on your back, Cassie,” I ordered.
Cassie and I dismounted John, and I got between her legs. John’s cream began seeping out of Cassie’s gaping pussy. I grabbed her hips and licked up as much of my husband’s cum as I could. I had never seen anything hotter than my daughter full of her father’s spunk.
Licking Cassie clean was by far the more erotic thing I had ever done. The taste of my husband’s cum in my daughter was more than I could have ever hoped for. With a face full of pussy juice and semen, I pulled Cassie and John in for a three-way kiss before the three of us fell back on the pillow, panting.
“I wonder what it will be like to do this at the club?” Cassie mused as we lay on the bed, catching our breath.
