“Oh my god,” Hannah cried as her father’s penis slid halfway inside her. She pushed her hand up to his chest, fingers digging into his chest hair and feeling the muscles beneath. It made her quiver, groan, and gush as she adjusted to his girth.
He retracted, letting the ridge of his crown stay just within her lips, then he pushed forward again. Then again, and again, driving slowly but surely deeper inside his daughter until his groin bottomed out against her clit.
Scottie watched as Angela kissed Dale’s shoulder as he fell into a steady rhythm as Hannah hooked her arm in the recess of her knee, pinning a leg against her chest. She bit her own knee, grunting with each thrust from her father pounding against her pelvis.
Seeing her work was done, Angela grabbed her husband’s ass.
“Have fun,” she said before kissing his cheek.
Dale looked over his shoulder to her and grinned.
“You too.”
That got Scottie’s attention.
Angela turned her focus on her son. Scottie could see her chest rising and falling with deep breaths, all while her skin, smooth and flawless as it was, had the slightest hint of blush on her cheeks. With an unblinking stare, she smiled at him, but less like a parent who was filled with pride. Nothing like the look he had seen on her face when he had received his diploma, scored his first home run or nailed a final exam. This was a smile of anticipation, of torturous delayed excitement. A smile one has when they are hungry and see a feast before them. Or, more accurately, a fantasy soon to be realized.
Scottie couldn’t take his eyes off his mother. Just behind her, he could glimpse the constant motion and moans of his father and sister’s unholy coupling, but his mother’s presence demanded his attention. Her confidence had returned tenfold, and with it, this unyielding beauty.
For the second time that night, she towered over everyone else.
“Take those off,” she said pointing to Scottie’s slacks.
It was like a reflex; you always do what your mother says. His hands were moving on their own as he quickly unbuckled his belt, fly, and pushed his pants down. As he stepped out of the legs, he saw Angela look at him, or his crotch really, with a smile that was anything but motherly. He didn’t need to look down to know he was sporting the mother of all erections, almost literally.
Slowly, Angela reached behind her back with both hands, one to pinch the fabric, and the other to pull the hidden zipper down with a teasingly slow pace. Once it reached the bottom, she slipped her straps off her shoulder, first the left, then the right, never breaking eye contact with her audience. With nothing left to hold it up, Scottie watched his mother push the dress down until gravity took over and let it slip gracefully to the floor.
She stood before him wearing only a thong, one leg slightly bent and hands on her hips. He was speechless. He had seen her in a bathing suit more times than he could count, but it wasn’t until this moment that he truly saw her. Her breasts were similar to Hannah’s, though slightly larger and rounder, capped with solid pink nipples. Her stomach, thighs, and legs were firm and smooth, with the shapes and curves in just the right places. This was the body of a woman, a goddess. And based on the look in his mother’s eyes, she knew how to use it.