Sachita could still see her father’s erect cock while Kevin’s eyes travelled quickly from his mother’s luscious orbs to her dripping snatch, wondering if he had truly been feasting on those the night before.
“We’re sorry you caught us like this,” Miranda apologised, “it’s just that we weren’t expecting you before a few hours and we simply made ourselves comfortable.”
“No need for excuses,” Sachita said, coming forward to first kiss her mother, then her father, her eyes still discreetly on her father’s shaft. “I’m glad to see my parents can still have some romantic moments of their own,” then, with a wink, “and that they still are physically attracted to each other.”
After so many years of comfortably acknowledging her hyper-sexuality, Miranda very rarely blushed. Now she did, a delicate rosy tint that crept into her cheeks making her all the more desirable. She knew her children were used to her naked body as well as to her husband’s, so being found nude wasn’t the issue, per se. What caused the blush was what their naked bodies had been doing when they’d been caught and her daughter’s teasing reference to it. Thankfully she wasn’t aware her children had overheard their conversation, or she likely would have gone full crimson.
“Well,” she said, “we still love each other in that sense too.”
“And it’s your physical desire for each other that you displayed last night?”
Miranda and Wesley looked at each other, wondering what their daughter meant. In their sexual romp at yesternight party, they had not been physically together. Should they answer that question honestly and use it as an introduction to the conversation they had been considering with their children? Both spouses were still deliberating inwardly what was the best course of action when Sachita added,
“Through other people? At the party. The Halloween party. The libertine party?” She finally offered when her parents remained blank-faced like they didn’t know what she was talking about.
Of course, their parents were actually just frozen in shock, which both siblings recognised, and it made them burst out laughing. Then Sachita ran to her father, hugging him,
“Oh Daddy, I was the green Dayinn you met last night.”
“You were…”
“And I,” Kevin added in a Bela Lugosi accent after drawing close to Miranda, “one of the two Draculas you had last night.”
“But how?” Wesley asked flabbergasted as he disengaged from his daughter’s hug. “How did you get invited? You were in this together?”
“I don’t know about Sweet,” Kevin answered, holding his mother’s hand and drinking in her luscious forms. Now that he had come to terms with the fact that the woman who had brought him so much pleasure was his own mother, he couldn’t refrain from admiring her physically, bringing life to his little soldier just inches away from her. “But for my part, Jean Paul using his privilege as last year’s guest got me invited.”
“So, I take it,” Miranda guessed, “Jean Paul was the second Dracula? Interesting… I’ve always found him hunky but seeing he was your friend…”