Hi Rosie Webster here again.
Remember last time? I had just had a lesbian threesome with Carla and my Mother.
Well since then, Sally, my mother has been very affectionate and on several occasions she has climbed into my bed and licked my pussy, driving me wild.
Anyway, after having sex with one parent, I turned my attention to the other. Yes I had sex with my dad!
This is how it happened.
I had suspected for a while that my dad was screwing Molly Dobbs. As I was also screwing her, I decided she might be a way to get my dad into bed.
I called in the corner shop where she worked, she was alone.
"Hi Molls" I called out on entering. "you look great, fancy meeting up at lunchtime for some action?"
"Why Rosie Webster, whatever can you mean?" Molly replied coyly.
"Be at mine at one , and I will show you."
I blew her a kiss and left the shop.
I had the house to myself and just after one, the doorbell rang and there she was.
Minutes later we were naked in my bed, my tongue doing magic things to her soaking wet pussy. After she came, I began to kiss her breasts and while doing so, I calmly asked.
"Are you screwing my dad?"
Molly sat upright spluttering "Rosie, how could you think such a thing, he is a married man, I couldn't."
"The pilot in the flat was married, that didn't stop you fucking him. "
"Look I know all about you two, so come clean" I was bluffing.
"OK , we have been at it for months, I love him, but we don't want to hurt Tyrone or Sally."
I smiled at her "Thanks, now unless you want Tyrone to find out, here's my plan."
After I explained my plan, she said I was sick, but agreed to go along, adding she was also very excited.
It seems they met at a hotel for the afternoon for sex, for their next rendezvous, I was going to join them.
A couple of weeks passed before I received a text from Molly detailing the next session. It was in a couple of days later, at a large hotel in Manchester.
I dressed very sexily for my date with destiny, how would he react? Today I might lose my dad and possibly the rest of my family forever. But my instincts told me it would be OK.
I watched from Starbucks across the road as Molly and my dad entered the hotel. Five minutes later as arranged, Molly sent a text with the room number.
I gave them ten minutes to get naked and down and dirty. Then I knocked on the door.
"Hotel management" I said in as husky a voice as I could muster. "Can you open the door please" I heard my dad say "What's the problem."
"No problem sir, I just need to check the room"
The door opened and my dad stood there in a pair of boxer shorts. "Rosie" he stammered "Rosie, this is not what it looks like."