The smell of bacon rallied eyelids as if an outer body experience, the allure raising spirits that by all means should be terrified. Monica Gift peeled from her father Aaron's armpit and eyed his morning wood. As tempting as even that slab of bacon was, she had a bad feeling she needed to lay low after her mother Charlotte caught them engaging in inappropriate incest. What troubled Monica was how her mother insisted she and Aaron come back to bed. Was it the alcohol talking? Charlotte was quite drunk last night, so drunk that she had no clue what Aaron's visiting clients Mitch and Jared had done to her. It could have been worse if they hadn't merely jerked off over her face as she slept through her intoxication. Well, a few lip smacks with the heads of their cocks as a passing thought. Aaron was despicable for allowing that just to take Monica to their bed and fuck her. While she loved spending time with her father Monica's guilt was welling up in the pit of her stomach. Probably just hunger pangs. That bacon was orgasmic to the senses.
"God, what do I do now? Mom can't possibly be coping with this now that she's sober. I'm the worst daughter ever. Daddy really fucked up this time, I just know they will get a divorce and make me decide who I'm living with. Thing is I've already told daddy I'd go with him. I'm eighteen and graduation is only a few weeks away, maybe I should find a job and move out on my own. I could get a few of the girls in my Braless Brigade to be roommates. That way we can still have our fun and be independent." It was not a horrible idea! "I have to go pee." Getting up carefully she Monica stepped into the adjoining ensuite and took a seat on the toilet. Tinkle time!
"I hear a weed eater. Brock must be trimming around his house. That or maybe Ryan finally came home from April's. I feel so badly for him if April hasn't been on the up and up after saying her baby might belong to that Proctor guy. Man, I'm glad I keep up with my birth control. Crap! What if I were to get knocked up by Daddy? I'm so stupid but... I can't say no to him. Any guy almost! Okay, none of them." Flushing, she washed her hands then stepped out of the bathroom to see her mother at the bedroom door with a breakfast tray. Two plates with scrambled eggs and bacon were being delivered.
"Good morning!" Charlotte smiled at her cringing daughter. "Do me a favor and go to the kitchen for the orange juice. I couldn't carry everything in one trip." Shy not wanting to ruin her mood swing Monica shuffled from the bedroom and looked for her clothing in the living room where she had left them last night. Which just happened to have gone missing. As she went into the kitchen, she heard the washer going and presumed her mother had just started a load with her discarded attire. Glasses of juice full resting on the island Monica plucked them up and returned to the master bedroom. To her surprise Charlotte was stretched out between Aaron's legs and had taken it upon herself to wake him up with a morning blowjob.
"I can go to my room." Monica took her plate of food from the tray resting on Charlotte's side of the bed for when she was done. Lifting her lips from Aaron's crown Charlotte smiled but winced with an odd expression of stop right there young lady. Monica knew it well.
"Oh no! You started all of this, you get your butt in bed and eat. Feed your father bites." Eyes bulging Monica did see Aaron reviving, his slumber not as much as the ladies due to wondering what today would bring. Long night awake he was struggling. The blowjob however was welcomed. Seeing Monica first, he lifted his head from the pillow to look out over his body at Charlotte's own breakfast. There were only two plates!
"What's going on?" He mumbled. This was so unlike Charlotte to begin with. Sex was good when they had it, but that was rare the last year or so. Now it seemed as if Charlotte wanted to make up for lost time.
"Eat your breakfast and let me finish my job." Charlotte eased off of her hubby's head just long enough to inform him. Monica waved in by Charlotte crawled into bed and sat up against the headboard holding the tray in her lap. Fork in hand she offered bites of egg to her father. Enjoying this pampering Aaron looked worried, sharing his gaze with Monica who simply shrugged. Mom was acting like Monica's age suddenly. Competition? That was Monica's first instinct.
She figured once this wore off, she would be yelled at for being a homewrecker. Aaron however, pondered that maybe Charlotte had thought things over and simply felt that in order to save her marriage she needed to prove to him she was still wanted. Aaron had on occasion pondered divorce, but he did love his wife even if there were stick in the mud moments. He couldn't wait for Charlotte to start asking if he were cheating with other women. Only once! Monica was his safety net concerning that, but he would have to tell her there were considerations. He did just hire a hot young secretary named Shelly Cortez; a Latina hottie just turned 22. That was too soon to develop though. The girl did wear sexy outfits to work, and he did encourage it with well received compliments. Shit! Now Aaron was thinking of Shelly. Helpful!
"Drink!" Monica tilted her juice as Aaron fluffed his pillows behind him to rise up better in order to eat. Charlotte was going to town now, her tender suckling increased to a steady rhythm and went full on obsessive, eyes rolled back in her appetite quest. Aaron swiped a piece of bacon and chewed on it while rubbing Monica's leg. Eyes flaring at how bizarre this was Monica wolfed down her own plate just listening to her mom's anthem of deepthroat dedication.
A jealous moment struck Monica's emotions but she couldn't comprehend why. That weed eater outside was getting louder, luring Monica to look toward the slightly parted curtains. She really couldn't see anything but the side of home belonging to Brock and Ryan Quinones. Plates cleaned Monica took the tray from the bed and went to place it on the dresser temporarily. Peering out, she saw Brock with his back turned to her. Good thing considering she was naked in her parents' bedroom. That might look alarming! Not a second thought if she were in her own room though, seeing as Brock had fucked Monica a couple times now. Easing away she took the tray back to the kitchen and rinsed the plates and glasses. Dishwasher they went!
Hearing her father snarl Monica knew he had nutted into Charlotte's mouth and tiptoed back to their bedroom to witness her mother crawl up over his body to kiss him and share in his jizz. Pouting briefly Monica stepped back into the living room and told herself, "That should be me. This is bonkers weird! I feel like mom is trying to steal my thunder. Ugh! What am I thinking? They're married, I'm just the stupid cunt they created out of love. I need to get a shower and go get some air. Maybe Ryan's home, I'll check with Brock shortly."
"HI BROCK!" Monica heard her mother call out then felt a faint gust of wind filter over her flesh. No way did her mother open that window and call out to their neighbor. Hurrying to the door she found her mom standing proudly waving.
"She's... become me." Miserable in the moment she even found Aaron climb out of bed and take Charlotte from behind in the windowsill. Screen raised he forced Charlotte's upper body outside then wailed on her dimple coated ass cheeks, dick deep within her cunt. "Holy shit! I rekindled their childhood." Hurrying to her own bedroom she opened her curtains and lifted her window, the exterior screen removed long ago and under her bed for fast escapes. Leaning out expecting to ask Brock about Ryan she was caught off guard by Brock standing right up under Charlotte talking to her as she moaned, her unbridled titties wagging at Aaron's punishing thrusts.
"Now this is new." Brock chuckled. "What brought all this on kids?" Kid indeed, blame Monica.
"Things are going to change around here." Charlotte told him, "Isn't that right Honey?" She called back to Aaron. A man-to-man nod down at Brock through the upper portion of the window Brock puckered.
"You don't say." He then noticed Monica leaning out on her folded forearms, her breasts perky and nips saying it's chilly this morning. "Wow! The whole family?" Charlotte looked to her right to see Monica and shook her head.
"I should have known when I caught you outside in your bath towel talking to Ryan. Has everybody in town seen you naked?"
"50/50!" Monica mused. "Not changing! So, no more reading me the riot act. Speaking of Ryan act? Has Ryan come back from April's yet?"
"Sure did. He got home a few hours before sunup. April stayed out at the farm. Oh, Kyle should be here in a few he's coming home for the weekend."
"Awesome! I need to talk to him too."
"Oh yeah?" Brock was torn by youthful Monica, and the more mature beauty of Charlotte. A single man for the last few years he was recalling his wife more due to the age. "I'm going to leave you two Lust birds to your playtime and finish up out here."
Monica backed up into her room then cast her leg out the window, followed by the other then dropped down into the yard. Charlotte seeing her daughter walk naked between yards took her back a bit. Marching right into the front yard and through the screened in porch Monica disappeared inside the Quinones home. "Does Monica always just walk in?"
"She and Ryan were a thing for a short while until April came along." Brock paused with his weed eater in hand. "Guess you don't know, I'm going to be a grandfather. Ryan knocked up April."
