We headed down the dirt road away from the cottage. Rocks crunched under the tires kicking up a rooster tail of dust behind us. Amy and I were headed into town to grab some last minute groceries before dinner. It felt good to get away for a while. I needed time to breathe and to process all that had transpired over the past couple of days.
There was no escaping it though. Amy was wearing all that the cottage had come to represent on her face. Her cheeks were still flush and her eyes were relaxed creating that unmistakable post coital satiated expression people get after they've had their brains fucked out. How could she not? She had just had a second romp with her father. Her panties were probably getting wetter by the moment as her dad's semen slowly drizzled out of her.
To be fair, Amy wasn't the only one who was passion drunk. I could still smell her mother on me. Her conciliatory care for my needs was much appreciated after I had caught Amy with her dad for the second time. She was good too. I could not get the site of her riding me, or the feeling of her pussy clinching around me, out of my mind. Needless to say, the car ride was silent. I was, however, probably the only one feeling sheepish in the midst of it. Amy had no idea that I had seen her with her dad or that I had been with her mom...or, so I thought.
Strolling up and down the aisles of the market, I found myself unable to talk to Amy. Words got stuck before they would come out. I didn't know if I should A) confront her; B) try to get her to confess; or C) let it go and roll with it. Amy went with option D.
"How'd you sleep last night?" she inquired squeezing melon as the question rolled off of her tongue.
"Oh, not too bad," I answered. "How about you?"
"Great!" She exclaimed. "Have any good dreams?"
"Not that I can remember. Hey, what time did you get to bed last night anyway?" I pivoted, trying not to hint that I knew anything with my tone.
"Oh, about thirty minutes after you went to bed." She was still picking and squeezing.
"Huh, so about ten-ish then?" I could feel my face getting red, certain that had I caught her in a lie. I cocked my head preparing to let loose.
"No silly. Thirty minutes after the second time you went to bed." She was holding a melon in her right hand and looking at me with raised eyebrows. In an instant she went from the busted to the buster.
"Uh...what?" I stammered. I was on my heels. My mind was in full retreat.
She moved close. Her lips were milometers from mine. "Did you like what you saw? You sure seemed to."
"I...I" not knowing whether to apologize, explain, or get defensive.
She moved her lips up to my ear. I could feel them brush my skin and the warmth of her breath as she whispered, "I'm glad you caught us. I didn't know how to tell you. I was even more glad to see your reaction. I loved watching you cum as my daddy filled me." Her husky whisper sent shivers down my spine.
I heard Amy drop the melon with a thud as she wrapped her arms around my neck and continued. "Come with me real quick."
She took me by the hand leaving our half full cart behind. Without warning anyone who might be on the other side, she flung the door of the women's restroom open and dragged me in with her. "What the...?" I began.
She put her finger to my lips, shushed me, and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. She was wearing short white cut-off shorts. She unbuttoned them and frantically unzipped her zipper. With a wriggle of her hips, she slid them down. There was a huge wet spot in the crotch of her panties. The musky smell of her dad's cum wafted up and filled my nostrils.
She began to press down on my shoulders. "I fucked him again while you and mom cleaned out the boat. Do you like that?" she asked.
I found myself falling to my knees. What in the hell was I doing? Amy's bare pussy was right in front of me. White cream frosted the folds. A thick glob of her father's spunk was dangling from the opening of her cunt. She ran her fingers through my hair. She gabbed and handful and began to pull me into her. I didn't resist. My lips parted. My tongue reached out. Gently, Don's cum settled into my mouth. I lapped, sucked, and slurped.
"Yes! Taste my dad's cum on my pussy!" She gasped.
Lurching her hips forward, I plunged by tongue into her as deeply as it would go. She shook as she came.
Kissing my way up her body, I got back to my feet. I took her face in my hands. "Amy, there is something I need to tell you."
"Its ok. I know it seems weird, but its been going on for a long time. We are ok with it. You seem ok with it. Just..." she tried to ad me off before I made things awkward.
