Shana couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt like something was wrong as she woke up at 2 a.m. to discover she was alone in bed. It shouldn't have been so unusual for a woman to wake up and find that her husband of twenty-two years couldn't sleep and got up for whatever odd reason, but Shana felt like something was off. Call it women's intuition. She got out of bed and decided to see where Ben, her husband, had gone.
At forty-two, the beautiful, blonde Shana cut a strikingly hot figure in the boy-short style panties and loose fitting crop top she wore to sleep in. Through careful diet and exercise, her body was nearly as tight and firm as the fitness models whose workout routines she followed faithfully. Her weighty, D cup sized tits were still as firm and shapely as her nineteen year old daughter's. Trusting that her daughter, Lauren, and son, Rick, were fast asleep, she tip-toed out of the room without worrying about the way she was dressed. Or rather, not dressed, since her panties revealed the delectable shape of her camel toe and her top wasn't thick enough to conceal the round, russet shadows of her areolas.
Leaving the marital bedroom, she discovered that Ben had left the door slightly ajar. As she entered the hallway on the upper floor of the large house, everything was perfectly quiet. It was dark, but for the dim light of a full moon coming from the window at the end of the long hallway. Shana stood still and listened. She felt her nipples grow thick and hard, not from arousal, but from the tingling sense that this was no ordinary night. If anything, the house was too quiet to satisfy her curiosity. Her feminine instincts were now on high alert.
Standing in the carpeted hallway, the blonde wife and mother of two kept as still as a statue and listened. After a few moments, she discovered the house was not quite as silent as she first thought. There was the slightest murmur of voices coming from the other end of the hallway where her daughter's bedroom door was. Ben must have discovered Lauren awake at the same time and gone for a late night talk with their daughter. It made sense. Lauren had always been such a daddy's girl, and over the past couple of months, the two had been spending more time together than ever before.
It was no surprise for Shana to see her husband and daughter growing even closer. For nearly a year now, she and Ben barely spoke to each other. There was nothing in particular that came between them, only that they had drifted apart emotionally. Their long talks into the night where they confided in one another were now a thing of the distant past. And not so long after their emotional distance came the sexual one. It had been almost a year since Ben had touched his wife in any kind of erotic way. Shana found herself both frustrated and relieved by this. She'd always been a very highly sexed woman, but she had never been interested in sex with strangers, and that's exactly what she and Ben had become to each other.
The sounds from Lauren's room were muted but growing clearer as Shana walked as softly as she dared toward her daughter's bedroom door. She wondered if those late night talks Ben once had with her were now reserved for their daughter. She was a young adult now, though still technically a teenager, and considering how close they'd always been it wouldn't surprise Shana if Ben had turned to Lauren for the emotional companionship she had once provided. She supposed that was probably a good thing. It would be better than discovering her husband was cheating. She didn't bear ill feelings toward Ben. She simply felt the same kind of nothing for him that he seemed to feel toward her. Yet she wasn't such a cold person as to begrudge him someone to talk to.
However, as much as she loved her daughter, Shana had a hard time seeing Lauren as being anyone's confidante. She was a good listener sometimes, but she hardly had the intellectual prowess to offer much in the way of normal conversation. The girl was a classic, blonde airhead, her mother had no choice to admit. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing to be. It just wasn't the sort of quality that helped the girl offer much in the way of emotional or mental companionship. Even so, the girl's father adored her and she was a much better choice for Ben to turn to than some other woman who would end up seducing him.
Lauren was a reasonable facsimile of her mother at that age, an incredibly fit yet still curvy blonde. Her tits were a slightly smaller, C cup version of her mother's, with the firm, upturned perkiness of a nineteen year old. She also had the good looks of a bikini model, like her mother still did, except for the beginning signs of her maturity. Shana understood her daughter, even if the girl was much closer to her father. But Lauren was so much like her mother at that age, much more concerned with clothing and makeup than anything complicated.
Still, Shana loved her daughter and felt proud that she produced a girl as hot and beautiful as she was herself. Fortunately, Shana had Rick, her twenty-one year old son. He was her moral and emotional support since the young man's father and sister were off in a world unto themselves. Little did Shana know what kind of world that was, until she drew closer to Lauren's bedroom and heard the types of sounds that were muffled behind her door. They were her husband's and daughter's voices alright, but it was not the sound of a typical, family conversation.
As the blonde mother drew up to her daughter's door, she could clearly hear Lauren moan with pleasure. It was unmistakable. She practically sounded like her mother in the same situation. And after all these years, Shana knew her husband's sexual sounds as well as she knew anything.
"Daddy, yes, ohhhh yes, it's so good," Lauren's voice came through. The sound was faint through the door but otherwise clear as a bell. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Daddy. Never stop. Baby girl needs that hard fucking cock."
Shana was paralyzed with shock. She could hear her husband grunting and straining in between her daughter's whorish pleas to her own father to be fucked.
"Ohhhh, baby girl, that pussy is so fucking tight," the man growled. "Daddy will never get enough of that perfect little girl hole."
"It's all yours, Daddy. All the time. Use it, Daddy. Fuck it!" Lauren was trying to keep her voice low, but not doing a very good job.
Shana's heart stopped, and then started pounding like she'd just finished running a marathon. The filthy, twisted gutter talk between father and daughter went on as she stood there, rooted to the spot and listening through Lauren's bedroom door. The things they were saying to each other were just disgustingly perverse, not to mention the incestuous behavior they were obviously engaged in. Ben was working as hard as his daughter at keeping his voice low, but there was only so much they could do considering the height of twisted excitement they were reaching.
