Mf, MFf, MF, incest
I had just come home during my first break from college. I loved that I was now 18 and away from home to make my own decisions and live my own life but I still loved my Mom and Dad and had been looking forward to seeing them, especially my dad.
Daddy and I froze when Mommy opened my bedroom door. We were caught. We were both naked as the day we were born. Dad was on his back and I was sitting on his cock facing his feet. My hands were on his knees, his hands were on my hips and I was bouncing up and down the length of his stiff prick. My 34-B tits were bouncing up and down on my chest.
I probably fucked myself on his flag pole three or four times after the door opened before Dad and I understood what had just happened and were able to stop. It was hard to stop because I was right on the edge of a fabulous orgasm. Holly shit, were we in a pack of trouble. Would she rush over and pull up apart? Would she throw me out of the house? Would she throw Dad out and divorce him? I bet that the same thoughts were going through his mind. Dad's cock was starting to soften even though it was still deep in my pussy.
Mom walked over to the bed. I was dreading what might happen next. She pushed my shoulders causing me to fall back so that my back was against Dad's chest. Mom got on the bed.
"Don't just lay there John. Fuck the little slut."