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.