Standard warning before you start:
This story is completely a work of fiction involving sexual relations between family members. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy.
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A soft staccato huffing sound came out of the vent above me. I sat at my desk in the large office I shared with a few other people. The vent continued giving out quick bursts of air, distracting me from my work.
I peered up at the ceiling in frustration. Just then it let out a low groan. I looked around at my coworkers to view their reactions but they apparently had not heard it. My skin flushed red as another odd noise came from the vent, this one a soft moan.
When I awoke my eyes remained closed a moment, hearing repeated quick exhalations, warm puffs of air against my face.
My eyes popped open and I was greeted by the full grin of my youngest daughter, Becca.
"Morning mom." she said with that wide smile, the corners of her lips dotted by dimples. Her smile disappeared as her face crumpled into a painful looking grimace, her eyes fluttering momentarily and then clamping shut. A pathetic whimper fell from her mouth.
Her head shook in the same even pace as her breathing. I slid my eyes down to her bare shoulders, then to her small hanging breasts, down along her side and hips. My eyes adjusted from sleep to see my husband Alan, her father, sawing his cock in and out of her from behind. My eyes continued on up his body until our eyes met. We exchanged a quick smile.
With my eyes still locked with his, I reached up and gently pulled Becca's head down into a deep and loving kiss. Alan reacted to this by momentarily picking up his pace, jamming his dick in and out of her tight young body with a number of quick and hard thrusts. She squealed into my mouth as I probed hers with my tongue.
He settled back into a steady pace as the kiss broke, our lips moist with shared spit, a bit of it dripping down to her chin.
Becca giggled and reached up with one hand to wipe it away. As she did this, Alan gave her one quick hard thrust, almost knocking her over onto me. We all let out a chuckle at this.
My eyes were drawn to her chest as her lovely breasts bounced with each thrust. I took the left one in my hand, covering it with my palm as I smiled into Becca's face. Gently I rolled the nipple in the crook between my thumb and forefinger. I pinched it slightly, causing her to gasp and wince. I moved over to the other tit and repeated my motions, then slid my hand down her taut belly, feeling each impact of Alan's hips against her ass vibrate through her body.
My fingers finally came in contact with her pussy mound. I felt the slight stubble from her recent shave. Slipping lower I found the upper ridge of her cunt followed by the spongy nub of her clitoris. It was covered in a sheen of wetness and the slight contact I made with it made Becca moan loudly into my face. I brought a groan of frustration out of her as I ignored her lovely little bud and slid my hand down further. I spread my middle and ring finger into a V and slipped it along the sides of my husbands dick, pressing my fingers firmly along my daughters splayed labia.
When I was pregnant with our daughters I went from being a very sound sleeper to sleeping very light. Over the years since I had moved back in the other direction, as told by the copious amount of wetness where they joined. There was a white frothy buildup of fuck juices covering Alan's cock. I pressed my fingers against him as he continued to assault her messy hole, collecting some of the bubbly fluid. I then brought my hand back to her mound, smearing the mess on her shaven skin, coating her clit with it. Then I went to work, assisting her father with her pleasure.
I started to stroke her bud slowly at first with small, light circles. And although this brought forth more moaning from Becca, I knew that after fucking for as long as they had been, she'd be ready for a more vigorous motion. Pressing firmly against her clit I started rubbing it back and forth quickly. The added speed and pressure soon brought her to the edge of an orgasm.
Becca was moaning, her eyes closed tight. Her body shuddered with every forceful buck from her father. As I ground my fingers into her wet clit I saw her arms start to shake. Thinking they might give out I slid partially under her, giving her my shoulder and bare breast to lay against.
Alan started his quick barking grunts that signaled his own approach, and upped his thrusting pace. I felt Becca's body tremble each time his hips collided violently with her firm young ass.
Each slam brought a painful sounding yelp from Becca, her face twisted with pleasure. She collapsed onto my chest, her red sweaty face pressed against my left tit while her hand gripped the other tightly.
Alan yelled out as he jack-hammered into her vulnerable cunt, gripping her hips tightly, lifting her knees slightly off the bed.
Becca was the first to start cumming. I could feel her spasm as her toned young body flexed against me, her fingers digging into my breast. Her mouth was held open, her eyes clamped shut. No sound came out of her at first. After a few moments a very high-pitched squeal shot from her lungs. As she trembled against me this squeal continued for a few seconds and then rose in volume until it was a full-blown scream of incestuous pleasure.
I continued to attack her clitoris as Alan started to cum. He clenched his teeth tightly and was mostly silent, holding her quivering pussy tight to his crotch, his cock rooted deeply inside. He grunted through his teeth, giving a quick jab forward, trying to sink even deeper. Her knees hovered just off of the bed as he held her by the hips, giving occasional jabs of his cock, spurting gob after gob of his fatherly cum into her womb.
When he was finished, he slowly let her knees back down onto the bed. He remained in her cunt as he started to soften. My hand kept working on her clitoris, the goal to extend her orgasm as far as it would go. Alan did his own part to help by giving her a series of fast and deep thrusts while he still remained somewhat hard.
Becca took what she could or our continued assault on her privates. After a short time she rose from my chest, holding herself up on shaking arms. Her eyes fluttered open and I saw the beautifully empty expression of a person trapped inside an orgasm.
"Stop" she said weakly, that glazed blank stare directed at me. But her hips continued to shift against the two of us, grinding herself into my hand and against her fathers softening dick.
Alan held onto her hips, keeping himself lodged in her creamed cunt. Then with a sigh he withdrew, the slow motion of his cock making the sound of a boot being pulled from mud. Father and daughter let out a duet of groans as they separated. I felt some of their fuck sauce leak out of her hole and run down over my hand. I slid my hand down to cup her wet slit, pressing a finger in between the puffy lips of it.
"Enough, mom" Becca said with a tone of annoyance. I ignored her and held my hand firmly against her as Alan and I exchanged another big grin. He then leaned forward, kissed and playfully bit one of Becca's firm young buttocks before laying out on the other side of her. He let out a sigh as he gently fondled one of her hanging tits.
"Both of you!" she said with a slight giggle as she pushed her fathers hand away from her breast. I reluctantly gave in and slid my hand from her battered and now overly-sensitive cunt, sliding my hand back up along her body, leaving a trail of their combined slime on her shaven mound and up her belly.
I let my hand fall away from the warmth of her body and she collapsed with a groan onto the bed between her father and I, facing me on her side.
"God, I'm starving." She said. Alan's hand had return to her breast, cupping it gently from behind.
"Me too." he added as his thumb traced her pointed nipple.
I looked at the muck pasted between my fingers and along the back of my hand before rubbing it with the other, working the mess into my skin. "What are you two in the mood for for breakfast?" I asked as I continued to watch the mess disappear into the fine pores and creases of my flesh.
"Pancakes?" Becca said, looking at me with a bright smile.
"With bacon. And eggs." Alan said from behind her.
I then rose up on an elbow facing them, my heavy breasts hanging with their slight sag. "Ok, fine. But I think it's only fair that you two help." I said looking down at them as they spooned together. "In fact I think you two should make ME breakfast. After all, you two both just came and I'm left all worked up without so much as a finger between my legs." I added after a quick thought.
Both of them let out a mock whine which got all of us laughing but they agreed to my suggestion. However, I ended up helping since I'm the only one in the household that knows how to properly fry an egg.
We all got out of bed and started dressing. I threw on a skimpy baby blue nightgown and put on my short white bathrobe over it. Alan slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms. I watched his limp dick as he pulled the pants up over it, coated in a white froth of cunt and cum. Becca found her discarded bright red panties and slid them up over her messy pussy, a dark patch quickly forming at the crotch. Over her perky tits she wore a white tanktop.
We went downstairs and worked together making breakfast. Becca was on pancake duty while I cooked the eggs. Alan didn't as much help but got in the way by pawning at our bodies while we stood at the stove. His main contribution to breakfast was pouring us all OJ and making a pot of coffee. There wasn't any bacon in the fridge so I instead cooked up some sausage links.
Everyone was so hungry, we finished eating not long after everything was cooked. Becca had done a decent job on the pancakes, only a couple of them were burned. "I don't remember asking for mine well done." Alan said, teasing her as he held up his next blackened bite.
After we finished, Alan went back upstairs to shower leaving Becca and I to clean up.
As I stood at the sink washing dishes, my helpful daughter brought them from the table and placed them in the foamy wash bin. After setting the last plate in she stepped behind me and I felt her hand, damp with water and dish soap, slide between my thighs from behind. My short robe and nightgown left my crotch exposed, her hand was firmly pressed against my shaven mound which was damp with excitement from this mornings events. I let out a soft groan and squeezed the soap from the sponge, my hand contracting from her unexpected touch.
"Your turn." she said softly into my ear as she leaned into me, her voice low and husky. I dropped the plate I had been washing along with the sponge back into the soapy water. I leaned over and gripped the sides of the sink, arching my back to give my cunt to her.
