Dropping herself down to the carpet one knee at a time, 44 year old Ellen Simmons kept her right hand steady on the top of her Daughter's head as Mikala slithered her tongue through the tingling, blood filled floods of her Mother's cunt. Using her thumb to peel back the bangs of light brown hair from Mikala's eyes, Ellen stared deep into her oldest Daughter's reddened and flush face as she felt her own seeping arousal being swept up by Mikala's churning mouth.
Dizzy and exhausted from the physical excursion he'd just put his body through, all Tucker could manage to do was rock backwards on his knees and allow his cum-smeared cock to slip free from his Daughter's vaginal grip, landing with a wet, greasy plop against the inside of his right thigh.
His eyes glued to the spot in front of him where Mikala's tongue was darting inside his Wife's shaved quim, Tucker's chest rose and fell as he tried to absorb what was happening. It was clear from the ease and efficiency Mikala went about her cunnilingus act on her Mother, and from the nonchalant smirk on Ellen's face, that this was a well practiced act for both.
Playfully picking her left hand through Mikala's hair once she'd starting softly rubbing her Daughter's back with her right, Ellen simply knelt there on both knees allowing Mikala to nurse from her pussy.
"Like I said Tucker... it all started one day last year while you were shacked up down in Boston... the girls were still home from school and I was out late one night. I came home drunk with one of my friends and I guess we never made it further than the sofa... both girls sorta heard some commotion downstairs and when they came down... well you can fill in the rest."
Tucker sat back against the edge of the coffee table, mesmerized by his Wife's words, knowing when she mentioned the word, 'friend', she meant one of her numerous lesbian flings.
"And did ... you two... stop?" Tucker's voice drifted out of his mouth like overcooked oatmeal.
"No... not exactly," Ellen replied with quick, sober clarity. "I was sort of in a compromising position there on the sofa and the woman I was with was a little past the point of good judgment as well... and then one thing just led to another and... "
"... And Mikala and Angie... joined... in," Tucker finished his Wife's sentence in a hushed tone, on one level not wanting his gut instinct about what Ellen was insinuating to be true, but on another completely different level, one he felt himself slowly being sucked into, wanting the illicit thought of it all to be true.
All Ellen did was nod down to the image of Mikala's mouth clamped around her pussy to give her Husband his answer.
Tucker could hear the tender sounds of Mikala's tongue lapping through his Wife's drenched vagina, and he suddenly couldn't pry his gaze away from the remnants of his buried cum beginning to bubble from the girl's cunt each time she squeezed her vaginal muscles together. It was painfully clear his 21 year old Daughter was getting aroused eating her Mother out.
Continuing to lean backwards against the coffee table, Tucker was startled when he saw his other Daughter's body shift from her kneeling position beside Mikala, and slowly turn towards him. It felt like a sledgehammer hit Tucker in the spine when he locked eyes with Angie. It was the first time since he'd entered the house that he'd met the gazes of either of his Daughters, and when he did, Tucker felt as if every secret he'd concealed was now as naked and exposed as his kids and Wife were. Before he could corral his quivering lips and even think about making them work however, Angie had spun around on her knees and was now face to face with her Father.
Angie's breasts hung from her chest like two perfect, pert, pale white pendulums as she inched closer to Tucker, who continued to sit there silently on the floor, like a large buck stuck in headlights. Without saying a word, Angie lowered her hands down to the front of her Father's shirt and deliberately began unbuttoning it. Lifting his tee-shirt up when she could sink enough of her hand inside the opening she'd created, Angie then bent forward and placed her lips on the center of her Father's exposed chest.
The back of Tucker's shoulders trembling against the edge of the coffee table as he looked down at the top of his youngest Daughter's head, he could feel 19 year old girl's soft lips flutter up and down between his breastbone and belly button. Tucker's breath suddenly got lodged in his throat a few seconds later when Angie removed her lips from his chest and leaned a little lower between his parted legs.
All that air trapped in his throat escaped in a thunderous whoosh when Tucker felt Angie's mouth close around the cumsplattered girth of his cock.
Another wave of glorious adrenaline shot like a runaway comet up Tucker's spine and exploded inside his head the instant Angie's lips wrapped around the head of the same penis he'd just fucked her Sister with. The back of his head rocking side to side on the surface of the coffee table in disbelief, Tucker finally rocked forward once again just to make sure everything he was experiencing was real. Tilting his head slightly to the left to get a better look, he could in fact see Angie's distended lips clamped around the upper third of his cock at the same time the metal stud she had in her right eyebrow glistened in the yellowish light of the lamplit room.
"It's all real," he just shook his head and mumbled.
Casting one lazy eye over to the floor, Tucker could see Mikala was now resting on her belly with her mouth still pressed tightly against her Mother's syrupy crotch. Tucker could also see the expression on Ellen's face seem to scrunch and tighten each time Mikala's tongue swept hard over the puffy and aroused folds of her Mom's vagina.
Helpless to just sit there with his Daughter draped over his lap, all Tucker could do was gently pat his right hand down on Angie's silky soft blonde hair as she scrubbed her lips up and down on his cock.
