“Hah-honey, oh!” I could hear the incest sex approval in her honey’d tone as my tongue went to work doing what I’ve been trained to do since I was young. There’s nothing like the salty sweet nectar she hides from me with petty clothes and coverings most of the day. Not even the feeling of daddy’s cock working its way into my wet snatch and slipping my panties aside compares to a good mouthful of mommy’s cunt. It’s a miracle I’m not a sex addict that can’t function without cock or pussy because this should – wait a minute, I am a sex addict that can’t function without cock or pussy! I need it like a real woman does. I need every moment of that fat dink mixing up my insides the same way I need my tongue doing the same to my moaning creator. There’s a sense of empowerment at making both my favorite people twitch, spasm, and hold me because I’m capable of fucking both at once. That my mom’s one of the a mature sexy women in the family really helped. I’m a true whore and even throwing in a third wouldn’t slow my lips, hips, or legs down. Those legs lift and wrap him from behind me. I don’t even have to look back to know I have him in a good hold, his grunt and the deepness of his monster meat is more than signal enough to start fucking like the day’s going to end soon. It won’t, it never does, my day to night is just one myriad of sexy consequences and orgasms, but it’s so exciting to pretend, especially when I can feel daddy’s mixer thickening. He’s ready to give me what I need, and mom’s a little too into it to give any feedback. She’s a silent master these days, well, in the sense that loud, pornographic level explosions from deep within don’t quite count as conversation. It does count as mommy phone sex, which I’m very proud of.
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