Daddy, Take Me Ch. 06

I could only stare at mum's wet labia, the area around her vulva smooth as her butt. I've seen my share of women's pussies, but something about mum's captivated me. Maybe because she was my mum? Hmm. This was not technically incest, but was family. Still, I had no qualms about pleasuring our Emily.

I wrapped my hands on her delicious ass, and slowly pulled her down onto my more-than-eager mouth. She played with me, though. Her hips would drift down, my tongue almost on her moist pussy, and then she'd pull it away from my ready mouth. I spanked her, and heard a faint laugh, and she wiped her gushy labia on my face; at the same time, her tongue lashed my labia, splitting my lips, and causing my hips to jerk up. I greedily caressed her butt, my tongue relishing her taste and smell. I wanted my mum to cum in my mouth, as much as I wanted to cum in hers.

I kissed and licked my mum's luscious pussy, firmer and faster, 'til she was almost there, then I'd

back off, bring her down...and do the same again. And again, 'til I gave her the release she desperately wanted, as she did with me. I loved how my mums tasted; tangy, sure, sweet, definitely, but all the time like—a woman.

I always had some vicarious thrill that I was the one to make them cum. From such an early age, they were both there for me. I saw how they looked at each other, their subtle touches when they thought David or I weren't looking, and the unmistakable love between them. Perhaps, even back then, that skewed my idea of what a partner should or would be. After all, who wouldn't be enthralled with tenderness and affection? But then I would see how they acted with my daddy. I probably understood earlier than I'd like to admit. I loved both. And now I had it, albeit with my parents.

After mum and I were through playing with each other, we rolled off together, and she crawled up to me, her face revealing a sheeny gloss from my exertions. Mum slipped between my thighs again, her gloriously sodden pussy softly sliding along mine. I licked her face, as she licked mine, our lips finally on each other, and we kissed, tightly at first, 'til our breath was back, and we slowed our pace, consuming, and loving each other. I felt mom and dad's hands on us, welcome now, if not before. Daddy crawled down and ravished mum's beautiful butt, while mom traded kisses with mum and me.

"I'd love to go down on you, sweetie, but I'm shattered," mum chuckled to mom.

"Em...don't worry. We'll just wake earlier, okay," she laughed, raucously.

"God!" I exclaimed. "You really are perverts, hmm?" I said, in all honesty.

"As if you're not?" mom giggled.

"No, mom! I'm not...well, at least not like you three!" I sighed, and smiled just a little.

"Hmm," mom murmured. "Well, give it time, sweetie," she slyly joked. Or was she?

Mum moved off me, much to daddy's dismay, but we all needed a breather. Mom ran to her drawer, daddy's spent-cum shiny on her thighs, pulled a pair of panties out, and slid them up her legs. Fuck! If I wasn't so exhausted, I thought.

Daddy covered mum and me in little kisses, his heart still beating too fast. Mum turned to mom, and pouted, "Drink...please?" and mom faux-huffed out of the room, returning with a jug of iced cordial and glasses.

We whispered, all of us in that peaceful after-sex glow, amidst gentle kisses and touches. I hugged them all, slid from the bed, and headed to the ensuite to brush, and pee before sleep overtook me. The next thing I knew, mom walked in!

"Uhh! Privacy?" I queried.

She broke into a throaty laugh. "Hmmm," she smiled, and kept laughing, pulled her panties down, sat on the loo and peed while I continued to brush my teeth. [God! Let's talk about boundaries, eh? I thought.] In just twenty-four hours, they were undoubtedly pushing my comfort zone! I would never admit it to them, but I secretly loved how they opened up to me, their inhibitions shredded. Of course, mom teased me again by handing me a few tissues. I gave her a faux disgusted look, smiled, and scurried back to the warm bed.

And for the second night in years, I slept soundly.

I remember looking over at my parents that first morning, and a wave of contentment flowed over me. It's been that way ever since. They brought a certain calm to my life, not that I wasn't, but they released some hidden emotion in me. They had accepted, and brought me into the poly side of their relationship, but not 100 percent. Sometimes they would invite me to bed with them; other times, just a kiss and a goodnight. I knew I would never be involved entirely, which was fine. I probably didn't want it either, if truth be told. As enamoured as I was with this life-changing turn, what I needed was the connection, and they gave me that, and so much more, which was more than enough for me. It filled me, but I needed to find my own way, and my own.