Family First Ch. 11

With that, he gently set her back on her feet and moved over to his wife, who hadn't moved a muscle since she'd cum all over their daughter's face. She was quite a sight, sitting there with her legs spread wide and a silly, almost delirious smile plastered on her face. Ray thought she looked beautiful.

Her eyes tracked him as he moved nearer, but she seemed barely aware of his presence until he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against her own. Reaching forward, he caressed her cheek as his lips played against hers. It wasn't the raw, sexual kiss he'd shared with his daughter, but it didn't need to be. Anyone who saw it would know that Ray was utterly devoted to his wife.

The feeling of his lips and the familiar feeling of his palm on her cheek seemed to finally lift Diane out of her orgasm-induced stupor.

"Welcome home, honey," she said, her voice still sounding hoarse and weak.

"Thanks, babe," he replied, giving her one last peck on the cheek. "I see you and Christina have been keeping each other entertained..."

Coming up to her dad's side, Christina said, "I was telling Mom about all the fun we had last night, and she wanted me to do a live demonstration."

"I see that. If you two had just waited a little bit longer, we could have given her a full-length re-enactment," he said. At the same time, he ran his hand down Christina's back, finally letting his palm come to rest on one of her firm ass cheeks.

Christina grinned. "I think she had more fun this way. Right, Mom?"

Diane, whose eyes were still coming back into focus, smiled vacantly up at her daughter, nodded, and mumbled, "Oh yeeeahhhh..."

Christina and Ray couldn't help but giggle. Someone who didn't know any better would have assumed she was stoned out of her mind.

"Oh — ha ha..." Diane mumbled. "Laugh at the cum-drunk housewife... I see how it is."

"Don't be mad, Mom. We're laughing with you, not at you."

"Mmhm. I've heard that one before," Diane muttered as she straightened herself up in her chair. "Anyways, dinner is ready if you two are hungry."

"It smells delicious, honey," Ray said, inhaling deeply through his nose. "But if it's okay with you, I just got out of a three-hour meeting with the QA team, and I think I could really stand to work up a bit of an appetite first... if you know what I mean."

"I think he's horny, Mom," Christina said, casting quick, conspiratorial glances at both of her parents.

"Thanks for translating, Pun'kin," Ray said, his voice laced with lighthearted sarcasm.

When Diane didn't immediately respond, Christina said, "Can we, Mom? Pleeease?" in the same tone of voice she'd used as a kid when she desperately wanted a new toy from the toy store.

Of course, Diane hadn't forgotten the teasing torture her daughter had put her through only a few minutes prior. Deciding it was time for some revenge, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully and said, "Hmm... I don't know... If we wait too long to eat, then the food will get cold."

"We can just microwave it when we're ready to eat, though. Right?"

Diane pretended to look offended. "Microwave it? Do you have any idea how much time and effort I put into making sure you have a hot meal for dinner every night?"

"I think I have some idea," Christina replied, sensing the game her mom was playing and refusing to take the bait. "Come on, Mom. Dad's been working hard all day, too, and we've been fooling around all afternoon. Don't we owe him a little relief?"

Despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, a hint of a smile started creeping in around the edges of Diane's mouth. "Well... Okay," she said. "But I'm all fucked out, so you're going to have to do all the work."

Christina clapped her hands and rubbed them together, a mad gleam of excitement spreading across her features. "Yay!" she exclaimed before leaning down to plant a grateful kiss on her mom's lips. Turning to her father, she gave him a quick once over and said, "Why are you still dressed?"

Ray just smiled and said, "Good question."

Before he had a chance to actually do anything about it, though, Christina was in his arms yet again, nuzzling her naked body against his and kissing him frantically. Ray did his best to perform double duty, using one hand to unbutton the rest of his shirt and using the other to rub and caress his daughter's naked body.

With his shirt finally untucked and carelessly discarded on the kitchen floor, he went for the button and zipper of his pants, but not before he felt his daughter's hand worming its way into his waistband. A grateful sigh escaped his lips when he felt her slender fingers finally take hold of him.

Turning her head, Christina cast another playfully innocent smile at her mom and said, "Wow, Mommy. I think, Daddy's really excited to see us!"

"I'm always excited to see my sexy little girl," Ray replied, as he finally managed to unfasten his slacks and push them down. His underwear came next, allowing his cock to spring free. Naturally, Christina wasted no time in reaching down with her free hand to fondle his heavy balls while the other continued milking his turgid prick.

Diane had been fantasizing all day about Christina and Ray's sexual escapades, but the images she'd formed in her mind couldn't hold a candle to the reality of seeing her husband standing in the middle of the kitchen, his pants pooled around his ankles while their daughter gave him an enthusiastic handjob. Despite having just recovered from a powerful orgasm, the mere sight of her two loved ones doing something so completely taboo made her breasts and pussy ache for attention. Moving with a mind of its own, one of her hands made its way between her splayed thighs. Her fingers dipped between her inner-lips, drawing her feminine lubrication and spreading it over her labia and rapidly swelling clit.

"God... You two are so fucking sexy together," she moaned, drawing smiling glances from both of them.

"Thanks, Mommy," Christina replied.

Before Diane or Ray had a chance to say anything further, Christina dropped to her knees. She made sure to sit in profile, so her mom had a crystal clear view of her tongue as it snaked out of her mouth and traced a slow, path up her father's cock before swirling around his pee-slit. She purred as the musky taste of his masculine secretions hit her taste-buds.

"Oh, Fuck!" Ray exclaimed, his knees nearly buckling beneath him as he felt his daughter's warm, wet tongue bathe his manhood.

Diane, too, let out a low, excited moan as she watched her daughter's mouth open wide and take several inches of her husband's lengthy cock between her lips. Christina had always been a daddy's girl, and Diane had seen that same look of pure love and devotion in her daughter's eyes so many times before. She could hardly imagine anything more erotic than knowing that her daughter was expressing that love and devotion by licking, kissing, and sucking her father's cock.

Christina, for her part, was really getting off on the idea of putting on a filthy, incestuous show for her loving parents. Though she could only see her out of the corner of her eyes, she could hear her mom's heavy, panting breaths and moans of arousal. Above her, Ray smiled down at her, his face a mixture of pride and disbelief that his young daughter was really down on her knees, sucking his dick like a cheap whore. The feeling of having her mouth stuffed full of her dad's dick was exciting, but really, it was the thought of him sitting at work all daydreaming about fucking her that made her pussy leak and her nipples harden. She wanted more than anything to help him fulfill every last one of his filthy, incestuous fantasies.

As much as Ray was enjoying the exquisite pleasure of having his dick shoved halfway down his daughter's throat, he knew that if this kept up for much longer, their fun would end a lot sooner than either of them hoped it would. With a gentle tug on her shoulder, he pulled her back up on her feet. At the same time, he finally took the opportunity to kick off his shoes and step out of his crumpled slacks.

"Did I do something wrong, Daddy?" Christina asked, biting her lower lip and staring up at him with wide, vulnerable eyes.

"No, Pun'kin," he whispered. "You were perfect, but now it's my turn to make you feel good, too." With that, he mashed his lips against hers and swirled his tongue around in her mouth. As they frantically made out, Ray slow-walked her closer and closer to the kitchen table, until her tight little ass was resting right on the edge, directly next to Diane's face. Finally Pulling away from their kiss, he turned and flashed his wife a salacious grin before shoving his hand between Christina's legs and roughly cupping her mound in his palm.

"Oh! Yesssss!" Christina hissed, as she bent her knees, trying desperately to push as much of her crotch into her father's palm as she possibly could.

Ray responded by dragging his fingers through her moist slit, putting extra pressure on her clit as he passed. Christina let out a ragged moan, and her tongue lolled out of her head as her father brought his slick fingers up to his mouth to taste her creamy essence. A funny, mildly confused look crossed his face before resolving into a knowing smile.

"You've been naughty while Daddy was away," he said.

Christina blushed and nodded. "Danny came over to play this afternoon."

"It seems like the two of you did a little bit more than just play."

Christina grinned back at him and said, "It wasn't just me — Mommy played, too."

"Well, it sounds like you three had quite the afternoon," Ray replied.

"Oh! We did!" Christina replied. "And I also got to learn a dirty secret about Mommy!" she added, casting a quick, devious smile in her mom's direction.

Ray's eyes narrowed into tiny little slits. "Oh did you, now. And what secret would that be?"

"I don't know if I should say... Mommy probably wouldn't like it if I told you," she said, acting as if her mom wasn't sitting right next to them.

"I think you better tell me. You know there are no secrets in this family."

Christina pretended to hesitate a bit longer, staring down between her legs and idly shuffling her feet before finally looking back up at her father and saying, "Okay." She leaned forward, making a big show of putting her mouth to Ray's ear. "I think that Mom wants to have sex with Johnny," she whispered, making sure her voice was loud enough for Diane to hear.

Ray gasped, but not from surprise. The fact that his wife was desperate to fuck their son wasn't news to him, but there was something strangely erotic about hearing it directly from his daughter's mouth. Knowing that she was saying it for the sole purpose of turning him on made it all the more arousing.

Turning to face his wife, he said, "Is this true, Diane?"

Diane just smiled and said, "Welllll —"

"— It is true!" Christina interjected, relishing her role as the family tattletale. "When I came home from school, she was playing with Danny in the living room. She had his thing in her mouth, and —"

Ray put a finger to her lips, silencing her in an instant. "First of all, you know it's rude to interrupt your mother. Second, didn't we have a talk last night about using big-girl words?" he said, doing his best to maintain a stony expression, even as the corners of his mouth turned up into a tolerant smile.

"Sorry, Daddy," she mumbled. "Mommy had his cock in her mouth, and —"

He silenced her yet again. "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to her."

Christina couldn't hold back an impish smile as she turned to Diane and said, "Sorry, Mommy."

"It's okay, sweetie," Diane replied, her voice sounding kind and motherly even as she kept rubbing her fingers back and forth through her frothy slit.

By that point, Diane was well on her way to a self-induced orgasm. Hearing her husband talking to their daughter in the same fatherly tone he'd used when she was a little girl, and seeing Christina play right along was almost unbearably exciting. Now her daughter had found a way to bring her into their sexy little game, and she couldn't have been happier.

"What I was trying to say was that It's true," she said between panting breaths. "I do want to fuck John — I want to fuck him really, really badly. I was sitting here all alone, horny as hell thinking about fucking my little boy, so I called up Danny and asked him to... well, to pretend to be John for an afternoon."

A week ago, Ray would have been shocked and horrified to hear that the woman he'd been married to for over twenty years had been fantasizing about sleeping with their son. Now, the mere thought of his son's muscular, young body mounting the love of his life and pumping a load of cum into her warm, motherly cunt was mind-numbingly erotic. The fact that Diane had every intention of making that fantasy a reality made it even more so.

Apparently reading his mind, Christina reached down and wrapped her fist around his erection. "See, Daddy. I told you. She really does want to have sex with Johnny. Isn't that nasty?"

"It sure is, Pun'kin," Ray replied, as he drew his eyes away from his wife, who hung limp in her chair. With a salacious smile, he locked eyes with Christina and said, "But it's exciting, too. Don't you think?"

Christina bit her lower lip and nodded. "I get all fuzzy and tingly inside whenever I think about it."

"Me too, baby," he said as he reached forward and palmed one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. Turning back to face Diane, he added, "And I know it would make Mommy so happy to see you and your brother kissing and loving on each other, wouldn't it, honey?"

"So happy..." Diane said, her voice coming out in a husky moan.

Christina's eyes sparkled with interest and her grip on Ray's cock tightened. "What about you, Daddy? Would you like it if I did nasty things with my big brother? Would it turn you on to watch me suck Johnny's cock and let him put it in my tight little pussy... or how about my ass?"

A thousand filthy images flooded into Ray's mind, each one more arousing than the last. Unable to hold himself back for a moment longer, he grabbed Christina roughly by the hips and turned her around so they were both facing his wife. With his knees pressed against her inner-thighs, he insistently nudged her legs farther apart, widening her stance until her tight little ass was pointed directly at his straining cock. Like an animal claiming a mate, Ray hunched his back, slotted his big mushroom head against his daughter's warm, wet slit, and pushed forward, grunting and moaning as the tight walls of his daughter's cunt enveloped him.

"Does that answer your question?" he whispered as he held her body tightly to his own, corkscrewing his cock deeper and deeper into her clutching depths.

"OH! Daddy... YES!" Christina cried, not so much in answer to his question, but rather from the overwhelming pleasure of having his full length sliding filling up every spare inch of her cunt.

In that particular moment, Christina couldn't imagine anything nicer than the feeling of her father's arms wrapped around her waist, his cock sawing in and out of her dripping hole. Another guttural groan escaped her lips as his hands moved higher until they cupped her girlish breasts. He squeezed her sensitive tit-flesh gently at first but quickly grew more aggressive. Within the space of a few deep, panting breaths, Ray's rough palms were mauling his daughter's chest, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples and leaving red marks on her pale, freckled skin.

She howled in exquisite agony as Ray used her body as his personal fuck-toy. Her vision started to blur, and her knees threatened to buckle beneath her, but he held her steady, sliding in and out of her with desperate intensity.

The world seemed to come in and out of focus as waves of intense pleasure crashed against her senses, but in a moment of rare lucidity, she locked eyes with her mom, who seemed equally dazed by what she was seeing.

Diane could hardly believe that somehow, the incestuous acts being performed right in front of her were really happening. Her husband and daughter looked unbelievably sexy together. Ray's six-foot frame towered over his daughter's petite body, making her look small and vulnerable as he slammed into her with the force of a freight train. She knew from experience how nice it felt to have that long, cock prodding deep into her cunt, and she felt a phantom sensation of fullness every time she heard the wet 'schlick' sound of his cock bottoming out in their daughter's pussy.

"He's so good, Mommy," Christina moaned. "Daddy's fucking me so hard... So deep..."

He was, too. From that particular angle of entry, Ray's cock slid easily into the deepest recesses of his daughter's cunt, his spongy cock-head producing a mind-numbingly pleasurable sensation every time it mashed up against her cervix.

Diane couldn't take it any longer. As much as she was enjoying the show, she just had to be a part of it. With her eyes still locked with Christina's, she rose out of her chair and pressed her naked torso against her daughter's body.

"MmmmmmMommmyyyyy..." Christina moaned, her mouth hanging open in a lust-induced stupor as Diane kissed her. She hungrily sucked her daughter's lips and tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste of her own femininity on her daughter's lips. Other than her moan of approval, Christina seemed insensible to anything other than the feeling of her father's dick ramrodding in and out of her excited twat.

That all changed when Diane reached a hand between them and started tracing her fingers down Christina's abdomen. She let her hand rest on her daughter's abdomen for a moment, enjoying rhythmic tension and release of her abdominal muscles before snaking her fingers lower, past her bristly mat of pubic hair and down to her swollen little clit.

"Eeyaghh!" Christina screamed when she felt her mom's thumb rub directly on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her whole body bucked and heaved in response to the almost unbearable sensations swirling through her body.

Christina was the meat in her parents' incestuous sandwich, and she'd never felt more loved. With her father's fingers pulling on her nipples, his cock massaging her g-spot, and her mom's thumb masturbating her clit, nearly every pleasure center in her body was firing at full blast. The only thing that kept her even a little bit grounded in reality was the warm, familiarity of their bodies pressed up against her own as they wrapped her up in the most intensely erotic hug of her life.

When her inevitable orgasm finally hit, her parents held her jerking, trembling body in their arms as Diane whispered loving encouragement in her ear. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Let it all out. Let Mommy and Daddy make you feel good."

Christina's only response was a few breathy moans as she buried her face in the nape of Diane's neck, nuzzling her Mom's flesh and riding out the roiling waves of unspeakable pleasure.

Ray watched with rapt fascination as his wife held and comforted their daughter through her orgasm, but he didn't stop fucking her. As Christina's trembled and jerked between them, he kept sliding his long cock in and out of her body with steady, deliberate strokes, making quiet grunting noises as her slippery hole tightened around him. Every bump and ridge inside of her seemed to drag against him in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper into the pulsing, molten hot core of her sex.

Diane smiled lovingly up at him, her sea-green eyes wide with lust. He couldn't help but be struck by just how much he loved the beautiful woman he'd chosen to dedicate his life to and who had brought him so much joy over the years. It was strange, but somehow, even with their daughter's quivering body between them, he felt closer and more connected to his wife than ever before.