She Started It

"You seem to know what you're doing," Bob noted with a groan.

Angie kept him in her mouth to buy her time to think. "I've done my research. You like?"

"I'm ashamed to admit that I do and that I'm giving in to you."

"It'll be alright. You're not forcing me to do anything against my will." She sucked him for another minute until he stopped her.

"If you're going to flaunt these things," he said, reaching up to undo her tied blouse, "let's see them." Once they were free, he cupped them and gently caressed them. "You get these from your mom."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"As it was meant."

"I love you touching me, daddy." Angie removed her blouse completely. "Does mom satisfy you?"

"Yes, she does. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious. Do you satisfy her?"

"I haven't had any complaints."

"Have you done any other women?"

"That's not very polite question to ask. But, no, not since I've been married to your mother."

"Well, you're about to. How do you feel about that?"

"I would never cheat on your mother with anyone else, but you're a sexy little vixen and I have to admit you're difficult to resist."

Angie pulled his pants and underwear down and off. He sat up with his feet on the floor and she again straddled him. His cock was now resting in the crack of her ass and against her back. She raised herself up enough to move behind his rod. Now, it was nestled between her legs and against her moistened pussy. She cupped the top of it and pressed it more firmly against her, feeling its delightful hardness. She moved it side to side rubbing against her clit.

Both father and daughter moaned.

"That's not bad, is it?" Angie purred.

"Not bad at all."

Angie raised herself again, this time just enough to slide his cock into her waiting pussy. Again, both emitted soft, throaty sounds of pleasure as her vagina sheathed him in its warm, moist embrace.

"Oh, my! This feels amazing!" Angie moaned. It really did. Now, she was certain her mother had been just trying to make Tad feel good. There was no way his cock was bigger than their dad's. It truly felt wonderful inside of her, so much so that she just sat there feeling it pulse. She could probably come from just this.

"Is something wrong?" Bob asked.

"Oh, no, daddy," Angie answered, realizing that he had mistaken her inactivity. "I'm just enjoying having you fill me."

"I thought maybe it hurt from . . . you know—"

"Breaking my hymen?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, don't tell mom, but when I'm home alone, I sometimes sneak in and use one of her vibrators."

"And that broke—"

"Yes."

"Your secret is safe with me."

Angie started slowly rotating her hips as her mother had taught her to do when she was on top. She loved the way a cock felt when it rubbed the walls of her vagina with this motion.

"Mmmmm," her dad moaned. "I like the way that feels."

"Mom doesn't do that for you?"

"Yes, she does, but truthfully, you're a little tighter."

Switching it up, Angie pivoted back and forth, and then alternated up and down. She really did love the way her dad felt inside her. It definitely was different from her brother, and as good as Tad was, she had to admit to herself that her father was better. Of course, the fact that it was her dad certainly contributed to the bias. She couldn't help but throw her arms around his neck and hug him. "I love you, daddy. Please really fuck me."

It was emotional for Bob also. But he never would have imagined his daughter using such language. And yet, there was just something about her he couldn't resist. So, he lifted her off of him and arranged her on her hands and knees, and then re-entered her from behind in the classic doggy-style. He plowed her with moderate strokes.

"Harder, daddy, harder!"

Bob complied.

Angie had already been keyed up and their little repartee beforehand had stimulated her even more, and the fact that it was her dad fucking her all added up to a quick orgasm. "Oh, dad, this is fantastic! I'm already gonna come! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She buried her face in a pillow so she could scream as loudly as she wanted. She climaxed with an intensity she had never before experienced with her brother, or mother. "Oh, daddy, daddy, daddy!"

Likewise, when Bob first noticed that his daughter was dressed so scantily, he started becoming aroused, and their little tickling/wrestling match only served as further stimulation. Then she straddled him and sat on his cock and it was all he could do to keep it from pulsing so she would feel it. But, by then, he was powerless from stopping her from doing whatever she wanted—even though he unconvincingly tried. He didn't want to show too much enthusiasm when she sucked him, but it felt incredible to be in her mouth. And finally, when she slid his cock inside her tight, wet pussy he thought his head would explode. Now, he knew that his dick was ready to detonate. "I'm gonna come!" he mumbled through gritted teeth.

But when Angie felt him start to pull out, she urged, "No, no, come inside me. I'm protected."

And by then it was too late and he blasted her pussy with gobs and gobs of his thick, gooey semen. And he kept coming like he hadn't with his wife in some time. He was pumping so forcefully that much of his jism was being forced back out, dripping down his balls and her thighs. Finally, he felt as though his nuts had deflated and he pulled out and fell into a sitting position.

"That was unbelievable, daddy! I never knew it could be so good. You were spectacular!"

Breathing heavily, Bob grinned. "Thanks, sweetie. You were quite something yourself."

"Do you think the fact that were are daughter and father made it better?"

"No, I don't think that," Bob said to her frown. "I know it."

That brought a wide smile to her face. "Let's do it again."

"Wish I could, sweetie. But the older a man gets, it takes him a while to recharge and I don't think we have time before your mom gets home. You better go get cleaned up."

Disappointedly, Angie complied.

* * *

Angie was so well satisfied that later that night when Tad came to her room, she brushed him off by telling him she was too tired, which was really not far from the truth. She had relived the time with her dad over and over in her mind and couldn't wait for it to happen again.

Tad was miffed because it was the first time his sister had denied him sex in the few weeks that they had been doing it. He went downstairs to the kitchen for a late night snack to compensate, and his mother was still up folding clothes. She could see dismay on his face.

"What's the matter?" Maureen asked.

Not wanting to talk about it out loud, Tad went over to her and whispered, "Angie didn't want to fuck." He said it as though it was a foreign concept.

Maureen shrugged it off. "Well, you can't expect someone to want to do it all the time. Maybe she really was tired, maybe she was on her period, or maybe she just didn't want to."

"Doesn't help me," he remarked, pulling down the elastic of his pajama pants to reveal his throbbing hard-on."

With a smirk and a shrug, Maureen gave the old jerk-off gesture with her hand.

"That's no fun anymore, but I guess I'll have to."

But the sight of his delicious cock was too inviting, so Maureen held up her finger telling him to wait. She walked quickly to her bedroom, peeked in, closed the door quietly and returned. She then dropped to her knees and sucked his dick and balls until he rewarded her with a mouth full of cum. She stood and opened her mouth to show him his deposit, and then before he could react, she pressed her lips to his forcing him to taste his own semen.

Tad quickly pulled away with the most disgusted look on his face as he had no choice but to swallow. He saw his mother grinning as she swallowed and licked her lips as though it was delicious.

"What'd you do that for?" he wanted to know.

"It's part of the experience, son. I think it's hugely erotic, and so will a lot of girls you'll have sex with. Get used to it."

"Oh, boy!" he said facetiously as he trudged away up the stairs to his room.

Maureen couldn't help but giggle as she licked a dollop of his cum from her lip.

* * *

She lay spread-eagled in her bed, the feeling of her dad's massive cock sliding in and out of her filling her with—

Angie quickly opened her eyes as she realized the dick she was feeling was not—

Tad was plowing her as sunlight filled her room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She didn't know whether she was more upset that he was fucking her without asking or that he had ruined her dream about her dad.

"That's what I'm doing."

"Ha-ha," Angie retorted curtly, but with no humor in her voice. "What gives you the right—"

"You guys starting without me?" Maureen asked, entering the room and stripping.

"What are you guys doing?" Angie demanded.

"It's Sunday morning," her mom reminded. "Your dad is off to play golf. It's our regular threesome."

"Dad left already?" Angie asked, not realizing the disappointment in her voice.

Her mom picked up on it but let it go.

"Tad started fucking me before I was awake," Angie reported in annoyance.

"I don't mind being awakened like that sometimes," Maureen said with a grin.

"But I was having good dream."

"What about?" Tad asked.

"Doesn't matter," Angie shot back.

By now, her mom was laying in her bed beside her. "Okay. You want to pass up this opportunity to go back to sleep?" There was some incredulity in her voice.

"I'd like to wake up first," Angie said.

"Fine." Maureen spread her legs. "Come here, Tad."

Tad pulled out of his sister, knee-walked sideways, and stuck his greasy cock covered with Angie's juices into her his mother.

"Mmmmm," Maureen moaned. "Soooo, good. Been wanting this ever since you stormed off last night."

"What are you guys talking about?" a still groggy Angie asked.

"Last night when you wouldn't fuck me, I went downstairs and mom was still up so she sucked me. I came in her mouth, and then she kissed me with it and I had to swallow my own cum," Todd reported distastefully.

That brought Angie to full wakefulness as she envisioned that scenario. "I would have loved to have seen that. I bet it was hot!" But she was also imagining her and her dad doing that.

"See?" Maureen said. "Girls think that's hot." As Angie just laid there with more thoughts about her and her dad, her mom asked, "Are you okay, honey? You seem preoccupied."

"What?" Then realizing that her dreaming might get her into trouble, she said, "Just trying to wake up. Guess I was sleeping pretty soundly." Though she wasn't really in the mood, Angie realized she needed to pretend she was. She didn't do anything with Tad last night and if she opted out right now, they might become suspicious.

"So, are you going to participate?"

Angie grinned. "Only if Tad agrees to swallow his cum again."

"Ugggg!" he growled.

But in the end, he did reluctantly, and it was the only part of this morning's threesome that Angie enjoyed. She joined in and even pretended to have a bigger orgasm than she really did, but after yesterday with her dad, she just wasn't into it.

Of course, she didn't realize that her mom saw more than she thought.

* * *

Later that afternoon, Tad announced that he was going to the library at the university to study and not to worry about him for dinner. A while later, Bob returned from his golf game and hit the shower, and then Maureen said that she was going to do the weekly grocery shopping.

All Angie saw was an opportunity. As soon as her mother departed, she ran upstairs and donned her seduction outfit from the day before, again sans underwear. She then returned downstairs to watch for the right moment. She knew her dad was going to watch the remainder of the golf tournament from yesterday, but he was not in the family room. She checked his office, but finally found him in the kitchen preparing a snack.

Bob was at the kitchen counter, his back to Angie. An idea instantly occurred to her so she entered quietly and eased herself up on to the island counter. She crossed her legs to show as much thigh as possible. "Hi, daddy," she greeted in her best bedroom voice. "Whacha doin'?"

He continued what he was doing and didn't turn around. "Hey, sweetie. Just fixing something to munch on to watch the rest of the tournament."

"I've got something you can munch on." She uncrossed her legs, pulled up her skirt and spread her thighs to show her bare pussy.

Bob finally turned around. He did a double-take, not expecting to see what he saw. He shook his head, realizing that he shouldn't really be surprised. "You're incorrigible."

"I think what you mean is horny . . . for you."

"Why are you so eager to have sex with an older man?" he wanted to know.

"Because a couple of my girlfriends have had sex with their boyfriends and it sounded like the boyfriends didn't know what they were doing," Angie explained.

"I see. And as horny as you claim to be, you've never done it with a boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, so no, I haven't done it with one." She noticed him very casually reach down and adjust his cock. She smiled inwardly that he was getting an erection.

"Why is that? Why don't you have a boyfriend? A girl as hot and attractive as you?"

"I do have some friends that are boys," Angie clarified. "But none that I want to be in a relationship with. I haven't found one who is, you know, mature enough." She reached out and gently pulled him to her. He didn't resist. She wrapped her legs around him, which pressed her naked pussy against his crotch and she felt his penis pulse.

"I guess that's admirable that you know what you want in a boy," Bob mused, "and that you aren't just screwing around with anyone."

Forcing her hand down his pants, Angie latched on to his rock solid cock. He groaned as she tenderly stroked it. "This is safer."

"Can't argue that."

Next, Angie drew back her feet and hooked her toes in his waistband and used her legs to push his pants down as far as she could before gravity took over and they gathered around his ankles. She continued to stroke him making certain to caress his balls. That earned her another moan. With her other hand, she gently grabbed him by the neck and pulled his face to hers. It was a delightful kiss, firm and meaningful; not suck-face like Tad, or tender like her mom. She forced her tongue in. He was receptive, allowing their glossas to dance. Now, throaty musical notes of joy sounded in her neck.

While their lips were still attached, while her hand still held his penis, Angie guided it into her moist vagina. Having had it there yesterday, she knew what it would feel like, knew what she wanted it to feel like, and when it did, all she could emit was a garbled sigh of pleasure.

Bob's groan was a little more guttural, but no less of delight.

Angie grabbed her father's buttocks, pushing and pulling to get the fucking started. Her dad easily got into the rhythm. What was also exciting about both yesterday and today was the locations. Previously, all the sex she'd had had been in her bed or Tad's. Doing it on the sofa and now the kitchen counter lent a new thrill to the experience.

Bob, as yesterday, untied her shirt and spread it apart to play with her tits. He rubbed his fingertips against the flat end of her nipples causing her to shiver and giggle. He then twisted and pulled on them eliciting moans. Finally, she forced his head down to suck them. That was the best, feeling his tongue swirl around her areola and the pressure of his suction.

His big cock filling her was intoxicating with his gentle back and forth pumping. The fit was so snug, she could feel the rim of the head of his penis drag along the walls of her vagina. Nothing she could think of or imagine felt any better. It was so good, she allowed herself to lay back on the counter.

Bob pulled her pussy closer to the edge of the counter for better thrusts, lifting her legs against his chest and shoulders. He took firm hold of her hips for better traction. Each inward push brought a mewling sound from her throat.

What could be better than to just lay here and be fucked, Angie wondered. Without thinking, she turned onto her side. Her dad barely missed a stroke. Her legs together made it even tighter. "Oh, yes," she cried.

Bob lifted her top leg up for something to hold on to. Angie bent her lower leg and wrapped it around his butt.

"Oh, yeah, daddy. Fuck me!"

A man didn't always like to hear his daughter use profanity, but in this instance, it was an aphrodisiac and he fucked her a little harder.

"Yeah, daddy. That's it! Ah, ah, ah," came out on every stroke. "I'm gonna come, daddy. Come with me."

Bob again stepped up his pace to comply. Feeling his daughter's body tighten as her orgasm rippled through it served as further stimulation for him. He felt his balls starting to churn. He tried to hold off because he could see that Angie was having a massive climax as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth gaped open in some odd shape and her fists clenched. Finally, she relaxed and not a moment too soon. He let loose his own barrage, again filling her with buckets of cum as he had yesterday. It oozed back out of her pussy, down her leg and puddled on the counter top.

"Well, well, what have we here?"

* * *

Halfway to the grocery, Maureen realized she had forgotten her list. She remembered most of what was on it, but she was trying a new recipe tonight and there were some items she needed to be sure to get. She cursed at having to go back home.

When she entered the house, she started to call out to let everyone know why she had returned, but she heard the moans and remained quiet. Outside the kitchen, she had mixed emotions about seeing her husband fucking their daughter. There was some anger, but she quickly reminded herself that she was doing the same thing, and with their son, as well. Should she be surprised, she wondered? Knowing her daughter and all that had transpired, she shouldn't be. In fact, she suddenly realized it had probably just been a matter of time before this happened. And it revealed something about Bob to Maureen.

But above all of that, watching the two of them with Angie on the kitchen counter, made the entire scene wildly erotic and served more to arouse her than annoy her. Mesmerized, her hand went into her pants to rub her pussy. Listening to them announce their approaching orgasms quickly brought her to that point, and she came just as they did, the sight of her husband's semen pooling on the counter an added turn-on. She really had to stop herself from going lick it up.

Quickly composing herself, and deciding not to let them off too easily, she said, "Well, well, what have we here?"

It was amusing to see the reactions, primarily from Bob. He quickly pulled out of Angie, his cock shriveling up even quicker. He actually bumped his head on the edge of the counter bending over to pull up his pants. Angie showed surprise, but was more casual about sitting up and pulling down her skirt. Her expression showed some defiance as though she would not be afraid to expose what had been going on among mother, daughter and son.

"She started it," Bob burst out defensively.

"Yes, I did," Angie concurred boldly, certain her mother would not press it.

"Do I not satisfy you anymore?" Maureen wanted to know.

Bob did not see his daughter roll her eyes at the hypocrisy.