Note to All – No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sort of sexual activity in this fictional story. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, nor endorsed by this author.
A Letter to My Parents, Part 7
Me – Sabrina, age 21, 5’7′ 125, blonde hair, blue eyes, 36B-24-34
Mom – Jenna, age 43, 5’8″ 125, blonde hair, blue eyes, 36D-26-36
Dad – Tom, age 43, 6’2″ 195, sandy brown hair, blue eyes
WE PICK UP THE STORY THREE YEARS LATER –
The move to Miami three years ago went off with a hitch. Although it was quite amusing when we met our realtor for the first time.
Dad introduced us as “Hi, my name is Tom. This is my wife Jenna. And this OUR girlfriend, Sabrina.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself and Mom just had a huge grin on her face from ear to ear as she held my hand tightly, our fingers interlocked. We looked at 15 houses over the course of two weeks and, after going through all of the options, pros, and cons, we chose a home in a gated community near Coral Gables and Key Biscayne. It had a pool and we had plenty of privacy so we could continue our nudist lifestyle. We were a long way from where we used to live and we could openly express our love for each other in public without having to worry about being seen or getting asked awkward questions about our relationship.
It was so nice to be able to be out in public holding hands, being affectionate and flirty, and wearing next to nothing when I was out with either Mom, Dad, or both. The only major adjustment I had to make was calling Mom and Dad by their first names in public. They made an easy transition to calling me their girlfriend whenever we met new people. It was so exciting and freeing to be able to express my love for Mom and Dad without worrying about seeing people from where we used to live. Surely, none of them would have ever accepted us or our new lifestyle.
The move also made me a lot more sexual. I always wanted sex with Mom and Dad. And I mean ALWAYS!!!!! If I was out in public, I had on the skimpiest outfits. My pussy stayed wet and my nipples were always hard. I always wanted my face in Mom’s pussy or ass or both and I wanted Dad to make love to me or fuck me and I LOVED having his cock in all of my available openings. On one particular afternoon, I had come back from the grocery store. As I was putting away everything, I could hear Mom and Dad down the hallway fucking in our bedroom. I walked to the bedroom and, as soon as I saw Dad fucking Mom from behind, I pulled the one string holding my sundress on my body and let it fall to the floor.
Dad looked at me, smiled, and said “Stay right there love. Your Mom and I have a surprise for you.” They both got off the bed and Dad walked toward me and kissed me while Mom went into the oversized walk in closet to retrieve a wooden chair with a soft cushioned seat. I also noticed that she had some velcro strips in her hands. Mom positioned the chair at the foot of the bed and Dad told me to sit. Mom used some velcro to secure my hands and forearms to the arms of the chair while Dad used the remainder to secure my legs, wide open at this point, and feet to the legs of the chair.
I looked at them and asked them what was going on.
“Darling”, Mom began. “Since we have moved to Miami, your Dad and I have noticed that you have turned into a bit of a nympho. So, we decided to have a little fun with it.”
“What do you mean Mom?”
Dad rang in “Honey, your Mom and I are going to cuckold you for a period of two weeks. We are not going to have sex with you at all and you are not allowed to participate in any sexual activity with us at all. You will not be allowed to cum at all. Furthermore, you will be required to wear clothes, to include panties and bra, while your Mom and I will remain nude. Every time your Mom and I want to have sex, you will be required to watch, no if’s, and’s, or butt’s. You will not be allowed any orgasmic relief whatsoever. Whenever you shower or use the bathroom, one, or both of us will watch you to ensure that your hands do not stray to any part of your body that could possibly be construed as sexually conducive to an orgasm. Understand?”
I was mad. I was shocked. I was fucking horny. I wanted, no, I NEEDED to cum. How the fuck was I gonna go orgasm free for two weeks? How exactly was that gonna work?
“Oh” Mom added. “When we sleep at night, you will sleep spread eagle on the bed in the bedroom across the hall and you will be secured to all four corners of the bed so that you can’t cum.”
“WHAT THE FUCK MOM AND DAD!!!!!!!!” I had never been so mad in my life. These fuckers were gonna torment me and torture me by enjoying themselves and my pussy had to go orgasm free for two weeks. Just my fucking luck. I was not a happy person AT ALL!!!!!!
“Any questions?” Dad asked.
“Yes. WHY?” I asked.
Dad responded “Honey, since we have been here, you have become so sexual and your Mom and I wanted to try something new and different to see how you would respond after not getting to cum for two weeks. At the end of the two weeks, if you don’t totally hate us, you will be allowed to resume your sexual ways with us. Any more questions?”
I hung my head with tears in my eyes “No Dad. I understand.”
The next two weeks were torture. I wanted Mom and Dad so bad. I wanted Mom’s pussy and her ass. I wanted Dad’s mouth, cock, and hands on me and in me. Sleeping at night was a bitch. My legs were open, wanting, craving, begging for, demanding, and aching for orgasm. I wanted the physical nature of my relationship with my parents again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I was so fucking horny and wanton for them. When I showered, I wanted to yank the shower head down and pulsate the hell out of my clit to cum but I couldn’t because one or both of them was watching me shower.
I would just look at them with disgust and they would just smile away. The worst was when I was secured to the chair watching them enjoy each other. In the morning times, they would come in the bedroom across the hall from our bedroom and Mom would put her pussy right over my face while Dad fucked her doggy style. I was forced to watch his beautiful cock pleasure Mom’s delicious pussy. I could feel her hair moving across my pubic mound. I could feel her breath on my pussy mound as Dad fucked her. But that was all I was allowed to feel. When Dad was ready to cum, he would put his cock just a couple of inches above my face and Mom would climb on top of me and put her mouth on his cock right next to my eyes and I had to watch his cock pulsate his cum into her mouth. After he dispensed his load into Mom’s mouth, she would look at me, tell me how lovely it tasted, and asked me if I wished I could have some of it. They would release my restraints so I could start my day, mad and horny for two solid weeks.
The two weeks of “No Sex Sabrina” finally came to an end. I was like a possessed slut when Mom and Dad released my restraints and I got off the bed. I grabbed Mom and threw her to the bed, kissing her so hard and passionately. I kissed her whole body, worshiping her like the Queen she was to me. I kissed all of her. I ate her pussy like I hadn’t had a meal in months and I tongue fucked and French kissed her asshole like it was my favorite dessert. I was determined to make her cum as many times as I could. Dad tried to mount me from behind. I pushed him away, telling him I had plans for him after I finished off Mom.
I continued my oral pleasuring of Mom’s pussy, eating her to as many orgasms as she could stand. After an hour of feasting on her pussy and asshole, she finally pushed me away, begging me to stop because her pussy was too sensitive. I sucked on her clit hard one final time before getting off the bed to go find Dad. I found him outside swimming in the pool.
I walked up to the edge of the pool and spoke to him in an assertive voice “Get out of that pool and come fuck your daughter Dad.”
I walked over to the patio furniture we bought a few months ago, specifically the table with the red umbrella covering. I got on the table, propped myself up on my elbows, and moved my ass to the edge of the table. I turned my pussy up to give him easy access and spread my legs like I was doing a split on my back. Dad walked over to me and his cock was hard.
“Fuck me Daddy. I want it hard. I want it fast. I want you to pound my pussy like there is no tomorrow and I want every drop of sperm you have in your balls emptied into my pussy.”
Mom had come outside to watch Dad fuck me. She walked over to where we were. Dad slid his cock into my horny, wet, aching for cock, wanton pussy. I was so wet that he slid in easily all the way to his balls. If I could have physically put his balls in my pussy, I would have. Mom stood close to us watching Dad’s cock fuck me. She took a finger from her left hand and slid it up my ass. She took a finger from her right hand and slid it up Dad’s ass. Mom had found the magic potion with those two fingers. She fucked my asshole and Dad’s asshole with her fingers as fast as Dad was fucking my pussy.
My pussy was soaked, leaking down my ass crack as extra lubrication for Mom’s finger. I was so caught up in the moment that I lost track of how many times I had cum. That is just how wanting my pussy had become during the two weeks of cuckolding my parents had subjected me to. Dad told me he was getting closer. Mom finger fucked his ass harder. His balls were slapping against Mom’s hand as he fucked in and out of my pussy. My clit was throbbing and climaxing. Mom leaned down and sucked on my clit like a piece of hard candy.
Here we were, in the hot Florida sun, sexual beings brought together by my undying love for my parents. We were enjoying this so much. I smiled at Dad. He smiled back at me.
“I love you Daddy. Cum in me. Cum in me Daddy. Fill your little girl up with your hot sperm.”
“I love you Princess. Here it CCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Dad emptied the contents of his balls into my pussy. I screamed out “YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS DDDDDDDAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!”
Mom sucked my clit harder until I came one last time. I was so satiated, so happy, so pleased, so in love. I pulled Dad to me and kissed him. I broke the kiss gently. I pulled Mom to me and kissed her. I looked at both of them after I kissed them.
“I love you both so fucking much Mom and Dad.”
“We love you too” said Mom.
“Yes we do my love” added Dad.
We decided to make our way to the bathroom and shower together, all three of us happy with the events of the day.
FAST FORWARD TWO MONTHS –
Where the fuck was my period? I had missed it by a few weeks in the past when I was stressed out or because of my anxiety, but NEVER TWO MONTHS. I wasn’t feeling well and I wasn’t eating. I had to know if I was pregnant or not but I didn’t want to say anything to Mom or Dad until I knew for sure. I went to the pharmacy and bought three pregnancy tests. I took them three days in a row without saying anything to Mom or Dad. I was nervous. I was scared. My anxiety was through the roof. ALL 3 TESTS CAME BACK POSITIVE! I made an appointment with my gynecologist to get confirmation.
The day of the appointment, I told Mom and Dad I was meeting some friends for brunch. I kissed them bye, told them I loved them, and drove to Dr. Allison’s office in Coral Gables. I went in the building, signed in, showed my insurance information, and sat in the waiting area. I was so nervous that I wanted to puke. My name was called. I went down the hallway to Dr. Allison’s portion of the medical center. The nurse took my vitals, I was asked to pee in a cup and give some blood, and I waited to see Dr. Allison.
I left her office an hour later. I was in tears. They were nervous tears, happy tears, terrified tears, anxious tears. I was having a baby. I looked at myself in my reflection of my car window.
“Sabrina, you’re having a baby.” I said to myself.
I pulled up in the driveway the house. I was bawling my eyes out. “OK Sabrina, get your shit together. You are gonna be just fine. Mom and Dad love you so much. Surely, they are gonna be happy.” I wiped away the tears and did my best to fix my make up.
I walked inside the house and Mom, in the kitchen cooking dinner, sensed something right away. I looked at her and burst into tears.
“Call Dad in here, please Mom. Don’t say anything. Just go get him.” I went to the dining room table, my legs unsteady under me. I had to sit down for this announcement.
Mom left the room and brought Dad back to the dining room table. They sat on either side of me. I was still crying.
Mom asked “Baby what is wrong?”
Through the outpouring of tears, I managed to stammer out that I was pregnant and that I was having a baby and the due date was December 30th. Mom was crying. Dad was crying. These weren’t sad tears. These had now turned to happy tears.
Dad looked at us both and said “I’ve got work to do. I’ve gotta convert one of the bedrooms to a nursery. This is exciting. Princess, I’m gonna be the best Dad/Grandpa to our baby EVER! I love you so much.” Dad kissed me. I smiled him and told him how much I loved him.
Mom looked at us and told us how happy she was that I was pregnant and that she was gonna help Dad get the nursery together. She kissed me and we exchanged “I love you’s”. I went to the bathroom to freshen up, came back to the kitchen, and helped Mom prepare dinner.
I was going to be a Mommy. How cool was that?
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In Part 8, tragedy strikes BUT out of tragedy comes joy.
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