Writing it now, I can make sense of it with words, back then it was all feelings. Fucking feelings.
Mum broke our clinch. Took in my Dad and Shah and their slow wanking rhythm. “We’re not going to waste that. Come.” She pulled me forward and pushed me left towards Shah as she knelt naked in front of my naked Dad. I did the same in front of Shah.
Mum took Dad’s cock in hand and then slurped on his balls before sliding her tongue all the way up his increasingly impressive cock until she reached his head. At which point she started feasting with some finesse. The girl had game!
Shah and I looked at each other in equal parts astonishment and admiration of my Mum before I too went down on my man. My fingers found his on the arms of the chair and intertwined. It was just my mouth and tongue on Shah’s cock. I looked over to Mum and Dad. Their eyes were closed, Mum was head down focussed on her needs, Dad had his left hand running through her hair. Mum had her right hand sliding up and down Dad’s chest with each dip and rise of her head on his cock.
Her breasts swung gently back and forth in front of her as she did so, in an almost hypnotism rhythm. I could so easily have been distracted, and noticing Shah’s attention turning towards my parents, I reached up and turned his head back towards me and what I was doing. I pulled on his nipple to emphasise the point.
At this stage I could feel more than sweat running down my thighs, my pussy was secreting even more than its usual amount. Things were as naughty as they had ever been in my life up to then but then they got naughtier. I felt a tap on my shoulder and a whisper in my ear, it was Mum, having scooted over to our chair. “Want to swap?”
Did I want to swap? I was shocked. For about a second. Then desire kicked in, of course I would love to be that intimate with Dad. And because it’s not all about me, I thought Shah would undoubtedly enjoy my Mum’s oral skills too. I took my mouth and hand off Shah’s purple brown cock, gestured it towards her mouth. Mum was already making eyes at Shah, who was leering politely back. “Sure, Mrs. T, I’d love it,” he said.
I looked up towards Dad, he looked regal and yet welcoming, his eyes boring into mine, taking in all of my squatting nakedness just a few feet away from him. He patted his thigh, beckoning me to him. Mum leant back on her haunches and let me shuffle over to Dad, caressing my back as she did so. I paddled on my knees as it were to him, looking at his face all the way. I daren’t think of his cock, I really didn’t. It was just too much. But I wanted it. Oh, I wanted it. I wanted to know how it would feel in my mouth, how warm it would be, how it would taste. Would he come in my mouth?
I was thinking but I wasn’t thinking. I was feeling but I wasn’t feeling. It was almost all too much to process. Right in front of Dad, between his warm legs, the hairs tickling my forearms, I was about to touch the tip of my tongue to his pink-red cockhead when Dad reached down and lifted my chin and gaze up to him. “Are you sure, darling?”
I tasted Mum’s mouth on him still, it made everything even better. I ran my tongue down his shaft, all the way to his balls, and found Mum’s residue everywhere. I wanked Dad’s head with finger and thumb as I went as low and deep as I could to get under his balls and take them into my mouth. First, half of one, then half of them both, my tongue doing the lifting and levering, then all of them. They didn’t all quite fit, but I got a good mouthful. I sucked them in further, my tongue going as far back towards Dad’s perineum as I could. He tasted of salt and batteries and well-done steak, a whole load of umami. I sluiced his hairy balls in and out, rolling them back and forth on my tongue, all the while wanking his cock up and down. My other hand was clenching his chest hair tight; I hadn’t realised.
I looked over to my left to see what Mum and Shah were up to. The table light to my right was giving big shadows behind them, Mum’s head bobbing up and down like a shadow dragon on the far wall. Shah’s eyes were closed. Mum’s eyes were closed. He was gently moaning, letting her do her thing.
Mum’s and my rhythms came in sync, the room quiet except for the slow fan above us, the horny cicadas outside, and the two men moaning and groaning. Dad drank a bit more ouzo. Would his cum taste of it? He ruffled my hair with his free hand. Shah’s hands were hovering over Mum’s head like he was blessing her. Mum looked over at me, her arm draped over Shah’s thigh. She looked into Dad’s eyes. Did her face, in turn, register pride in what was going on? I think so. She definitely looked happy, and caressed Shah’s chest with her right hand.
“Let’s take this further,” she said.
She got up. Came over and kissed Dad long and hard. And pulled me up. Draining her glass of ouzo, and carrying the bottle of mineral water, which she pressed against her engorged nipples to drink of their cold. She led me by the hand, past the living room, past the dining table towards the corridor that led to our bedrooms. Chris’s being at the far end, no light visible from it. I looked back, the men were following, their cocks still bobbingly, deliciously, erect.
We went past our bedroom, to theirs. She lay me down on her wide open bed, and then draped her leg over mine and kissed me. Dad closed the door behind him and turned on the fan. He turned on the bedside light, but put it on the floor so that the light became softer. He knew what he was doing! Mum put out her hand like a traffic policeman, “Hold back boys, I want Andie to myself for a bit. You can play among yourselves if you like.”
Mum’s kisses were, in all fairness to Shah (who was a great kisser), in all fairness to all the boys and men and women I’ve kissed, the very best I’ve ever had. It wasn’t just the lack of stubble or her particular mouth taste that made them different, it wasn’t just the pure unadulterated taboo of it (though it helped!), it was the way her tongue played with mine, the way her lips landed on mine, the pressure, the places, the way she breathed into me, for me, with me, it was love plus sex, it was love plus care, it was love plus Mum. I was her only daughter and she was loving me as a daughter, and as a woman. I responded in the same way hopefully. She was my sexy Mum, who I was having sex with. It wasn’t even a fantasy come true (that was Dad’s domain), it was a fantastic surprise.
Nuzzling my throat, Mum spoke softly into my ear, “you are so loved.” She started suckling on my breasts, as good as it felt, the idea came to me to do the same to her, I pulled her up so that she her breasts hung down in front of me, and I craned up and took a nipple into my mouth. “Oooh,” Mum groaned, “oooh, darling.” Shah and Dad were to the right side of the bed, to my right, not quite shoulder to shoulder but pretty close. I could see Dad’s erection drip. I could sense Shah just wanted to jump in and start fucking and sucking himself, his whole body was practically throbbing let alone his cock. Mum’s arse pouting in front of him couldn’t have helped!