I brought Mum up further. Had her sit on my face so I could taste her. Wow, she was so wet. She tasted of roast chicken crisps. The advantages of an unbushy cunt for cunnilingus were more than apparent. Mum swayed forward and backward, pushing her pussy onto and into my tongue. Blind to nothing but my Mum’s haunches, I reached up and grabbed her tits, squuezing and pulling, tweaking her nips. Mum kept on grunting her pleasure. She slid forward enough for my tongue to go up her arse crevice. Which, while being a little more bitter to the tongue, felt delicious Mum knew just where I was, and made the little adjustments with her hips to keep me there. “Oh, love, sooo good,” she said.
It was only the need to actually breathe that made me reach under her thigh and lift her up a little. “Thank you, love.” She kissed me on the forehead and beckoned the boys forward. She gestured Dad forward. He leant one knee on the bed and pulled my head to his cock. I rolled him around with my tongue. Dad was in a mood to start thrusting though, and I had to be extra careful not to scrape him with my teeth.
Meanwhile, down at the other end, Mum had turned around and with her shins either side of my chest, and her mucusy slit lips and arsehole wagging in front of me, was tonguing and fingering my pussy and sucking off Shah. Whenever she took her mouth off me, she added another finger and went in and out with them.
The cock-sucking of Dad, my head turned towards him, wasn’t working as well as earlier, I wasn’t enjoying it as much for sure, and I knew each of the times his penis met my teeth, it took the edge off his enjoyment. He pulled out. Smiling, he stroked the side of my face. “It’s OK,” he mouthed quietly. With my Mum still in a crouch over me, he pushed Mum’s thigh back so that her bum came within reach of my tongue again. Mum looked back, smiled, and happily started on our 69. Dad too, knelt by the side of my head, and joined in. He focussed on Mum’s cunt from above and below, I used fingers and tongue on Mum’s vagina and crinkly arsehole. Mum sucked in a deep breath when my finger first went into her arsehole, Dad putting his hand on mine as I did so.
“Gently, dear, gentle,” he said. Little did he know how much I already knew about anal play.
Shah had climbed on to the bed, and was kneeling in front of Mum between my legs to give her better access to his cock. He knew as well as I did though that in 69s you can really only focus on one end at time, or rather really feel with one end. It’s either tongue or pussy, the brain just can’t process stimuli from both! And Mum was focussed all on her own pussy and arse, and not mine. His cock and my pussy were too for her much to manage. So Shah had sat himself down between my legs, and lifting my thighs onto his, came forward and slid his cock into me. We’d seen this in a Kama Sutra book we once giggled our way through, marvelling at the flexibility of the princes and courtesans. This one we could do though, I think it was called ‘The Fish’. Having got into a good motion with tongue and pussy at one end, I could now turn my feeling brain onto my pussy, Shah’s cock, and Mum’s tongue which was swirling around right on my clitoris. Any time Shah’s cock slipped out, I could sense Mum taking it into her mouth before pushing it back in to me.
Mum was starting to yelp. And sigh too. With my right hand I clutched Dad’s cock, still sticky from my mouth and wanked him off as well as I could. It was all very good, but….
She flipped her leg over, almost kicking Dad in the head. He grabbed on, and sucked her big toe. They looked into each other’s eyes and spoke in the way only those who’ve been together as long as they had can. They both nodded.
Mum asked him to pass the water, she took a long swig from the bottle before offering it around. Sitting to my left, facing me now, Mum leant over and kissed me, squeezing my boobs as she did so. “I’m going to take Shah, you alright with Dad?”
“I want us to all be together,” I said.
“Of course, love,” said Mum.
She leant back so her feet were at my head, she reached over her and grabbing Shah by the waist pulled him round so that he was now between her legs. I stroked his bum after he came round, he patted my tits and pushed back the hair off my forehead. Dad pulled me up, so I stood at the side of the bed next to him. He kissed me mouth to mouth, like lovers do, and then pushed me down on to the bed. He gripped me around the waist and pulled my arse back on to his cock. My arms were at Mum’s and Shah’s sides as he hovered on top of her, not quite in, cock at the ready.
Seeing Dad fuck me, he lost any kind of hesitation he might have been feeling and slid into Mum, her hand guiding him in. Dad was fucking me hard, I don’t want to say like a whore, because I don’t know how they get fucked but he fucked me like someone who cared only about how far he could drill his cock into me. It was as far from making love as I had known in a long time, and I was loving it. The bed legs screeched as they moved on the tiles, Dad’s thrusts pushing me and the heavy bed forward.
Shah was doing that thing he does so well of keeping up a fast rhythm, pulling in and out, squeezing Mum’s breasts, whispering dirty everythings into her ear. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known…your juicy cunt is getting fucked by your daughter’s boyfriend, you like it don’t you, dirty girl?” Mum was fluttering her eyes, gasping loudly in tune to Shah, kissing him, nibbling his ear, reaching round and pulling him further into her.
Dad had started slapping my bum. Hard. I could take it or leave it most times. This time I wanted it, and with each slap I was conscious of a surge of sexlustlove from my backside straight up to my throat.
In front of me, Shah went on to his hands, push up pose, it was what he did when he could sense the woman under him coming close their orgasm. He said it let him see more, and thus respond better. I brought my head forward and licked Mum’s side, before sucking on her left tit. Mum was close, her hips were rocking back and forth, her breath shallow.
“Where do you want it, Mrs. T?” asked Shah.
“Inside me, inside me, inside meeeee……,” she practically screamed.
She came with a shudder, Shah with a grunt. Mum’s skin flushed from throat to face, her back arched, she brought her mouth into a big ‘O’ as she held her breath before letting it all out in one big release of a sigh. “Oh my beautiful, beautiful dears, how good was that?” She put her arms around my and Shah’s heads and brought them to her face. She kissed us both on the lips, long and lingeringly. When it was my turn, Shah took the opportunity to suck on her left breast. As soon as I could I joined him on her right tit, Mum cradling us both in the crooks of her arms.
Dad hadn’t stopped by the way, he had paused a little while Mum was coming but he was back at it now, each push of his cock into me, pushing my mouth further onto Mum’s tit. I turned to look back at him. He smiled at me, and kind of motioned me to focus on what I was feeling, Mum smiled back at him. Shah’s smile wasn’t as broad but he could certainly admire the sight of his girlfriend getting fucked so well by her Dad. Dad kept on thrusting, and he kept on thrusting. Right after one particular spank, I came, and just let out all my joy and relief and surprise and pleasure into one impassioned scream into Mum’s chest.