Lena melted into her touch, arms limp at her sides as she surrendered to the pleasure, and gasped, “s… since… since Christmas.”
“Oh my God, that’s so long!” Stacy teased. “You must need it really bad.”
“Yes!” Lena blurted.
Don could only watch from across the table as his daughter manipulated her mother’s cunt. He knew that, physically, he could get up and put a stop to it, but he wouldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t. He knew what was going to happen when Stacy got this way, and he wanted it as much as Lena, even though he hated himself for it.
“I can make you cum really good, can’t I?”
“Yes!”
“You remember just how good, don’t you?”
Lena nodded as her hips bucked in the chair. She needed this so badly!
“Trevor’s going to leave, and we’re going to be all alone. I haven’t taken care of you since I got back, have I?”
Lena shook her head.
“You’ve been thinking about it, though. You’ve been wanting it. You’ve been taking care of daddy, but you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”
Lena nodded, and Stacy turned her mother’s wild eyes toward her own. She kissed her sexily, and from the corner of her eye she could see her father’s hand drop to his crotch. Stacy continued to make out with her mother as he watched, rubbing his hard prick.
“Do you want daddy to push his cock into you?” Stacy asked.
Lena shook her head quickly.
“Why not? I thought you wanted to cum so bad?”
“I don’t… I don’t deserve it…” she hissed, and flushed red from the shame, her pussy pushing against Stacy’s hand.
“He’s a big, strong man with a fat cock, isn’t he?”
Lena nodded, unable to look away from her daughter’s eyes.
“He deserves to have good pussy, doesn’t he?”
Lena nodded and tried to get Stacy’s fingers into her cunt, but she just kept teasing, brushing, backing off, keeping her on edge.
“He deserves to fuck hot, young pussy that will do all the dirty things his bitch wife won’t, doesn’t he?”
“Oh, God!” Lena panted.
“Say it, and I’ll let you cum.”
“I’m a bitch wife,” Lena panted, “and he deserves… he deserves good pussy!”
“Good girl.”
Stacy kissed her again and pushed her fingers into her mother’s wet hole, grinding her thumb against her clit until Lena squealed into her mouth and had a violent, hip-bucking orgasm. It had been months, and she was absolutely desperate for it. Even if her husband had fucked her, which he wouldn’t, she wouldn’t have cum the way she had learned to do for Stacy. She was a slave to Stacy’s humiliation, her manipulation, the way she demeaned her and took control of her. She was her daughter’s toy.
Stacy backed off and pulled her fingers from her mother’s sucking cunt. She extended them across the table to her father, but he shook his head. Stacy laughed.
“Oh my God! He doesn’t even want to taste you after 6 months with no pussy.” Stacy hissed.
Lena lowered her head in shame, then Stacy put her fingers into her own mouth and sucked them clean. She rose, crossed to the other side of the table, and made out passionately with her father. Lena watched his hands eagerly cup Stacy’s ass and caress her back. Her daughter’s hand fell to his cock, and she listened to Don groan appreciatively as Stacy played with his package. Then she broke the kiss and slapped her father’s hand away from her ass.
“You’re such a pervert, dad. Don’t fucking touch me.” she said, and slapped his face.
She left the room, leaving her horned up parents in a state of sexual frenzy. Stacy climbed the steps and met Trevor in the hallway as he was headed for the door. He nervously fidgeted as she approached and gave him a sisterly hug.
“Have fun at the movie.” She said and then went to her room.
Trevor released a breath and hurried down the stairs and out the door. Stacy took her time, selecting the right look. The last few days of working on Trevor and Mary had left her in a sexual frenzy, too, and she needed to do something more about it than a dildo. That was only useful in a pinch. It didn’t satisfy her need, though. Dildos didn’t look at you with awe and terror as you used them. Only people did that, and that was what she needed.
She found her parents in the living room. Her father was in his big chair, and her mother was on the couch. Stacy smiled at the wedge she’d driven between them. Before she’d completely upended their marriage with her predatory teasing, and ultimately seduction, they’d have been curled up on that couch together. Now, though, her dad didn’t think of his wife as a sex partner, or even someone to be intimate with. She was more like a roommate. He still loved her, and she was a wonderful person. She just wasn’t someone that he wanted to fuck. She couldn’t fulfill the need that Stacy had instilled in him.
Of course, it had taken time. She’d had to lay a lot of groundwork to make her parents view her as a sexual object, instead of their daughter. A lot of teasing, innuendo, research, the right porn left in the right places, at the right time, and slowly their perspective had changed. Now, she owned them both, and that was her own addiction.
That look of worship on their faces as she entered the room sent a thrill through her. Those wide eyes, the eager anticipation on their faces, even as their minds struggled with the fact that what they were doing was wrong on every level to the outside world, but they were slaves to the animal passions Stacy had awakened in them. They were her slaves.
Lena’s eyes wandered down Stacy’s body, that tight, 20-year-old piece of insanely gorgeous ass with a mind that was geared only toward seduction and destruction. And, oh, was she good at it. She remembered, every day, how Stacy manipulated her mind and body to bring her pleasure like she’d never known from any man. She’d caved much faster than her husband, she thought with shame as her pussy tingled, but she didn’t care anymore. She’d lick Stacy’s asshole, take the abuse and demeaning dirty talk. For months now, she’d only pleased her husband with her mouth, and then only while he watched recorded sessions of himself and Stacy fucking.
He’d blast his hot jizz down her throat, while he moaned out Stacy’s name, imagining that it was his daughter’s warm, young pussy that he was shooting into. Her mouth was just a hole for him to empty his balls into, a receptacle until he could get his cock back into something worth fucking. Stacy had put those words into her head the last time she’d been home, and they came back to Lena now as her daughter slid into her arms on the couch and petted and pawed at her.
Don slid his pants off and watched the two women writhing in each other’s arms on the couch. His wife moaned into Stacy’s mouth as their daughter kissed, licked, stripped, fingered and sucked at her, discarding her clothes until Lena was naked and willingly spreading her legs for Stacy’s tongue. He stroked his hard member while Stacy worked her under-sexed mother into a state of such arousal that she was practically drooling on her own tits. Occasionally, Stacy would stop and whisper things to her mother that Don couldn’t hear, but knew were utterly depraved, worming their way into his wife’s brain and furthering Stacy’s hold on her.