The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales 5

The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales, Ch. 5 of 5
by KwikSylvia

Rachael – August 27, 2016 3 a.m.

I couldn’t sleep. Too many memories, too much sadness, saying goodbye to the old house. And re-living my “treat” with my parents? It had churned up enough lust to melt iron.

Also, Nicky, my darling brother. He’d had his own experiences in the detached garage, but would I ever hear any more about them? Mom had said all children need different things. So what had Nick needed?

Just the idea of him rubbing his cock with Mom and Dad in the garage made me want to jam my fist in my cunt. It made me want to finger fuck my asshole and lick off my juices.

I tossed, turned, until finally I knew what I had to do. I crept through the house, knowing which steps would creak, knowing how to get out of the door silently. Yes, as a teenager I’d masturbated with my parents, but they’d made it clear. What happened in the garage, stayed in the garage, and outside of that sacred space, they were just your typical overprotective, nagging, pain-in-the-ass parents.

I got outside and made my way to the garage. I was only wearing one of my husband’s Dave’s t-shirts and that was it. I wanted it off me and I wanted to writhe around in the filthy garage one last time.

The hinges creaked as I opened the side door.

A voice hissed.

I stepped inside, not quite sure knowing which of my horny parents I’d find. Or if I found both of them.

It was dark, hot in the garage like always, and the smell was familiar, sawdust, oil, dirt, and wet, steaming pussy.

My mom. My mom was in the garage, rubbing her cunt.

“Mommy?” I whispered, using my own name for her, my secret dirty name.

“Yes, princess,” she said. “But you can’t be out here. I’m too old now, and you won’t want me. So go back inside. Please.”

The moonlight fought past the grime of the windows and created a silvery glow. But what I wanted in there, I wanted to see. It had started with porn, dirty pictures, naked straining tits and wide-open gushing snatches. I wanted to see my Mom’s pussy again, after twenty years of fantasy. And I wasn’t teenager anymore. I was a grown woman.

Dad had a little light on an extension cord. I clicked it on. The weak light showed my mother, in her nightgown, her nipples very hard.

She watched my eyes go to her tits, and she turned away. “Rachael, you have to leave. Remember all those things I said to you? There’s a reason for the incest taboo.”

Like twenty years before, my breathing became labored. My mouth went dry even as sweat dripped from my armpits and my pussy, my pussy was leaking and swelling up. My clit brushed my nightgown and I wanted to explode.

I approached her from behind. I looked down, but I couldn’t see her ass, it was lost in the shapeless nightgown.

My t-shirt went over my head in a swoosh. I dropped it. I was naked. I wasn’t the pink-nippled narrow waisted waif with the curvy ass and bright innocent face. Now, I was in my late thirties, Lily’s baby weight still around my middle. My nipples had turned brown after I’d nursed both my daughters. I’d delivered them vaginally, so my cute little pink hole was now a woman’s hairy cunt and even my asshole had changed, darker, more pronounced, from Dave ass fucking me on special occasions, year after year.

I had a little wobble to my arms, and my skin wasn’t as tight and glowing. But dammit, I was a woman, and with age comes power.

I circled my arm around Mom, pulling her too me. My hands cupped her tits and I felt the nipples hit my palms. “Everything you said was right, Mom. I needed to be pushed out of the nest. I needed to enjoy my sexuality away from you and Dad. I might not have met Dave and created the wonderful life I have now. You denied yourself for my benefit, like the best parents do. But now? Now, I want you. All those things we couldn’t do before, because I was too young, now we can do because dammit, I’m nearly forty. And who fucking cares about morality and all that bullshit? It’s all so hypocritical. I’m nearly forty, you’re in your sixties, and we’re beyond all that now.”

She grabbed my hands on her tits, and I thought she’d pull them off, spin away, and run, but she didn’t. She relaxed into me. “Are you sure, Rachael?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I’ve waited long enough. I’ve followed your rules, got my gold stars, and gave you two normal grandchildren. It’s time for another treat. A treat for me, and a treat for you.”

“What about Dave? What about your father? Aren’t we cheating on them?” Mom asked.

“Dave knows all about my perversion. I lie about him and some other stuff on my website, just to keep things different from my normal life, to explore sides of me I couldn’t, but Dave is going to fuck me hard after he hears how I fucked my own mother.”

“And your father?” Mom asked.

“He can be pretty black and white, which is why I’m not sure he could handle what we’re about to do. But you and I, we can hold the paradoxes inside. We’re different.” I gripped my mother’s tits harder. I then leaned in and licked her neck.

She moaned. One hand dropped down and I knew where, to her horny Mommy twat.

“Look at it this way, Mommy. Daddy went behind your back to masturbate with me and come on my slutty asshole. You can go behind his back for this.”

“Okay, baby. Okay, we’ll fuck. But only in this garage. Once we move, no more.”

I thought about when I had to fly home. “Today is Friday. I leave on Monday. That means I have three full days to fuck you in here.”

“Fridays,” Mom whispered. “Always Fridays. I missed a lot of X-Files because of you.”

“And I don’t care one bit.”

Mom pulled up her nightgown. She had a finger on her clit, while pinched her nipples through her dress. “Suck on my neck,” she whispered. “I was so close to coming when you came in. I couldn’t stand it. Daddy was sleeping, but Mommy wanted garage time. I wanted you to find me here. I wanted you to come and fuck Mommy.”

“Bend over, bitch!” I pushed her over. “If you want to get fucked, Mommy, I’m not going to let you rub your own clit. We jerked off together already. I want to taste you. I want to taste every part of you.” I dropped to my knees behind her.

I had never been famished, never been so horny, in my entire fucking life.

She pulled the nightgown over her head. She braced herself on the workbench, her ass in the air. I could see it all.

“Your Mommy tits are still so sexy, so big, so full. And your nipples so hard.”

She grabbed her belly, embarrassed. I reached between her legs and shoved them away. “I like Mommy’s belly. I love her stretchmarks. You got them from Nicky and me, Mommy. But I don’t want you grabbing your belly. I want you holding your ass open for me.”

She reached back, her shoulder hitting tools. A screwdriver fell next to me. I thought about jamming the handle end into my cunt, but I needed to focus on her. However much I wanted her mouth on me, I knew Mom needed it more. She’d been grown when we had our time together, and I knew, she’d denied herself for decades. But her patience was about to pay off.

She spread her ass. Her cunt gaped. The brown pucker of her asshole stretched. I didn’t pause. For the first time in my life, after countless fantasies, I slide my tongue into my mother’s pink cunt. My nose brushed into her butthole. I sniffed, bringing her ass smell into my senses, and my tongue, tasting the sweet saltiness of her cunt.

“Lick it, baby. Lick Mommy’s pussy. I’m a whore, Rachael. I’ve wanted you to tongue fuck me for so long. I used to wake up at night, come in here, and babble about you sucking your mama’s pussy. Suck it and it fuck, baby. Suck and fuck Mommy.”

I drew back, licking her from her clit, up her slit, to her butthole. Her pucker gave way, and she must’ve been playing some really naughty games with Daddy and whoever else because my tongue slipped in without a problem.

My tongue was in my mother’s asshole.

“Fuck my cunt, Rachael. Fuck mommy’s cunt with your fingers.”

I slid one in.

“No, bitch, I need to get fucked. Fuck me.”

I slid another in, then another, and then all four. All four fingers greased by her girl gravy went in without a problem.

I leaned back to watch my hand fucking my mother. I wasn’t into fisting, but four fingers? Sure. I’d done it to myself sometimes.

“Suck Mommy’s asshole, baby. Lick it, smell it, suck it, my butthole. Does Mommy’s butt taste good?”

I went back at it, not answering, but letting her hear my moans of delight. She knew I loved my Mommy’s ass. She’d known it when I was a teenager, my head resting on her ass cheek while she fingered her bunghole, and she knew it twenty years later when I was tasting her dark stink.

I slammed my fingers in and out of her cunt.

“Mommy needs to come, baby,” she squealed. “Can I touch my clit? Can I play with my fat clit and come? I’m such a slut. I’m a fucking grannie whore now, but I can’t stop myself. I can’t stop it. Oh, baby, Mommy needs to come.”

She let go off her ass. I felt her fingers brush my mine when she found her clit. I continued to ram in and out of her while she rubbed, and I knew she was pulling on a nipple with the other. I dove back into her asshole, pushing between the sweaty fat globes of her ass cheeks.

Again, my tongue pushed into her asshole.

And she came. Her sphincter spasmed around my tongue and she did her mommy grunting noises, like a pig in heat.

I withdrew and stood up.

Mom whirled around, her eyes bright and yet glazed with lust. Fear burned there as well, fear of what our family might become.

I took her in my arms, as strong as she was, as tall as she was, equals. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and fucked her with it, fucked her mouth with my tongue like I’d fucked her ass.

Her hands went to my hips, then my own shapely butt, and she pulled me into her.

She broke the kiss. “Mommy can taste my ass on your mouth. I can smell my cunt on my baby’s face. I can smell my cunt on my baby Rachael’s face.”

“You grunt when you come, Mommy,” I hissed back, licking her mouth. “You grunt like a whore pig. Are you my whore pig, Mommy? Are you naughty little Rachael’s whore pig?”

“Yes, baby, Mommy’s nasty, so nasty. I’m a whore pig and you’re my slutty little piglet. I need your pussy on my face. If I laid down, would you stick your cunt on my face, baby? Please? Mommy needs it. I’ll rub my pussy good for you. I’ll come again, so good for you, if you sit on my face.”

I grabbed an old blanket and threw it to the floor. Then I pushed her back. “Play with your clit, Mama. Play with that evil clit.”

She was tweaking her tits, playing with her pussy, and writhing below me. I’d never seen a sexier sight. I was out of my mind with lust, and I needed to come.

“I need to come, Mommy. I need to come on your face.”

I threw a leg around and she was staring up at my gash between my legs. My inner thighs were coated with my girl cum. I’d never been so juiced up in my life.

I could smell it. And I knew she could too. I slowly lowered myself down until I was inches away from her face. Thank God for yoga, pilates, and weight training.

“Please, Rachael. Please. Don’t tease.”

“Can you smell my pussy, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby. Oh God, it’s happening. I’m coming. I can’t stop. Coming again looking at my pretty baby’s pussy.”

She grunted again, playing it up, twisting a nipple and rubbing her clit like she wanted to rub it off. She lifted her hips.

“I do grunt when I come, Rachael. I love it. I love coming. I love my sounds, my cunt, my smells. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

I dropped my dripping, overheated, pussy onto my mother’s face, silencing her talk, putting an end to her grunting, and finally, finally, she got to taste her daughter’s fragrant cunt.

Her tongue pushed past my lips and into my hole. I bounced a few times, careful of her face, but there I was, fucking my mother’s face like a slut. I had grunts of my own. I used my leg muscles to push myself up and away from her.

“No!” Mom shrieked. “I wasn’t done. I need more, baby. Mommy needs more.”

I lowered myself back down, but this time, I didn’t give her my cunthole. I gave her my asshole. Her tongue slid into my butt, far, much farther than I would’ve thought. It was almost like Dave fucking my asshole.

Mom was back to rubbing her pussy, pushing her pelvis into the air, while she tasted my ass.

“Mommy, your tongue is in my ass. Your tongue is in your daughter’s ass. And you’re getting off on it. You are rubbing your cunt and you’re going to make yourself come and all because you are eating my asshole. But I want to fuck your tongue. I want to fuck it like I’m going to fuck Daddy this weekend. You know that’s going to happen, don’t you? Don’t you?”

Again, I used my legs to raise and lower my ass, fucking up and down on my mother’s tongue.

The burning was too much. I fell forward, and finally, gave Mommy my clit. “Suck on my clit, Mommy. Suck on baby Rachael’s clit.”

She drew her lips around my nubbin and sucked. I fell into her cunt, found her clit, and sucked. We were mouths and clits, mother and daughter, mouths and clits and that was it. She gripped my ass, and I grabbed her legs, and she ground her tits into my thighs and pressed my tits into her belly and then I was coming.

The orgasm took me, and Mommy knew how to make it ever better. She pushed two fingers into my cunt, so as I came, I felt her fill me.

“Mommy! You’re fucking me. You’re fucking my cunt. My own mother is fucking my cunt.”

Another orgasm started and it hit me out of nowhere. Back to back orgasms, and I knew what that meant. I’d need at least two more if not three before I ever thought of sleeping.

My mouth fell slack. Drool dripped from my lips and clung to Mom’s pubic hair. Her fingers, so good in my tight cunt, her mouth on my clit, the orgasm seemed to last forever.

I dropped down, my face in her bush wet with my own spit and her pussy juices.

I never wanted to move.

The door creaked open. “Jesus, you guys,” Dad said. “You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I moved my cunt away from my mother’s face, but she too had frozen solid. We’d been caught in our lurid sixty-nine.

“Daddy!” I lifted my head and said in my little girl voice. “Mommy said I’ve been good, and I get a treat. Remember our last treat?”

Dad wore his normal pajamas, baggy nylon shorts and an oversize Harley Davidson t-shirt. I watched as the front of his shorts filled out. I watched my father get hard and he did nothing to cover it up. He looked down, and yeah, he had a little swell of a tummy, but he could still see his own cock.

“Rachael,” he said, and it wasn’t a let’s-play-around type of voice. It was more like a sigh. “We did the one time. I don’t know what you and your mom are playing at out here…but…”

“Doug, this is it.” Mom’s voice spoke from between my legs. I didn’t lift myself off her. I didn’t know where this was going, but I didn’t want to move too much or I might break the spell.

“Doug,” Mom said. “If we don’t do it tonight, we’re never going to do it. Are you really going to say no to the fantasy both of us have shared for the past twenty years?”

“Did you talk about me, Daddy?” I asked.

“Yeah, princess, we did,” Dad said. “Out here, in this dirty ol’ garage, we’d play pretend. Your mom would be you, and sometimes I’d be Nick, and we’d fuck. Do you know what fucking is?” And just like that, Dad was in on it.

“I do, Daddy. I’m thinking tonight you’re going to fuck your little girl.” I eased myself back onto Mom’s face. “Mommy is getting my cunny ready.”

“Is she licking you good, princess?” Dad asked.

“She is Daddy, but we broke all the rules.”

“What rules?”

“No touching. We touched. I fucked her and licked her ass. She fucked me and sucked on my clit.”

He took off his shirt, in that motion, hands going down to his hips and bring the bottom of the shirt over his head. The vegan diet kept him lean and his daily workouts kept him strong. His big Daddy muscles bulged.

“Are you really okay with this, Rachael?” Dad asked, and for a minute, he wasn’t in character. He was asking for real.

“I’m grown up now, Daddy. I’m a big woman, and I want this. I want you.”

Mom moaned and the vibrations fired up through my body. I was getting closer to the edge of coming again. I leaned forward.

“Daddy, remember when I smelled your balls before? Remember when my cute little face was so near your cock?”

Daddy dropped his shorts and underwear and came forward. He raised his cock, which looked just the same. He lift his shaft and showed me his veiny, hairy balls.

I pressed my nose into them, touching them, nuzzling them with my face. From the first time I’d seen them, I’d wanted to touch them and kiss them. Testicles are so foreign for us girls, such a big package between men’s legs. Women’s privates are so tucked in and clean, not dangling and flopping around.

“You like the way Daddy smells?” Dad asked.

“Fuck!” I said loudly. “Fuck, yes. I love my daddy’s sack. I’m going to suck them, Daddy. I’m going to suck on your balls.”

I sucked one, then the other into my mouth, gently, because men are so sensitive there. My nose was so close to his skin, so close to cock, I could smell him so well. His sweat, his musk, and then I pushed my face forward even more, into the soft hair under his balls which led to his asshole. To my daddy’s asshole.

I sniffed and I let him hear it. I wanted Daddy to know I was sniffing his crack. He didn’t pull away. In fact, he spread his legs and little, and then, I felt him stroke his cock. Would he let me lick his asshole? Stick a finger in it? What did my parents do with Nick in the garage?

But I couldn’t think about that. I pulled back to again sniff his balls, lick them, and again stuck my face so close to his butt. But there was something I wanted even more.

All the while, Mom lapped at my clit. Until I told her in a gruff voice, “Tongue my cunthole, Mommy. Fuck me with your tongue while I get Daddy’s cock ready to fuck me there.”

Dad let go of his cock. It was a dark red color, thick, swollen, ready. “I’m going to suck your cock, Daddy. Have you wanted this?”

“I have, sweetie. If you’re sure, I’ll let you suck on Daddy’s cock.”

“I’m sure, Daddy. I’ve never been so fucking sure of anything in my life. Play with my nipples while I suck your cock. Oh fuck. Oh fuck me.”

Mom’s tongue dug deeper into my hole. Her nose brushed my ass.

I grabbed Daddy’s cock as his arms came down and his hands grabbed my tits. Then, the spongey helmet hit my lips and I sucked the hard, swollen dick into my mouth. Immediately, his pre-cum hit my taste buds. I tasted my dad’s come from the source, finally, finally. I’d spent so many nights wanting this, wanting my father’s cock in my mouth, choking me, dominating my senses, his pubic hair, his sweat, his cum, all that Daddy cum.

With hand on his cock, stroking it, my other hand found his balls, and I touched them, played with them, like I’d always wanted to.

Then I had to come. And I had to come immediately. “Daddy, Mommy is licking my hole, but my clitty is lonely. Can I play with my clit while I suck your cock? I might come. Is that okay?”

“Come on Mommy’s face,” Dad said, gasping. “Come for us, Rachael.”

“Mommy likes to come, doesn’t she?” I asked, giving his cock another slurp. I let it drop out of my mouth.“ She grunts when she comes. I called her a whore pig, and she called me her piglet. It’s hot when she comes, to hear the noises she makes. Do you like it when I come?”

“Yes,” Dad hissed. He squeezed my nipples. Left-handed, I jerked his cock and sucked on his head, while I rubbed my clit. Mom’s tongue continued to fuck my cunt.

“When you come, princess, I’m going to have to fuck you. You know that, right?” Dad’s sweat dripped down on me. He grabbed my head, my hair and started to fuck my mouth like a cunt. “Daddy takes a long time to come, now, and you’re going to get fucked. I’m going to fuck you like you wanted when you were little. Daddy’s big cock is gonna pound your tight, wet cunt.”

I became a piece of meat, for him to abuse, for his cock to fuck, every hole, every part of me. I had wanted him to fuck me. I’d settled for our jerk off sessions, him bending over my open twat like it was an altar, but what I really wanted, all along, was my Daddy’s cock inside the hole he helped create.

I came. My pussy clenched around Mommy’s tongue, and I gasped, squeaking, making noises I’d never made before.

Daddy removed his glorious cock from my mouth, backed up, and snaked his tongue into my mouth even as I came. My mom fucked my pussy, my dad tongue-fucked my mouth, and I whimpered from the sheer nastiness of it.

And I whimpered because I knew what was going to finally happen.

Dazed from my orgasm, overwhelmed, I’m not sure how it all happened, but I wound up on my back, legs spread. Both my parents, Mom and Dad, knelt in front of my pulsating pussy, so wet and so ready for a good big dicking.

And Daddy had the big dick to do it.

“This is what you wanted, Doug,” Mom said. “She’s ready. I’ve sucked it and licked it and she’s never been more open. You’re little girl needs a cock, now more than ever. She needs your cock, Doug. Your big Daddy cock.”

“I do, Daddy, I do,” I wept. “Fuck me. Please. Mommy, make Daddy fuck me.”

Mom laid her head on my belly. “Mommy will sweetie. Mommy will guide Daddy’s dick into your pussy. I’m right here, watching.”

I touched her sweaty hair, and reached and found my hand. She dipped my finger into her mouth. She sucked on it, getting it wet.

“Rub your clit for your father,” she murmured.

I took my spitty finger and slid it to the top of my pussy, to tease my clit with my own Mother’s spit.

Daddy didn’t move, but he was watching me. I closed my eyes. “Please, Dad. I can’t wait. I don’t want to just masturbate in front of you. I need you to fuck me. Please. Don’t do it for you, do it for me.”

If he walked away, I’d be devastated.

“Doug! Now!” For Mom, this wasn’t a request. For Mom, this was an order. She knew how much I needed a cock. For boys, sometimes sex is necessary, but most of the time, it’s all about jerking to squirt. But for girls, when we need a cock, we need a cock, and nothing else will do.

Daddy’s dick touched my pussy lips. I readied myself. It wasn’t going to hurt, but Daddy was bigger than my husband. Not by much, but still, it was a new cock for me. A new experience. My dream come true after all these years.

Daddy’s dick split my lips and his head pushed into my hole.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I said over and over. It was so intense. I didn’t feel like a person right then. I felt like a cunt, one big hairy, juicy cunt, and Daddy was owning me, every part of me.

Farther inside me, farther, farther, so big, splitting me open, until his pubic hair consumed my clit. I didn’t want an orgasm anymore. I’d had a bunch of those already. I wanted a fucking. I wanted him to ram into me.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me as hard as you can!” I screamed it. I wanted the neighbors to hear how much of a whore I was, how much of a sick fucking family we were, how good and right how this all felt. My eyes blinked open. Daddy’s body hung over me. Mommy was to the side, rubbing her clit and toying with one of her big, fat, drooping Mommy titties.

I grabbed Dad’s hair and pulled him down. Our noses touched. Our eyes locked in the weak light of the single bulb lying on the floor.

“Fuck your daughter, Daddy. Fuck me hard. You’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted this, and now I want you to fuck me until I can’t see.”

He eased out, and I thought he wasn’t listening to me, that he didn’t realize I could take a pounding. And then he slammed back in.

“You want it hard, Rachael?” he asked, spit flying from his lips and baptizing me in more of my daddy’s smell.

I shrieked. I couldn’t answer.

He took out his cock and pounded it back into me. “You want it hard, Rachael, you little fucking whore. Answer me! Answer your father! How hard do you want to get fucked!”

He drew back until his head almost left my hole and then he thrust his cock into me, hard, hitting my click, filling my insides. Out he went, almost, his dick growing shiny from my cunt sauce and then back in, owning me, filling me up so perfectly.

“Hard, Daddy! I need a hard fucking. I need it hard, Daddy!”

He pounded me, this big man, so strong, so tall, so relentless. He was breathing hard, and again, every breath brought spit out of his mouth and on to me, and I loved it.

“You are such a fucking whore, Rachael,” Dad said, he started to increase his speed, faster, harder, faster. My cunt clung to him, licked him, sucked him. My cunt was sucking on my father’s cock, bringing it back in before he could take it out.

“Fuck your whore daughter, Daddy. All those boys want their dicks in me, but I only want yours. I only want Daddy’s cock!”

He fell on top of me, his mouth found mine, and we mashed our lips together, I breathed in his breath and he breathed in mine as he took me.

“Fucking whore!” he growled. “Fucking whore like your fucking mother. Mommy and Rachael, fucking slut whores.”

His growls filled my ear.

“And a whore like you, Daddy,” I said. “You like it, Dad. You like fucking your daughter. Are you going to fill me with daddy sperm? Are you going to sperm your little girl’s cunt?” I whispered the filth into his ear.

“Oh, fuck,“ he wheezed, “that’s good. So nasty, so fucking nasty. My little girl’s cunt.”

Those words turned into a howl, deafening me, and I felt him come, I felt his first spurt hit deep inside of me. Then I started to cry because it was happening, my Dad was filling me with his semen, his love, what he’d given Mom to make me and Nick.

He pushed as far as he could go into my cunt, like he wanted to be sucked into my womb, and then he let out a long breath and collapsed on top of me.

“I came in you,” he said, kissing my ear. “Was it good? Did I fuck you hard enough?”

I couldn’t talk. I nodded, and then he must’ve felt the moisture. He lifted himself off me.

“Rachael, baby, I’m sorry,” he said, and I knew, he thought I was crying because I was upset, or ashamed, or that the whole thing had been so awful.

I didn’t look to Mom, and I didn’t stay on my back. Those seconds were critical. I knew Dad was already hating himself for losing control, and I had to save him from his guilt.

I sat up, got to my knees, and took my father’s face in my hands. “I’m crying because I love you, Dad. And when you came in me, I felt a lifetime of your love. All the times when I know you wanted to ride away on your motorcycle and never come back, you stayed. You stayed with Mom, and you stayed with us, and you kept food on our table, and nagged at us to do chores, and you even made me mow that goddamn lawn. But you did it out of love. I felt that love. Yes, it was nasty, and yes, this whole incest stuff can be silly, but I cried because you’ve given me one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, and I can’t thank you enough.”

Dad was kneeling too, and he took me in his arms, and crushed me to his chest. I knew for him that hug, meant “I love you, too.”

Mom came over and gently touched us both, pushing her soft pillow tits against us, and kissing my hair, then kissing Dad. Her hands massaged my shoulders, my back, even down to my butt. The night had cooled, but inside the garage, it was still so hot and sweaty.

“Rachael, baby, did you suck your Dad’s cock?” Mom asked. She’d been under me, maybe she hadn’t seen.

“Yes, Mom, and I loved it.”

“Rachael, princess,” Mom said, “did you let Daddy fuck your pussy.” Her hand dipped lower and she gently touched my pussy lips.

She brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. “You did, baby. You let Daddy fuck you and he came inside of you. I can smell it.” She licked her fingers. “I can taste it.”

I wasn’t sure what game she was playing, but already, I was getting myself ready for one more round. But could Dad get it up again? He wasn’t so young anymore.

Dad had the same thought. “I don’t know, Marjorie, that orgasm took a lot out of me. And it’s been a long week…”

“Doug!” Mom said sharply. “We eat lots of berries for a reason. Increased blood flow. And there is one more hole in this sexy little body that still needs fucking.

Mom turned me around, and before I knew it, I was face down, in the blanket, wet from our sweat and fluids, and my ass was in the air. Like so many times before. This had been my favorite picture in that first magazine Daddy and I had masturbated to. The innocent girl, bravely showing off her holes, so full of confidence.

I cocked my head and stared up at Dad, his sweaty body glowing in the light.

Mom leaned over and took his shrunken cock into her mouth. She sucked on him then let it drop from her mouth. “I can taste our baby’s cunt on you, Doug. You fucked Rachael, and I can taste her pussy juice all along your big Daddy dick.” She shoved his cock back into her mouth.

Dad swayed at her words, his eyelids fluttering.

Mom took another hand and reached under his balls to get to his asshole. I knew what she was doing. My mom was fingering my dad’s butthole to get him hard, for one last round. Yes, he was going to get his dick hard again, and then he was going to fuck my last hole.

“Daddy, open your eyes and look at me,” I said, so open and ready under him. “Remember when I told you to come on my slutty asshole?”

“Yeah, baby, Daddy remembers,” he said.

“Now I want you to come in my slutty asshole. Can you do that for your little girl?”

“How slutty is your asshole?” he asked.

“I make lots of boys fuck it. I love it, but only when someone licks it first. Maybe Mommy might lick my asshole and get it ready. She got my cunt ready, and you fucked it so good and hard.”

Mommy let go of his dick, once more straining and thick, and moved to my ass. She kissed and licked over the cheeks until she found my little brown starfish. “I’ve already licked your ass tonight,” she said to me. “Remember? You were so mean to your poor Mommy, fucking your asshole on my tongue, up and down. I think you’re ready now.”

“More, Mommy. Please?”

She licked it more, showing off how deep she could get her tongue, while Daddy stroked his cock and watched. My whole buttcrack dripped from her spit and daddy’s cum drooled out of my well-fucked cunt. I was so wet and nasty, I didn’t think we needed lube.

And the way Daddy was rubbing his cock, I knew he wasn’t going to last long once he got inside my butt, no matter how old he was.

Mom wiggled a finger into my sphincter, then two. “Oh, Doug, you are going to love our daughter’s ass. It’s so tight, and yet, she’s so big now, she knows how to keep her asshole open. Are you ready?”

“Mom?” I asked.

“Yeah, sweetie,” she said.

“Can you suck my clit while Daddy fucks me in the butt? I know it will feel so good if you do. And I’ll be a good girl. I promise I’ll come.”

“Unbelievable,” Dad said. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

Mom gave my pucker a last lick, then got on her back and slid under me. Her mouth found my clit, but only sucked it softly, gently, getting me ready for my next orgasm.

“I have a slutty asshole, Daddy,” I said. “And you need to fuck it.”

He came forward, grabbed my hips, and then put the head of his hard cock to my spitty, cum-lubed butthole. Mom had scooped up the cum dripping from my cunt to wipe it around my rubbery anal ring.

He used one of his hands to press his cock into the asshole. I knew what was coming. I’d been fucked in the ass before, but never by my big-dicked Daddy.

I relaxed my butthole muscle and took a deep breath. His cock popped in.

“I like it in the ass, Daddy,” I said. “But only when I’m really horny and only when the boy goes slow at first. Can you go slow at first?”

“Slow like molasses in January,” he said, something he always said. Those dumb words, that dumb Dad saying, made it so real. He eased his cock into my butthole some more.

“You’re in my ass now, Dad,” I said. “It’s not Dave. It’s not Joe Kohler, it’s you, my father, in my asshole.”

“In your slutty asshole, princess,” Dad said. And he pressed his knob farther in.

I felt so open, so full, so fucking sexy, with a big cock in my ass and a woman’s mouth on my clit. But not just any cock, but my father’s cock. And not just any woman, by my mother, my prim, church-going mother, who was so much more.

Another inch in me, a little pain, and then I felt his pubic hair on my butt cheeks.

“I’m in you,” he said. “I’m in your asshole. Balls deep, in your asshole, Rachael. Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I said, and I was close to coming, so overwhelmed.

He pulled out a bit, and then pushed back in. “Is this what you wanted when you came out here to the garage tonight?”

Out a little more, back in deep.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m bad. I’m bad for wanting your cock in my asshole.”

Mom must’ve been rubbing her cunt, because she moaned into me, and again, I felt the vibrations.

“You are a bad girl, Rachael. A bad girl with a slutty fucking asshole.” Out more and back in. And I knew what was coming. He was going to start fucking me in hard.

I could take it.

I was relaxed, and beyond horny. When Dave assfucked me, I used my vibrator to play with my clit. My mom was my vibrator. My whore mother, my own personal vibrator. I pressed down on her face.

“Harder, now, Daddy,” I said, prepared.

“If I fuck you hard, I’m going to come. Do you want that? Do you want Daddy’s cum in your ass, Rachael?”

Mom sucked hard, her tongue darted across my nub, again and again. “Daddy, Mommy’s going to make me come. When I come, my slutty asshole will squeeze your dick. My asshole will suck on your dick.”

“Come, you fucking whore. Come, Rachael, you bad girl. You bad girl with a slutty asshole.”

“Slutty asshole, slutty asshole, slutty asshole,” I started saying it over and over and Mom knew, Mom knew I needed one more little push.

She pushed two fingers into my cunt, alongside Daddy’s cock, all the while licking my clit. I was being double-penetrated by my parents. My own parents were fucking both my horny holes.

“My own parents…” I said the words out loud.

And I came, squeezing Daddy’s cock with my anal ring, flooding Mom’s face as my cunt spasmed, pushing more of Daddy’s cum out of my cunt.

“I came fucking my own parents,” I said grunting. I grunted like my mother did, when she came. Like mother, like daughter. Who knew I could make such sounds? But it felt so good I had to grunt. Fuck, if Mom felt like this when she came, she could grunt all she wanted.

Daddy waited for my orgasm to pass, then grabbed my hair. “Now Daddy is gonna get his nut. I’m gonna nut in your butt, whore.”

Grabbing hair, squeezing my hips ferociously, leaving bruises for sure, Daddy assfucked me hard. Pounded my poor little sphincter.

He hit every good part inside me, every little bit of wonderful, and I was owned. Daddy owned my ass, and I wanted him to own it.

I shrieked, I panted, and then I always came back to our words, those two words.

Slutty asshole.

I was a slut with a slutty asshole and Daddy was fucking it.

Mom grabbed my face, and shoved two of her fingers into my mouth. “Taste Daddy’s ass and your own cunt,” she hissed. “You think I’m a whore pig? You grunted like a whore pig when you came. Taste it. Taste your own nasty pussy, you filthy little piglet.”

And like that, I became the submissive and Mom turned dominant.

Both my parents took me, and Daddy, seeing me suck on Mommy’s fingers, tasting myself, maybe tasting his ass stink, it was too much.

He pushed deep into my asshole, and started making whining sounds, as he came in my asshole, a big frothing load.

“Get out of her butt,” Mom ordered. “I want to see it. I want to see our daughter’s freshly fucked ass.”

Dad pulled out and stumbled backward.

And rubbing her cunt, looking at my asshole, Mom came and came hard. She pressed her face into my asshole, into the mess there, and made herself come.

This time she didn’t grunt. This time she screamed.

The next day, I woke to coffee brewing. And bacon cooking. No two better smells to tell you that you are home with the folks.

In most normal houses.

Fully clothed, because what did in the garage, stayed in the garage, I went down to find Mom sipping coffee, surrounded by boxes, looking out the window at the sunrise.

I sat down and looked at her.

In the morning light, her wrinkles seemed to disappear, and she was my mother from a long time ago, a woman who had tried to keep her lust inside of a box. Thank God, I never made that mistake. Thanks to her.

“So,” I said.

“Sew buttons on your trousers,” she said back, such a momism.

“Nick is coming on Monday,” I said.

“Well, actually, he’s on a plane now. Should be in this afternoon. He can help us pack. We have to get those tools out of the garage.”

“Will Nick join us in the garage? I mean, like he did when he was younger.” My question hung in the air, for a long, long time.

Mom’s mouth tried to suppress a smile, but she couldn’t. She broke into giggles. “Here we go. Rachael and Nick. I read on your website all about your thing for your brother. Poor guy, he has no idea.”

“So did he have garage time growing up?” I asked, dying to know.

“Different children need different things,” Mom said again, oh so mysteriously.

“Is that a yes or a no?” I asked, getting a little annoyed.

“It’s a yes, Rachael, but it’s not my place to say more. I will tell you, though, what we did for Nick was just as important as what we did for you. Only, he needed a little more…” Mom paused for a long time. “Touching.”

“Totally unfair,” I said, though not really feeling it. The previous night would’ve made up for anything. I was so sore, so satisfied, but I knew, things were just beginning. That night I was pretty sure I’d be fucking my brother.

“Different children—”

“Have different needs,” I finished for her.

“I won’t say more until Nick gets here. Then you and he can talk in the garage.”

I smiled, a blush on my face, and a little tickle of lust between my legs. “And what happens in the garage, stays in the garage.” Only two days to make as many fantasies as I could come true. Now that felt unfair.

Mom stood up, poured me a cup of coffee, and set it down in front of me.

She leaned against the sink, looking at me with love in her eyes. A mother’s perfect love. “You know, Rachael, this new house we’re looking at, it has a shed. Yes, it won’t be like the garage, but it has promise.”

I grinned up at my mom. “Promise? As in you promise we can do in the shed what we used to do in the garage?”

Mom shrugged. “We’ll see what Nick thinks.”

Nick was coming. I shivered.

I got up and gave Mom a long hug. Again, out the window I looked at the garage, and wondered what else those walls would see in the coming hours.

And what we didn’t do in the garage, it seemed this new shed might hold hope for all of our future lusts.

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THE END

6 thoughts on “The Dirty Daughter’s Garage Tales 5

  1. WOW!!! That was one awful, raunchy, debauchery-filled fantastic story. I hope you didn’t hurt yourself, thinking about, composing and writing it. What about Nick??? Waiting with bated-breath…..

  2. Thanks, Art! I did have some ideas about Nick, but I wanted to discuss them in detail with Rachael. I’m working on a couple of other stories at this point, but I might get back to the garage someday. And is that “waiting with masturbated-breath?” LOL. ;)

  3. I really love how you bring all the sensations of sex into the story. It amazes me how much smell plays a part in hot, filthy, nasty-ass sex. You have a great talent!

  4. Sylvia, your talent with words caress and stroke me in oh so desirable ways. Thank you for this final submission in this intense and loving family story, I look forward to reading all of your writing!
    Thank you for the many orgasms xxx
    Pipi

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