Curious 1

Curious, Ch. 1 of 9
by DirtyMindedMom

Curious Daughter

I lie in bed, ears straining to decipher the muffled sounds. It could be my horny imagination running wild in the late night darkness, or it could be my parents having sex. I press the heel of my hand between my legs to relieve the mounting desire, but it only intensifies it. I know I’m going to do something bad.

I stand outside my parents’ bedroom door. The sounds aren’t so muffled now. They’re having sex. My mom is saying something, moaning, laughing contentedly. The sharp slap of skin on skin. My father making a low, animal noise of pleasure. Real sex, happening right on the other side of the door. The kind of sex I’ve heard about but never known.

What is it like? How does it look? What really happens between a man and a woman? These questions plague me with sinful urgency. I have to know. I want to glimpse the secrets that adults share behind closed doors. I want to understand the desperate feelings that grip me most every night and provoke me to do shameful things to my own body.

My panties drop around my ankles. So wrong. The bed squeaks. What are they doing now? My hand sneaks up under the hem of my nightshirt, finds wetness and warmth. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be in bed. Mom cries out. “Oh, yes!” She’s trying not to be too loud, but whatever my dad is doing is making it hard for her to control herself. It must be wonderful. I can only imagine being part of something so special. Something so intimate.

I’m just inside my parents’ dark bedroom. I twisted the knob so very slowly. I opened the door ever so silently. My bare feet made no noise on the carpet as I stepped in. Can they hear the pounding of my heart? Can they sense that someone else is there? What am I thinking? I must be insane. The distinct noises of frantic sex fill my ears. There’s a smell in the air that I haven’t experienced before. It’s of my father, and of my mother, but different in a way that I’m never supposed to know.

I should leave as quietly as I came, but I can’t make myself do it. Despite the fear and shame, I feel for my clit. It’s hard, throbbing, straining. In the darkness, I can only make out vague shapes moving on the bed. Step by agonizing step I find myself moving closer. There’s an unquenchable needfulness in me that ignores good sense and propriety. I’m violating my parents’ privacy in the most despicable way possible, but somehow I don’t care.

“You fuck me so good,” my mother praises, her voice breathy and moist with lust. “You fuck that pussy so good.” The slap of a hand against what I presume is my mom’s ass follows. Now that I’m closer it appears that Mom is on all fours with Dad kneeling behind her. It isn’t the way I ever imagined my parents doing it.

I’m close enough to reach out and touch bare skin. I could put a hand on my father’s sweaty back, or fondle one of my mom’s dangling breasts. I’m almost a part of it. I’m right there with them in this beautiful moment of carnal union. They’re fucking right in front of me. I can hear them, and smell them, and almost see them. I push my fingers up into myself, pretending it’s me getting fucked so good.

“Who’s there?” My heart stops. My brain stops. Every muscle freezes in terror. Was that my own moan I’d just heard? Was I really that stupid? There’s nothing but silence as I hold my breath, hoping they decide it was nothing and go back to what they were doing. The nightstand lamp flicks on.

My parents are naked, skin glistening from their loving exertions. My mom on her hands and knees, breasts hanging heavily, fat nipples engorged with arousal. My dad behind, on his knees, hands gripping fleshy hips. He’d pulled out of her when Mom reached for the light and so I can see his thick cock standing proud, pointing at me accusingly. It’s wet with my mother’s love juices, dark with angry passion. Their expressions of surprise had not yet been replaced by fury as they gape at their daughter standing at the side of their marital bed with her fingers lewdly buried in her vagina.

“Rachael?” My mom can’t believe what she’s seeing. “What are you doing?” The question had to be rhetorical as it’s quite obvious what I’m doing. Every instinct tells me to run, but I can’t move. I don’t even have the good sense to take my fingers out of my pussy as I stand there staring at my father’s dripping cock.

My mother looks over her shoulder at my father. He considers a moment, then nods in response to her unspoken question. My mom takes my wrist and pulls me onto their bed. I’m incapable of resisting. She lifts my nightshirt up over my head and lays me back onto the pillows. My father pulls my hand away from my pussy, exposing me to his unblinking gaze. He smiles as though witnessing something he has longed to see for many years. I’m small and vulnerable, yet I feel unexpectedly safe in my parents’ bed.

I’m not sure what’s going to happen until my father moves between my legs and leans over me. The head of his swollen cock brushes against my virgin lips. “Put it in,” he tells me, his voice soft but firm. I reach down, hand trembling, and take hold of his thick manhood. He presses forward as soon as I do. I guide him to my opening. Before I can fully consider what’s happening, my father’s cock slides into me. All I can do is let out a whimper that’s half pain and half ecstasy.

“This is what happens to bad little girls who spy on their parents having sex.” His growling words are without animosity. They’re almost soothing.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I wrap my legs around his waist, holding myself tight against him, afraid he might pull away before I want him to. “I’m sorry…”

They both know I’m not sorry at all. My mother lies next to us on the bed, one knee propped up. I see her playing with herself as she watches my father make love to me. She’s not trying to hide that she’s masturbating. My mom had always been the perfect picture of prudish restraint, but I’m seeing her in an entirely new light.

“Is your daughter’s sweet cunt as good as you always dreamed it would be?” my mom asks with a sly smirk.

“Even better.” My father dips his head down and kisses me on the lips as his cock pushes as deeper into me. The kiss is eagerly returned. “It reminds me of the first time I fucked you,” he says to my mother with a devilish wink.

“Teach that pussy a lesson she’ll never forget,” my mom advises my father, rolling toward him with the offer of puckered lips.

My dad takes the offer and kisses her as he continues to work his cock in and out of my tightness. One of my mother’s pillowy breasts presses against the side of my face, but I don’t turn away. Instead, I melt into the naked embrace of my parents. The fear is gone. No shame, no judgment, no remorse. I give myself over to their unconditional love. The mysteries fade away and the reality is so much better than imagination could hope to conjure. I’m still only a girl, but my father is using me like a woman. I’m part of it now. I’m part of them.

“I love you, Daddy.” I turn my head, my mother’s breast against my mouth. “Love you, Mom.”

She kisses me on the forehead, then rolls onto her back, spreading her legs. The sloppy wet sound of her fingers going in and out of her hole as she beats her pussy next to me gives me a happy tingle all over. My father hooks a hand under my arm and grips my shoulder, pulling me down onto him with each manful thrust. He’s given up making love to me and has started fucking me.

“Are you going to cum inside her?” my mom asks, half lost in her voyeuristic orgy of self-pleasure.

“Yes,” my father grunts.

“You’re going to fill your daughter’s cunt with cum?”

“Yes!”

“Do it, Daddy!” I beg, unable to resist joining in. “Cum in me. Cum in my cunt, Daddy!”

His body tenses. His cock is a furious spear of forbidden appetites pushing at my limits. The stabbing pain only makes me want him deeper inside me. His panting moans and ardent spasms tell me he’s unleashing his seed, flooding me with his love. My mother’s body arches beside me as she screams in delirious bliss, her hand violently abusing the hair-fringed gash between her legs. The sensations finally overwhelm me and my own orgasm wells up from my center, exploding within me like no other orgasm I’d ever known.

My father resumes fucking me, helping to prolong my orgasm until I have to gasp for air. My mother rocks from side to side next to us, milking a series of smaller and smaller orgasms from her sopping wet cunt. Dad and I watch her, my pussy still clenched around his cock.

Mom opens her eyes, focuses on something and smiles. “My, my…our children seem to be very curious tonight.” Dad and I look and see my brother standing in the threshold of the doorway. His boxers are down around his thighs and he’s holding his hard dick in his hand. His expression is a familiar mix of fear, shame, and lust. Mom opens her legs wide, pats her furry mound, and says “C’mon in, sweetie, and join the family.”

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Chapter 2: Curious Dad >>

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4 thoughts on “Curious 1

  1. OMG.
    So wrong, yet so damn erotic.
    Had my cock rock hard from the very first words, and now brother’s about to join the fun.
    Should I read more, or return to Open Door.
    Decisions, decisions……

  2. Thank you for a wonderfully hot story.
    Your descriptions draw me into the bedroom in such a way that I can see (and feel) it all.

  3. WOW!! So kinky yet so erotic. Even for a full fledged lesbian like myself, my panties are soaked. Thanks! I’ve already read all four chapters but still this one is my fave. Although the others are great as well.

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