Curious 3

Curious, Ch. 3 of 9
by DirtyMindedMom

Curious Mom

My husband’s cock slams into me. I’m on all fours, which means my ass, tummy and tits jiggle loosely as I take each pounding thrust from behind. I’m glad the lights are off. Even though Doug and I have been married for a hundred years, I’m still embarrassed about him seeing me wobbling all over the place. Especially when he’s probably thinking about our daughter’s tight body as he rams his cock into my strong but, shall we say, commodious pussy.

I close my eyes and imagine someone else behind me. Hey, I might seem like a prude to everyone who knows me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a kinky fantasy of my own now and again. Doug probably wouldn’t mind if he knew who I was fantasizing about, especially given what I’d learned about his peccadilloes recently, but I wanted to keep my secret a little longer.

I grab one of my bounding tits and work my own nipple. Feels so good. If there was one thing I still had going for me was my big boobs. They weren’t the kind that stop traffic, but once you get me out of whatever conservative outfit I have on they are the stars of the show. Poor Rachael barely has a decent pair of mosquito bites going for her, but that hasn’t stopped her father from leering at her chest every chance he gets.

When I first noticed he was paying attention to our daughter in a new way I was angry. She was just a child, for goodness sake. Sure, she had those long smooth legs, and that firm little behind, but it was disgusting the way he began drooling over her as soon as she started developing. And my hussy of a daughter wasn’t helping matters any.

Rachael was always traipsing around in shorty shorts, or pajamas with no bra underneath. Once I caught her watching TV with her father in just her panties and a too-tight tank top. I did everything I could to keep the two of them from egging each other on, but it was no use. I would have put my foot down if it wasn’t for the change I’d noticed in Doug around that same time. Our sex life, which had been sufficient but somewhat uninspired, suddenly underwent a revival.

I wasn’t thrilled that my husband was getting worked up looking at Rachael, but at the end of the day he was putting all that sexual energy into me – literally. I can honestly say I didn’t have any problems with that. I also had to admit that part of my anger was due to jealousy. Not that I was jealous of my husband lusting after our daughter, but that I had never been able to get that same reaction out of my own father.

Although I would never admit it to another soul, I had a serious crush on my own dad when I was Rachael’s age. I would flirt, and try to show off, but I never did seem to get a rise out of him. I had to be content with spending whatever time I could with him and hope that maybe he was noticing me in that way but doing his best not to let on. I couldn’t exactly blame my daughter for wanting to test her sexuality with her father. Once I better understood my own feelings about what was going on, I actually started to get a little turned on watching the two of them playing their games right under my nose and thinking I had no clue what was going on.

After I realized all that, I decided to bring it up with Doug and get it out in the open. I’d never seen him go so pale so fast. When he knew that I knew, things got even better. Especially the night I let those three little words slip out. “Fuck me, Daddy.” Doug froze mid-stroke and didn’t know if he’d really heard what he heard. “Please, Daddy, fuck my virgin pussy with your big cock.” After that he knew the gloves were off. He went wild on me like he never had before. I kept up the dirty talk doing my best imitation of our daughter’s voice. He came in no time flat, but he stayed hard enough to keep going and shoot another load inside me without taking a break – something that hadn’t happened since we first got married.

We never spoke about these kinky sessions outside of the fantasy, and we never mentioned Rachael by name while I was playing my part, but we both knew what was going on. It felt so amazingly wrong, but it was the most exciting thing I had ever shared with another person. I didn’t think there was that kind of passion left for me in my marriage. No matter how wrong it was I was more than happy to go there if it got me the kind of multiple orgasm sex I hadn’t had in years.

Doug’s fingers dig into my chubby hips as he works his hard dick in and out of me. I know he’s thinking of Rachael, but he has no idea I’m thinking of Nick, our son. I only recently gave myself permission to entertain this awful fantasy. For the past couple weeks, every time my husband mounts me in the dark I’ve been imagining it’s my son instead. Even when I’m pretending like I’m Rachael, I still picture Nick doing me with that virile young cock of his. I haven’t actually seen his penis since he’s grown up, but based on how cute it was when he was little I know it must be a gorgeous tool now that he’s a big boy.

In my mind Nick was telling me how much he loves Mommy’s pussy, and that’s when I had a strange sense that someone was in the room with us. It wasn’t anything I’d heard or seen, but more a sense of a presence.

“Who’s there?” I ask into the dark. When I get no answer I lean over and flip on the bedside lamp, leaving Doug’s cock hanging in the air behind me.

I see Rachael standing next to our bed, close enough to reach out and touch us. And if that wasn’t enough of a shock, she’s just about naked. It takes me a second to realize that her hands aren’t where they are because she is trying to cover up, she’d been playing with her pussy and tits in the dark while listening to us having sex. I’m glad I didn’t pick tonight for some daddy/daughter role play!

“Rachael?” I gasp. “What are you doing?”

I know as soon as I say it that it’s a silly question. The answer is standing there in front of us with her fingers in her muffin. It didn’t matter, she isn’t paying any attention to me. Instead her wide eyes are locked onto her dad’s fat cock, which is all but dripping with my pussy juices.

My first instinct as a mother should have been so scold her and shoo her out of our bedroom. But, instead, I look at Doug over my shoulder. I see the desperate torment of lust on his face and instantly know what he wants. He looks at me and reads the question in my eyes. He gives a slight nod, and I accept that things are about to get kinkier than I ever imagined they could.

I take Rachael by the wrist and pull her into bed with us. There’s not the least amount of resistance from her. I hear myself talking, but it’s like I’m not really there. Next thing I know my husband is on top of my daughter, and she’s guiding his cock into what I assume is her virgin pussy. I’ve never been much of a masturbator – it can become a filthy habit if you let it – but without meaning to I find that I’m rubbing myself as I watch this improbable scene play out in my very own bed. It’s never felt so good to touch myself like this before. I decide to revisit my opinions about masturbation in the very near future. In the meantime, I stare openly at my little girl taking her daddy’s cock – her very first cock ever – all the way to the hilt.

Doug is on the verge of delirious ecstasy, and Rachael looks like her fondest wish is coming true. The lights are on, but I don’t care that my tits, belly and thighs are flopping all over the place as I frig my clit like crazy. In no sensible world should I be pleasuring myself in front of my daughter, but when she glances over at me it only makes me hornier than seems possible. God damn, she has a sexy little body on her. I notice that Doug isn’t going to last much longer.

“Are you going to cum inside her?” I ask breathlessly, shocked by the sudden urge to see this happen in front of me. “You’re going to fill your daughter’s cunt with cum?”

Oh my God! I said the word cunt…out loud! Even Doug knows better than to use the c-word around me. I never even think that word, much less say it. But, damn, it felt good. I shove another finger into my own cunt, making it three in total, and bang my sopping wet hole like it’s going out of style.

I’m losing my mind and loving every second of it. I always thought I’d never forgive my husband if he had sex with another woman, but I didn’t feel an ounce of resentment or betrayal as he plowed away like a rutting teenager. I always thought it would kill me to catch him in bed with another woman, but there he is right next to me doing our daughter like it was the only thing he ever wanted in life, and instead of righteous horror I’m experiencing more arousal than I thought I was capable of. I’m dying for a cock inside me, but I make do with my hand, plunging it into my stretched opening as far as I can handle. I hear Rachael saying something. I try to focus.

“Cum in me. Cum in my cunt, Daddy!”

The little potty mouth is picking up my bad language. I have no desire to punish her for it. In fact, I want to hear her say it again…and again. Their lovemaking builds to a crescendo. I hear my husband making the tell-tale noises he makes when he cums. I hear Rachael and learn what my girl sounds like when she orgasms. It’s a beautiful symphony of guilty satisfaction. I lose what little control I have left.

I thrash, and kick, and slam my fingers into my most sensitive place with reckless savagery. The two of them are both looking at me, and I’m enlivened even further by this. I’m no exhibitionist by a long shot, but being the center of attention while I’m doing something so nasty to myself is sending me to new heights. I’m not hiding in the dark, embarrassed by my mature body, ashamed of my sexual needs, or mortified by the sounds of perverse bliss welling up from deep inside me and exploding from my throat. I’m exposed; masturbating my cunt – my big, hairy, beautiful cunt – in front of my daughter and husband…and son.

In the midst of my orgasmic frenzy I spot Rachael’s older brother standing slack-jawed in the doorway. That’s the final straw for me. I cum like I’ve never cum before. Climaxes I give myself have always been pleasant, just enough to take the edge off every great once in a while, but this is beyond anything I thought possible. I ride out the involuntary series of jerks and spasms, hoping that I’m not frightening Nick away. I pray he’s still be there when I come back down from rocketing through the clouds.

I open my eyes and there he is. I’m even happier to see that his underwear is down and he’s holding his very hard erection in his hand. It appears to be every inch of what I hoped it would be.

“My, my…our children seem to be very curious tonight,” I say in a soft sing-song voice.

Nick blinks, apparently unable to fully understand what’s going on. In an uncharacteristically lewd gesture, I open my legs, pat my juicy cunt and say, “C’mon in, sweetie, and join the family.”

He surreptitiously drops his sister’s discarded panties behind him and takes a faltering step into the room, which must be rank with all our sex smells by this time.

“W…what’s going on?” he mutters, not sure where it’s okay for him to look.

“Your sister apparently overhead us fucking and came in for a closer look,” I explained in a friendly tone. “We decided to be good parents and let her give it a try with your father.”

“No way…” He takes another small step. His stride is restricted by his underwear still being only as far down as his knees.

I run my fingers up and down my slit in what I hope is an alluring display.

“What about you, Nick? Want to give it a try?”

He swallows hard. “With you?”

“Unless your father objects.” I look at Doug to see if he’s willing to give his blessing. I know there’s no way he can deny me this with his dick still planted in our daughter.

He sends a wink my way and looks around at his son. “If you think you’re man enough to handle your mom, then she’s all yours.”

Nick kicks his underwear off and comes to the edge of the bed. “I…I’ve never done it before,” he admits in a quiet voice.

This only makes me want him more. “What about Krista? I thought you two were hot and heavy.”

“We only messed around. Never went all the way.”

“If you think you’re ready,” I say, “there’s no reason you have to be a virgin any longer.” I spread my cunt lips open to make sure he understands what exactly is being offered.

He bites his lip for a moment as he gawks at my leaking pussy hole. His penis flexes in his grip and seems to swell to even more generous proportions. He glances at his father and sister. When he sees their expressions of eager anticipation, he turns to me and nods.

I’m very curious to find out if the reality will match my fantasies. I hold out my arms to my boy.

“Come fuck your mother’s cunt with that marvelous cock of yours.”

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