Daughter horny urge Section 1A(Revised) by arinnapolina

Part 1.

“This is perverted”, Fiona told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her house, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents bedroom. It was almost one o’clock in the morning, and Fiona, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it.

But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… legs sensually spread wide and spasming. Fiona couldn’t help herself, she had to look.

Quietly, she opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into her parents bedroom. Just as she had hoped, the door was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it.

The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father, Jerry kneeling behind her mother,

Janet. Jerry had a handful of Janet’s hair, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. Her mother’s head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her husband. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet’s ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished, her father’s muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Fiona noticed that her mother was all but shredding the bottom sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support.

Fiona felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her legs. Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into his lovely wife with long, deep jabs. Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Janet’s throat, and Fiona watched her mother’s hips move back instinctively, forcing her father’s huge shaft deeper inside her.

“God! You’re so fuckin’ tight like this!” Jerry whispered, his words carrying, easily to Fiona’s ears in the nearby bathroom. Janet half moaned, half sighed her response, pushing her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body.

“Fuck me hard.” she breathed. “Fuck me hard and fast. Cum in me!”

Fiona couldn’t believe her ears! Her nipples were already hard, excited by what she’d seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and Fiona’s right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as her father began thrusting faster into her mother’s raised ass, their bodies making an audible “smack”, Janet’s breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling. Fiona felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.

“Yesss!” Janet hissed. “Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, you big gorgeous stud.”

Fiona heard the words and couldn’t believe it. Her father was actually fucking her mother’s ass! She had heard about that kind of thing at school, but treated it with incredulous suspicion. Now she was witnessing it for herself, in her own house, with her own parents! It was incredibly exciting. Fiona let out a low sigh… a sigh of lustful girls arousal.

Her left hand replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. Fiona knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically. She had been masturbating for a while and by now knew exactly how to bring herself off in the shortest possible time. She slipped another finger into her tight, cunthole and began to move it in and out.

The two bodies on the bed undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the semi-darkness of the room. Janet’s long dark hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry’s rhythm. It wasn’t long before

Jerry groaned and began fucking his wife even harder. He was pulling on her hips and slamming his cock into her so hard that Janet’s whole body shook. To sexy Fiona, it looked almost like her father was trying to drive even his balls inside her mother’s cunt. Suddenly, they both stiffened and shuddered. Their groans and loud breathing filled the air for a few long moments, and then they fell silent.

In the sudden silence Fiona stopped cold. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers on the bed, her father on top of her mother from behind, both kissing and fondling each other in post-coital bliss, just floating along together. Fiona finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she’d witnessed. Her own sleep came only after she’d rubbed her gooey little slit to orgasm, fantasizing about her father’s cock as she came.

Part 2.

The next morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Fiona shuffled in wearing her robe, shaking out her long golden hair.

“Well! Good morning, sleepy-head!” her mother said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.

“‘Morning, Mom”, Fiona said blearily. “Thanks.”

“Well, you look dreadful.”

“I have an excuse, Mom”, smiled Fiona.

“Mmmmm?… and what might that be, dear?” asked her mother absently.

“All that noise you and Dad were making last night.”

“Oh? I’m sorry, did we wake you, honey?” Janet asked looking surprised.

“Yeah, it’s okay though.” Fiona said.

Fiona looked at her mother. They had always had a good relationship, more like friends than mother and daughter, and Fiona knew she could talk about sex with her mother openly.

“Is Daddy good in bed, Mom?” asked Fiona, almost innocently.

Her mother blushed, even through her early summer tan.

“Well, er… yes, I’d ah… I’d have to say he was very good”, stammered Janet. “But it’s not something a girl asks about her father, dear”

“Why, Mom?”

Her daughter had her there, Janet realized.

“Ah… I… I don’t know, it just isn’t the done thing, that’s all.”

“But, Mom, I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all, remember?”

Janet swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer her daughter’s question, but couldn’t think of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs, Janet decided to be candid with her daughter. Fiona herself had been the result of Janet’s own dismal ignorance of sex.

“Okay, honey”, said Janet finally. “What exactly do you want to know?”

“Nothing,” replied the girl, nonchalantly. “I was just wondering if you and Daddy did some of the things I’ve heard about at school, that’s all.”

“And what sort of things have you been hearing at school?”

“You know… weird things…”

“You’re going to have to be more explicit than that, dear. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well, some of the other girls talk about sucking a guy’s thing… you know his um… cock. Do you and Daddy do that sort of thing?”

Janet almost went back on her promise to herself about telling Fiona the truth. But her daughter’s unashamed frankness prevented her. The last thing she wanted was Fiona growing up disgusted with sex, in any of it’s forms.

“Yes, sometimes we do, honey”, Janet admitted.

Fiona’s eyes lit up like birthday candles.

“And um… does Daddy do the same for you, too? You know, lick your pussy?”

“Sure”, said her mother with a grin of insecurity.

Fiona felt her own pussy moisten at the thought of her father’s tongue licking her mother’s hairy, wet cuntslit to orgasm.

“Is he good, Mom?”

“Mmmmmm, the best, baby”, admitted Janet, feeling suddenly much more comfortable about talking to her daughter on so personal a subject.

Part 3.

Fiona felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her excitement leaked out through her panties and dampened the chair. She fought the urge to touch herself, crossing her legs instead.

“Does Daddy have a big cock, Mom?”, she asked, remembering that it had been too dark to see much the night before.

“Now, you’re getting a little too personal, dear”, smiled her mother.

“At least let your father and I have a few secrets”

“Aw, mom!”, frowned Fiona. After last night, she was eager for more juicy titbits from her mother.

“All I’ll say honey, is that your father is well-endowed, okay? Now, why don’t you go and take a cold shower, lady”, giggled Janet.

Fiona smiled. “Okay Mom,” she said, walking down the hallway.

Before entering the shower, Fiona surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a few too many freckles

(never mind that most of her friends at school told her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, and a very attractive face. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she knew would always get the students to look still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which matched her hair exactly. Some of the bolder students had asked her if her “other” hair was so perfectly matched. Sometimes, if he was cute, Fiona playfully invited him to see for himself that it was.

Her budding breasts weren’t as large as she wanted, but at her age they were well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender, and she was trim. Her history teacher had told her she had an athletic looking body, but he was always complimenting the more mature looking girls in his class, trying to get into their pants no doubt. He was kind of cute though, she mused. She wondered what his cock looked like, maybe if she played her cards right he’d even let her see it. Fiona stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of her mother and father’s performance last night. She didn’t masturbate, she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better after she’d cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed her long hair, still wet, and used the blow-dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.

Her father stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and, as Fiona looked more closely… trying to keep an erection down. Fiona wore her robe but was naked underneath, and it showed. By the way he was staring at her, her father hadn’t missed it either. She smiled and let her father into the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs. Her mother’s t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something Fiona noticed quickly.

“I see Daddy’s said good morning to you.” she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked over at Fiona, grinning.

“Yeah, the animal!” she added with a wink.

They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet braided

Fiona’s long blonde hair. Then she took her shower with Jerry. Fiona tried unsuccessfully to ignore the sounds of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no good, her easily-aroused young pussy became instantly moist at the very thought of her mother and father’s naked, wet bodies sliding sensually against each other under the steamy, cascading water.

Afterwards, Janet and Jerry went out shopping, while Fiona contented herself with sunning on the patio, reading a new book by her favorite author. Her parents had offered to take her along, but Fiona knew they wanted to be alone. She’d lied about having to go out to a friend’s house, just wanting to relax by herself for a while. She’d tell them her friend called to cancel as soon as they got back home. In the meantime,

Fiona worked on her tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least. It was pretty and quiet in the mountains this time of year, but still warm, and Fiona only stayed in the sun for a short while before moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half, then dozed off.

Fiona awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she’d perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the house when she saw her mother and her father inside. They obviously didn’t know she was home, and hadn’t seen her lying in the shade. Fiona watched through the large glass doors, her eyes wide, blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Her mother lay on her back on the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked, with her legs high in the air, and her father was crouching between her thighs, rolling his face around in her open cunt.

Contd.