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Watchingirishmik60 Is it incest if you only watch? Is it wrong? Naughty? Disgusting? Or sexually exciting? Passionate? Erotic? I was home from my freshman year at college for Spring break. I’d rather be at some exotic spot with my friends, partying and fucking my brains out, but sadly finances got in the way. So, here I was laying on the bed I grew up in, chatting on my cell with my bff. She was at Ft Walton Beach with others, drinking themselves into a drunken frenzy, fucking any boy that could get it up. She had just called me and told me of her last conquest. That he was asleep, naked beside her as we chatted. Her description making me hornier & hornier. My boyfriend away for the week with his buddies. I knew he was probably fucking anything with boobs and a willing pussy. Damn! I was wet and lonely! After hanging up with my girlfriend, frustrated as I was, I decided to go down and get a beer from the fridge. Knowing my parents were already in bed I didn’t bother putting anything on, but went to the kitchen in my cotton bikini’s. Though only 18 my parents didn’t mind me having a beer or two, as long as I didn’t get carried away. As I opened the fridge the cool air felt good as it cascaded over my body. It seemed to take some of the heat from my skin. The cool air hardened my nipples and caused goosebumps to form. Taking a cold MGD longneck from it’s shelf I cracked the top and drew a long swallow. istanbul travesti Refreshing yes, but it did nothing to quench the thirst between my legs. I was so used to getting my boyfriends thick, hard cock on a regular basis. And now, it would be 10 days before I had the chance to feel him deep in me again. Being this horny, late at night, and only your mom and dad around wasn’t what I’d call fun. More like frustrating. I considered turning on the TV in the living room and searching for something to try and take my mind off my soaking pussy, but decided to go back to bed, rub one off and try and get to sleep. As I rose up the stairs towards the bedrooms I heard a noise from my parents room. I momentarily froze, remembering my state of undress, worrying dad might come out of his room and see me. As I tip toed toward my room, the sounds became more evident. Dad wasn’t getting up….exactly. At least not up out of bed. ‘Damn honey that feels good! Lick it!’, I heard from my dad. It was then that I realized my parents were fucking! Now, when you’re 19, you don’t even consider the idea of your parents having sex. In their early 40’s weren’t they too old? ‘Shit Madeline, suck me!’, came from the bedroom. OMG! My mother was sucking cock! Dad’s cock yes, but she was SUCKING it! No teenager thinks of their mother sucking cock, let alone still fucking. Whether it was the beer, istanbul travestileri the sounds, my hornyness, or a combination of the three, I had to see. Now, instead of walking to my bedroom I slipped towards the sounds emanating from theirs. Surprisingly their bedroom door was open about 5 inches and I could peek inside. Leaning against the hallway wall I could see their reflection in the dresser mirror. I was situated where I had an unobstructed view of their bed, lengthwise. There was my dad, laying back with pillows stacked behind him. As he lay there, my mother was between his legs, almost off the bed, her mouth slowly licking and sucking dads cock. Her breasts hung low under her, her nipples sometimes grazing the mattress. One hand curled at the base of dad’s cock, the other settled between his legs. I just knew it had to be around his nuts. Now, my boyfriends got a big cock, maybe 8″ and thick. But, I never would’ve believed it. My dad had a monster! Almost as thick as my mom’s wrist, it looked to be over 10″! Thick hard veins encircled it. As my mother’s mouth moved down to lick his shaft I could see the hard, round, purplish head of his cock. pre-cum seeping from it’s head, trickling down the underside of his shaft, mom would lap it up as her mouth returned to the head. each time her tongue scraped over his glans would bring another gasp from dad. His travesti istanbul hand entwined in her hair, not forcing her, but at the same time not letting her get away. By now my pussy was screaming. having been absent of a thick tool for almost a week. My panties were soaked. That’s when I noticed my hand buried in my panties, my finger sliding between my distended cunt lips. My fingertip lingering at my sloppy vagina, the base of the same digit mashed against my hardened clit. Watching a scene I never even considered, in my aroused state, my knees weakened each time my father groaned. GOD I wished I was sucking that cock! But NO! That was my father’s. The tool that created me. That’s so wrong, yet it excited me seeing it disappear and reappear from my mother’s mouth. A this time my mother rose to her knees, crawled up beside my father, turned back facing his groin again and drew her right leg over dad putting her cunt right in his face! My parents? sixtynining? That was for young people, not these old folks! Yet here it was my mother returned to her oral manipulation of dad’s penis as dad smashed his face in mom’s pussy. It was time for mom to make sounds now. Almost mewling, growling as she devoured dad’s shaft, dad forcing his face deeper and deeper in the crack of her legs. From the side view I couldn’t tell if he was licking her clit, tongue fucking her, or stabbing his tongue in her ass. Mom’s ass cheek was in the way. I do know that whatever he was doing mom seemed to love it. Each time his face drew towards her groin, she would lean back meeting his mouth. As she drew back forward his cock would go deeper in her gaping mouth. At no time was she able to get his entire cock in her mouth.
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