Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

It happened again. The sounds from the nest room were very faint at first, just barely audible mewling and moaning, joined by the muted creak of bedsprings and hard breathing. Daddy was back in the saddle! I knew this was going to happen. Quickly I slipped out of my bed and took the stethoscope Max had given me from the drawer. I pressed it against the wall and listened closely. "Oooooohhh Frank, it's so hard!" I heard my mother groan. She sounded helpless with pleasure, and the very tone of her voice made my belly contract. "Yes Frank-oh dear me yes, that's very nice, aaaaahhhhh deeper!" My mother enjoyed sex in a very verbal way, I thought. Daddy never said a word, he merely grunted and panted. She provided the running commentary: "To the left-that's the way! Oh God, I love it when you come in that way! Yes darling, go ahead-a little longer now and then I want you to pull out and put it in my mouth. I want to suck your big cock. I want to swallow you whole!"

It couldn't be a coincidence. Each time my friends visited. Daddy screwed Ma, and he did it long and hard. For the rest of the time the adjoining bedroom was quiet. Now it was shaking from the powerful thrusts. I pulled a chair over and stood on it to get at the ventilator built high into the dividing wall. Slats allowed me to peer through into the next room, but not much more. I could make out flesh tones and I could hear them very plainly now, but there was nothing specific. In the past I had left it at that, but for some reason I was driven to see more this time around.

I jumped down and fetched a screwdriver from the toolbox in the bathroom. My hands trembled as I worked at the screws on the ventilator plate. They were clogged and stuck due to several layers of paint. The sounds of passion were rising to a crescendo. Quickly, quickly! One screw came undone, a second! The third gave me trouble but finally it gave up, too. The fourth refused to budge so I wrenched the plate to one side and got at the slats. They creaked as I pushed them apart, but by this time my parents were so far gone I could have burst through the wall without them noticing.

At last! I saw my father naked, on top of my mother, who had her nightie pushed up over her tits and looked as though she was about to expire. Her face was flushed and sweaty, as was his, and her hands clawed at his back as he labored to drive his penis deep in between her legs. I felt dizzy, and instinctively I clutched at my own pussy as if to calm it. "Oh Frank!" cried my mother, muffling herself in the hollow of his neck as her limbs wrapped themselves about his body. "Oh Jesus, that feels fine! Harder now, deeper, God you're hard as a rock! Yes, yes, I'm coming all over the place! WoooooohhhhAHAhAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!!!" She couldn't hold it in anymore; a scream erupted and it pushed her head back so that it could come out unhampered.

"Keep quiet!" hissed my father, stroking, stroking, driving his big cock into my mother's body. He had his hands under her ass and supported himself by leaning into the pillows, and his cheeks flexed like two powerful muscles with every thrust I felt very strange indeed. My pussy was wet, and the hand that clutched at it caught each drop that oozed out from between my labia. But I hadn't seen anything yet. Suddenly he pulled out and his cock reared up in the air as shiny as an oiled piston, thick, throbbing, with low balls dangling down, and right away my mother's mouth flew open and she shifted down between his straddling thighs to clamp her lips about his knob. The shock nearly threw me off the chair but I hung on grimly and squeezed my pussy till it dripped like an over-saturated sponge. My mother seemed to be having trouble accommodating him. Her mouth was stretched to the utmost and she breathed in noisily through her nose. But more of his cock slipped into her face, inch by inch, and as it disappeared my father's face grew more flushed. His eyes were half-closed and his fingers dug into the flesh of Ma's arms as if he was in some sort of agony, and when she managed to take all of his enormous tool down her throat he let his head hang back and he lowed like a bull!

My knees were trembling so badly that the chair rocked from side to side. I had never seen anything like this. The sounds had made me imagine certain kinds of behavior but my imagination was tame compared with reality! Why would my mother take Dad's tool into her mouth? Her hips were still undulating passionately and if her cunt felt anything like mine she would certainly want him back in there. I felt a burning emptiness down in my belly, a fiery vacuum, and whenever Daddy's dick slid back out of my mother's face I knew it would take that king-size cock to put the fires out. It was all so confusing. In a way his dick frightened me because it looked as if it would open me as a can opener rips open a can. And yet, on a level below consciousness, I desired that hunk of meat more than anything in the world!

"Now get on top of me," said Dad as he withdrew his shiny weapon from her mouth and rolled over on his back. Ma was beaming. She couldn't wait to squat over his cock. Her hand reached down and held his dick up straight so that her pussy could sink down over it, and when it did the relief expressed itself in a heartfelt sigh and a whimper of ecstasy. I felt it, I swear I did! For a moment my cunt went still and it was cool inside, it felt fulfilled, and I thought the worst was over. But no, as soon as Ma began to bob up and down over his dick the fires burst out again hotter than before. I was going crazy with frustration. It was hard to breathe and harder to stay upright; all I could do was hang on to my cunt with one hand and to the chair with the other.

Ma ended up lying flush on top of Dad, her big soft buttocks wriggling as she worked her cunt up and down his dick, and she climaxed with sharp shocks that coursed through her body and eventually drained her. That's when Dad rolled them both over and plowed into her for the finale. It was difficult to keep my eyes focused. Sweat poured out of my body. I felt wobbly and queer, and I was rubbing my pussy in time with his salvo of deep thrusts. Rubbing my cunt, I found, was peculiarly enjoyable. I started to do it more consciously and found that tiny storms of tingles ran out into my body from within my pussy, breaking loose and spreading until my whole belly was alive. It felt as though someone had injected live Alka-Seltzer under my skin-it tickled and burned and felt delicious. Daddy came with a loud grunt and my mother squealed, but I was no longer interested. I had discovered a new game.

The ventilator panel could wait. For the moment I cared for nothing but my new game. Gingerly I got off the chair and tottered over to the bed where I made myself comfortable and continued to rub my pussy. Delicious! One spot in particular responded to this treatment, a hard little knob in which all the pleasure nerves seemed to be concentrated. But it was a sensitive little thing. I soon found that I couldn't rub it too hard for too long or it would get sore. But not for long. It was a forgiving little thing, too. One finger was enough. I pressed it in between my cunt lips, which seemed much fuller than usual, and rotated it over the knob gently, stopping only to wet it now and then from the plentiful supply of juice trickling out of my pussy. Inadvertently one of my hands brushed along one of my breasts and the nipple stood up and twanged like an antenna. I touched it some more and found it was just as sensitive as the nipple in my pussy!

The tingling sensation spread throughout my belly, my ass, down the insides of my thighs and had gone up all the way to my breasts, when I began to panic. This couldn't be right. It felt too good, it was bound to damage me and then my parents would know what I had been doing! Oh, but it was so nice! I twisted and turned in frustration as I tried to make myself stop it. Surely it wouldn't do any real damage, nothing permanent! But how was I to know for sure? With a real effort I wrenched my arms away from my body and clung to the sides of the bed. My chest heaved and I was trembling but eventually the pleasure subsided and I was left with a faint nagging that I could ignore.