All characters are over the age of 18 and literally everything comes from my demented mind.
Cheers
XOXO
Momma refuses to get out of bed on Saturday morning, so Daddy and I pack the bag and walk to the neighborhood pool alone. Summer broke fast and hot; my freckled shoulders are already prickling as he unlocks the gate. I stomp my flip flops.
“Patience, Patience,” Daddy jokes. I roll my eyes for his benefit but I stopped finding his dad jokes annoying at the beginning of summer vacation. A lot changed that day.
There’s only one car in the parking and a teenage couple splashing each other in the shallow end, but I follow Daddy into the family bathroom without being asked. My parents have warned me enough about going to the bathroom alone. Today feels different, though. Daddy barely waits for me to lock the door before stripping his T-shirt off. His chest is tan and lightly muscled under a generous helping of weekend BBQ party fat. Hair darker than his curls trails up from the waistband of his peeking boxers. My cheeks burn.
“What are you waiting for?” Daddy asks. I turn my back and pull my short pink sundress over my head. I’m wearing one of Daddy’s old ball caps though and the dress tangles in my ponytail and the hat, trapping my arms over my head.
Fingertips tickle the small of my back. I buckle inwards, nipples kissing cold tile. I wore my bathing suit bottoms over, but I'm not wearing a bra. Oh God, I'm not wearing a bra. My bikini top is in the pool bag somewhere at my feet, but with my hands tangled in hair and- my dress is snatched right off. I hadn't noticed I’d gone blind until I'm blinking in the flash of florescents. Daddy shoves the cap back down over my ears.
His hot breath tickles my unpierced earlobe. “Are you flustered, Patience?” Tingles tickle the apex of my thighs. “Your beautiful blonde hair looks so cute in ponytails like this, pumpkin. You should wear it up out of your face more often.”
My entire body is probably glowing red. I can hear Daddy changing behind me but I don't dare to even sneak a glance into the mirror. By some miracle I find the pool bag with my toes. I tie my bikini top with shaking fingers; my chest heaves so dramatically I can barely jerk the strings tight enough to cover my hard pink nipples.
Daddy pecks my forehead chastely as he reaches around me to unlock the bathroom door. Another normal gesture yet somehow, today, naughtier than it usually feels. Maybe it’s the way his other hand lingers on my back when we walk out to a deserted pool. The teenagers and their car have gone like they were never there. A lone noodle bobs in the deep end.
I start toward the inviting clear water. “Patience,” Daddy chuckles. I let my brown eyes slip into my big puppy dog pout when they meet his.
“We can't skip it once, Daddy?”
His chuckle darkens. An expression I don't quite recognize passes over his face before the smirk deepens into his normal easy grin. “Your momma would kill me if I brought her porcelain baby girl home red as a boil. Come here, Patience.”
The pool bag thumps onto one of the many chairs scattered at tables around the pool deck. The heat of the day bakes the concrete under my flip flops. Daddy’s probably right. I secretly wish one of my wicked scarlet sunburns would fade into a sweet honey brown tan like Daddy has, but I got Momma’s fair skin. I got all their worst traits. Her poofy hair, his temper. Her skinny hips, his tooth gap. At least I got Daddy’s big brown eyes and Momma’s dramatic beauty-queen eyelashes.
I bat them at Daddy now, knowing how it gets him. Sure enough, he playfully snatches his heart and swoons. “Nice try, pumpkin. Can you spray my back first?”
“Fine, Daddy.” I stick my tongue out. Halfway into my overenthusiastic sunscreen drizzling, the bottle splurts to death. “Oh, boo. Looks like it's empty. I guess I don't have to wear any after all.”
Daddy laughs, reaches into the pool bag, and plucks out one pristine, plastic-wrapped tube of Momma’s fanciest face sunscreen. I mock-gasp. “No, Daddy, we can't!”
“I guess we don't have a choice, pumpkin. Turn around.”
The squirt behind me seems magnified in the near-silence. All I can hear is the gentle splashing of the water, herded toward the steps by the same breeze whispering over my naked tummy and bare thighs. I feel Daddy’s cool breath on my nape before I hear it, fast and heavy. The sunscreen is ice between the twin fires of our skin. His hand glides under the bow barely containing my rolling breasts. Higher. Circles one shoulder blade. The other. My heart’s thumping in my throat. His middle finger traces my spine. Dipping into dangerous territory, so low, caressing the dimple in the small of my back, lower-
Daddy’s fingertip plunges beneath my waistband. I draw a trembling gasp and the bubble pops. We finish slathering ourselves in uneasy quiet punctuated by the low rumble of a distant truck roaring past the neighborhood. There are only tall shrubs between us and the main road, but right now that feels like miles away. Daddy wordlessly hands me a water bottle and I drink in obedient silence. I've finished and tossed the empty plastic bottle back into our pool bag before he finally clears his throat.
“Should be dry enough now.”
I don't wait for him; I catapult into the deep end with a whooping, “CANNON BALL!” When I bob back to the surface, Daddy’s standing on the edge dripping from my splash. We collapse into giggles.
XOXO
Daddy and I spend two hours playing pool games and trying to dunk each other until I'm so full of water my stomach bulges and aches. He pokes a finger into my belly button to make me laugh but a little pee comes out despite how hard I'm trying to hold it in. I know the rule: once I get out of the pool, it's time to go home.
Still, my bladder is on fire. I cross my legs and hold my aching crotch. “I really, REALLY have to pee, Daddy,” I admit.
“Well, you know the rule, pumpkin. I'll get the bag and meet you by the bathroom. Don't go in without me,” he warns with a stern look. I don't need the reminder. I always follow the rules.
Daddy opens the bathroom door and I hurry under his arm. Someone must have come by the pool while we were distracted playing games; the toilet in the family bathroom has been blocked off by caution tape and a big red OUT OF ORDER sign. I start to do my pee dance.
“I really can't wait, Daddy. Can I use the women’s bathroom, please?” It’s right next door, but I know what his answer will be.
“No, pumpkin, that's not safe. Here, you can use this.” Just as I feared. Daddy pulls the empty plastic water bottle out of the pool bag.
“No, Daddy!” My horrified voice is barely a whisper.
“You've done it on car rides,” He reasons.
“That was different! I had to. And you- you weren't- you were driving!” My chest is hot and red under my bikini. I'm sure my face is just as flushed.
“It's okay, pumpkin, Daddy will help you.” His deep voice always has a calming effect on me. I can feel myself giving in, but the idea of peeing in a bottle in front of my dad-
“It's embarrassing, Daddy!”
His face gets a little stern. “It's not embarrassing at all, Patience. It's a completely normal bodily function. Here, I'll show you.” With that, Daddy tugs his pudgy penis out of his swim trunks and pisses a short, hard stream into the bottle.
I've seen Daddy’s penis, though it's been a while. I've even seen it hard, peeking around his cracked bedroom door and under his looser shorts when he naps in the living room. But seeing it today, maybe because we're alone, maybe because I'm watching him pee and he’s pinching the head between his fingers and I can see his pink hole around the yellowish flow- makes a forbidden, unknown rush of heat flood my core and I can't hold it anymore.
Piss drenches my bathing suit bottoms. Hot rivulets dribble down my thighs, pooling in my flip flops. Daddy lets out one huffing laugh. His own stream drizzles, stops. He kneels in front of my trembling legs. I'm wet, shaking, embarrassed, but he doesn't seem to mind. Daddy crooks one finger in my soaked bottoms and snaps them down to my knees. My stream is still interrupted by my puffy lips. Daddy digs the bottle’s mouth between them and finally I can hear my piss hissing and splattering against plastic.
Tears prick the corners of my eyes. “Daddy-” I whine. He shushes me. He's watching the bottle with a wide, hungry stare. We listen to my pee swell inside, slowing to a sprinkle as it gets closer and closer to the neck. It sounds dangerously close to overflowing despite how much piss soaks my legs and the floor. Finally the last dribbles splash. Daddy waits a long minute before he pulls the bottle away. “Had to make sure I got every last drop.” He rasps.
I've filled it up past the label. My body feels empty. My pee is darker than Daddy’s even though he’s much better at dunking and I swallowed so much water- or maybe I just had so much more inside me. The neck is slightly steamy. Daddy brings the bottle to his nose and sniffs with his eyes closed, like before he sips his most expensive wines.
“You smell delicious, pumpkin.” His voice is a low growl. Before I can even think, Daddy puts his lips at the mouth of the bottle and takes a deep draw of my hot yellow piss.
I shriek, “Daddy!” but it only makes him chuckle and sip again.
“Delicious,” he groans. “Just like I thought,”
XOXO
My mind flashes back to the beginning of summer vacation, the night after my first full day off. I spent the afternoon shopping with my best friends, buying everything Momma wouldn't approve of now that Sophia has her license. Short skirts, push-up bras, the teeny little black bikini I wore today, knowing Momma wouldn't want to come to the pool with a hangover, so it would be just me and Daddy- because of how he looked at me when he saw the other thing I bought at the mall.
It wasn't that racy, really, not compared to what Leah and Yasmin bought. It covered a lot, for lingerie- when I stared at myself in it in the mirror, I thought I looked like a girl playing dress-up. But when I met Daddy’s eyes in the mirror, I’d never seen such a ravenous expression on his face.
He's looking at me like that now, kneeling in my piss with a bottle of it raised to his parted lips. His penis still pokes out the top of his shorts, watching me. “Delicious,” Daddy repeats. His voice has changed, too. It's dark and commanding like I've just come home with the worst report card of my life. When he snaps, “take off your bra, Patience,” I obey without correcting him or expressing my immediate embarrassment.
My breasts are small; my nipples pucker painfully in the cold bathroom air. Daddy pours the rest of my hot piss over them. I gasp and nearly shriek, but he slaps his other hand over my mouth. In a split second the steaming flow chills, raising goose bumps on my chest and stomach. It splashes my bathing suit bottoms and toes.
Daddy lowers his head and slurps one nipple deep into his feverish mouth. My mouth falls open; he seizes the opportunity to fill the gaping cavity with two of his thick fingers. They’re salty and bitter. My breast vibrates as he speaks with my nub still between his teeth. “Our little secret, pumpkin,”
I'm muffled under his hand. “Yes, Daddy.”
He's tossed the bottle somewhere out of sight; he suckles and paws at my flat chest with reckless abandon, licking and guzzling the cooling piss from my flesh. Daddy groans. Finally my breasts must be clean enough for him because his mouth inches lower on my abdomen. He flicks his tongue into my belly button and wraps an arm around my waist when I flinch away.
“Spread your legs,” Daddy demands, flicking my sodden bathing suit bottoms to the floor. I barely move. “Spread ‘em,” he repeats, more sternly. I shuffle my feet apart. Daddy’s fingers brush my sticky, swollen labia. I jerk and tremble. “Try to stay still, pumpkin,” he says a touch kinder. His fingertip breaches my blazing slit as his tongue encircles my quivering button.
I collapse into the arm around my waist, my thighs straining. “OH- Daddy-” I gasp. His snicker into my folds makes my knees buckle. I can't tell what his tongue is doing, but its roving is magnificent. He's managed to work two meaty fingertips into my tight secret hole, simultaneously twisting and advancing into that undiscovered, slippery pocket.
When Daddy tears himself away his jaw is slick. “Daddy, there's so much pee-” I whisper.
“It's not pee, pumpkin. Your sweet little pussy is wet for me.”
“Oh-” I breathe, and he dives back between my thighs, nuzzling and groaning expletives. His fingers curl inside me. My wetness is making debaucherous soggy noises in harmony with Daddy’s sloppy guzzling. My head spins. I'm so dizzy, and even though my bladder is empty my pussy is hot and bursting like I'm going to pee in Daddy’s mouth. I open mine to warn him but I'm too slow, the delicious burning is filling me up-
“Come for me,” Daddy grunts. I spasm in his hands, imploding. Stars sparkle in my spinning vision. I reach out blindly; my hands tangle in Daddy’s dark hair. I clutch him like a life preserver, paralyzed by the detonation under his squirming tongue.
“Daddy,” I wail. Whatever is happening to me, I can't stop it. I'm putty for him. Every stroke is a cracking whip of heat up my spine.
Finally, Daddy releases me. I can barely stand but I manage well enough for him to clamber to his own feet. He's never felt so much larger and more powerful than me before now. I’m delicate porcelain beneath his greedy glare. I shiver. My nipples are hard as diamonds. An offensive conglomeration of piss and arousal nectar glistens down the inside of my thighs.
Daddy appraises me with the same gloss smeared ear to ear. “You look…” he begins, then he simply shakes his head. The peeking tip of his penis winks, jerks, and slips out of view beneath his trunk waistband. Daddy retrieves it for my display. “Give him a little kiss, pumpkin.”
I consider kneeling as he did, but I'm hesitant to touch the puddle I've made. Instead I fold into a deep bow to press a gentle puckered peck to the very top of Daddy’s growing pink head. He moans. “Give him a good long kiss, baby.” I don't really know what that means, but I rest my lips on the soft, hard velvet and let them gently drift apart. The end of my tongue flutters into his pulsing hole, right where I watched his piss come out. It still tastes faintly of bitter urine, but the stronger flavor is bitter and tangy, almost metallic. Like fresh salted meat. Saliva floods my mouth.
“Your penis tastes good, Daddy,” I beam at him, the tip millimeters from my teeth.
“Daddy’s cock, pumpkin,” He growls. His irises are almost indistinguishable from his pupils as he traces my bottom lip with his thumb. “You like Daddy’s cock in your mouth?” I nod. “Tell me, baby.”
“I like Daddy’s cock in my mouth,” I obediently chirrup. He grunts and thrusts it back between my lips, past my teeth onto my tongue. I let the taste of him fill my lungs before I suck him deeper. He grips my ponytail, his face screwed with the effort not to shove himself all the way into my throat. Spit bubbles past my lips, squelching obscenely. After only a few short, luscious strokes, Daddy jerks away. A thin string of spittle connects our slimy holes for an instant.
“It feels too good, pumpkin, you're gonna make Daddy bust.” He glances around the family bathroom, tugging at his engorged tip. “Get on the toilet on your hands and knees.” He rips away the caution tape. There's no seat cover and the water inside is slightly cloudy.
It's foul, but I don't hesitate to leave my flip flops where I stand. I scramble over the out of order sign onto the seat and lean my elbows on the tank. I expect his body heat against my back, but instead there's a long pause before hot liquid splatters my ass and dribbles down my labia. I hear it trickle into the toilet bowl beneath me. Daddy’s finishing his piss on me, peeing right onto my asshole and pussy. The fire deep in my holes intensifies. I don't know how much of the juice oozing down my thighs is Daddy’s piss or my dirty wet excitement. His scorching stream splashes my bare feet, tickling between my toes. It's disgusting, filthy, but I feel the not-pee sensation building in my pussy again. I'm shuddering with lust bent over the toilet seat, listening to the last trickles of Daddy’s strong gush patter into the bowl.
“Don't move, pumpkin,” Daddy moans. A sudden white burst of light outlines my shadow on the wall and I hear the conspicuous artificial shutter of a phone camera. My heart clatters in my ribcage. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Daddy’s dirty little slut.” Another flash, click. “Reach behind you and spread your ass for Daddy, baby.”
My hands tremble but I do as he says. When I pull my smooth globes apart, the cool air instantly freezes the piss drying on my skin. I feel the tight muscles puckering, kissing at Daddy, showing off the pink inside. Flash, click. Flash, click. He pushes me flush against the back of the toilet, grinding my tiny tits. I'm wretched with goose bumps, prickled with cold and shame. In this position, Daddy’s camera captures my drooling shell spread wide, still weeping mucilage into the bowl, my asshole winking above. It's humiliating. It's exhilarating. I've never felt so repugnant and I want Daddy to do more to me.
I must say the last bit aloud; Daddy groans behind me, “you're fucking divine,” and something hard pokes me between the legs. It's so much bigger than Daddy's fingers, and I've never felt anything like it before, but I know without looking it’s Daddy’s fat cock. He's hard for me. I feel another gush from my core. Daddy swirls his cockhead at the entrance to my special hole. “You're so wet, baby,” he moans, his mouth close to my ear. His sigh ruffles the hair coming loose under my ball cap. “Your little cunt is drenched in my piss and your cum. I knew you were a filthy fucking whore.” He eases just the tip in, gently, teasing me with the promise of fullness. Someone is making a low, keening, animal noise. I slowly realize it's me, whimpering for him. “I'm going to fuck your filthy, piss-soaked pussy. Beg for it, pumpkin.”
I don't think I'm capable of forming words. I mewl and drool, dribbling pussy juice down his throbbing shaft, but he understands. Daddy’s first thrust is punishing. I gasp in a wordless cry as he stuffs me full, finally erupting into twitching, creaming completion even as my tunnel bloats painfully around the hard intruder. Daddy bottoms out inside me and flicks my button. The cry that erupts from me is inhuman. Fire floods my belly, ambushing my oversensitive knob, and I burst. More piss squirts at the toilet, missing the bowl and hitting the top of my foot. Daddy grunts and jerks inside me. My pee has splashed off the toilet seat and spritzed his knee, his shin. It's dripping through his leg hair towards his feet.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he growls and digs his fingers into my hips above my hands. “I want to enjoy this.” He steps back so his hips are no longer flush to my ass. One of his hands disappears. Flash, click. “This is gonna be cold, baby,” he warns, then I hear him spit a moment before a wet globule splatters my exposed asshole. It winks at him in protest. Daddy rubs his saliva in with his thumb, lazily swirling it into my pucker. I barely notice when he starts applying pressure. The audible pop when he breaks my taboo seal reddens all of my cheeks.
“Daddy-”
“Hush, pumpkin.” He says it in his commanding voice, so I listen. I let him wriggle his thumb in my dirty hole, slick with lechery. “I'm not going to fuck your ass. Yet.” I yelp. “Be a good girl for Daddy, Patience, stretch those pretty cunt lips for me.” It hurts my forearms, but I strain my fingertips nearer and pull it wide.
Daddy’s following thrusts are gentle and lazy: full extrication before one long, slow, methodical stab deep into my burning slit. It hurts good, like pulling out a splinter or brushing my hair too hard. I’m floating somewhere outside myself, tethered to my body only by the advancing and retracting rod inside me. Somehow, somewhere, I find the strength to beg him, “More, Daddy, please-” and as he has for all my life, Daddy obliges.
He spanks me with his hips, pounding harder and faster. The squelching echoing within me and between us is foul. Daddy’s grunts and moans punctuate my lewd bleating wails. He uses the thumb in my ass like an anchor, hauling his dense body toward my small, hunched frame on the toilet. My ribs mash my tits between the cover and lid. The porcelain has been pinching my poor, abused nipples and sanding my sore knees raw, but I hardly notice. All of my awareness is on two stretching holes.
Daddy releases my hip to slap my ass twice, solidly. I yelp and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. The strange good pain radiates through my entire being. He clutches my ponytail, weaving his fingers between my scrunchie and scalp. I'm reduced to points of exquisite agony: My toes, curled and bouncing off the edge of the pissy seat. Raw, stinging kneecaps. The torturous bite in my brutalized tits. A dull ache on the ass to compliment the very slight companion inside it. But best of all, the sweet, smoldering pain building deep inside my cunt where only Daddy can touch.
The outside gate creaks conspicuously. We both go completely still and silent, but Daddy still reaches around to cover my mouth with his big hand. It inadvertently stretches from my chin to my nose. My scrunchie follows his fingers out of my hair; it's just heavy enough for me to hear it settle on top of the piss and cum in the toilet bowl. I know it's silly, but I tear up. Because I might be caught in the family bathroom at the neighborhood pool with my father’s cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass… but that's my favorite scrunchie.
Daddy figures out who it is before I do. From the first word in, “Hello, is anybody here…” he's already vibrating. By the time I realize, he doesn't give me a chance to process that hearing her walk onto the pool deck hasn't deflated his cock; he’s fucking me with ferocious glee before Momma has finished her sentence. I stifle my cries in Daddy’s palm. “Bill? Patience? Helloooo?”
“Come for me, pumpkin.” Daddy hisses in my ear. His hand tenses over my nose and lips. His tongue circles my lobe, flicks the tragus, tickles right on the edge of the canal. I shudder. His cock twitches in my guts. “Cum for Daddy, baby girl.”
The scream that wrenches from my throat is unavoidable. My cunt undulates around Daddy’s pounding meat, slurping his hot white muck into my snatch. I've watched it come out into his hand, once, a very long time ago when Momma was asleep and I was supposed to be. He'd panted and groaned under his breath then, slouched in the corner over the toilet in the master bathroom. I’d fantasized about that moment every night since, never imagining... The real thing is indescribable. Daddy mutters praises in husky grunts, extolling my “tight, steamy cunt” and “slutty little body” as his spunk splatters my insides. I shake uncontrollably, weeping as he steals my air with his hand and his cock.
There's a knock at the door but I'm under a spell. I know it's Momma, I know she's found us, but there are bright globes glittering at the edge of my vision. The only sensation in my body is the firey pool of Daddy’s semen deep inside me. I don't know if I'm still cumming or just passing out. Right as darkness creeps over, Daddy lets me breathe. He dips his first finger into the pool of spit under my tongue when I gasp for air and drags my jaw down. Saliva chases itself over his knuckles, tendon, wrist, pools in the crook of his elbow. He lets his softening cock fall from my greedy hole once my chest stops heaving.
Only then do I notice the knocking and Daddy walking naked to the door. His thick cock is still half-hard and trailing our fluids in vulgar puddles. I fly from the toilet as quickly as my shaking legs can manage but I'm far too slow. Daddy’s already unlocked the door.
“Who do you think the pictures were for, pumpkin?” He grins and turns the knob.
Momma’s eyes are wicked. “You two having fun?” She asks, but she doesn't sound angry and a mysterious smirk twists her lips. Neither moves to close the door as it swings wide. What I can see of the pool is empty but I still smack my arms over my nakedness with a shriek. Momma and Daddy both laugh darkly.
“Nobody's here, pumpkin,” Daddy says. “You think I would fuck you like that if just anyone could hear you screaming for your Daddy to fill your sloppy cunt?” My mouth gapes.
“I've been listening to you and Daddy the whole time,” Momma admits. He grins, his cock bobbing. My world has exploded and my piss hasn't even dried on his cheeks. “The pool closed an hour ago. I told Mr. Watson I would deal with the padlocks tonight. Daddy and I decided…” They exchange a glance I can't possibly decipher.
Almost in sync, Momma and Daddy reach for me and gingerly pry my hands from across my chest and pussy. Daddy finishes Momma’s sentence. “You're old enough, baby.”
Momma nods. I realize my head is swiveling back and forth between my parents, mouth still hanging open. She takes my chin in her fingertips. “It's what my parents did for me, and Maw’s parents for her.” She traces my sticky areola with her other hand. “A family tradition.”
I whisper, “but…. The water bottle…?”
Momma giggles. “Daddy’s particular perversion.”
“Guilty,” he shrugs. There's none in his face whatsoever.
They bump me back toward the toilet again. Daddy nudges my shoulder; I let him guide me down onto the seat. I can't comprehend that I was just crouched atop it with his cock inside me. It hovers near my cheek now, slowly rising. Someone knocks Daddy’s hat from my head. Sweaty, damp blonde hair overtakes my peripherals. Momma kisses me softly, like the one I gave Daddy’s hot, bulbous dome. Her lips part and the tip of her tongue caresses the front of my teeth. My pussy spasms, squirting a rope of Daddy’s cum into the murky bowl.
Momma trails delicate kisses along my jaw to my ear. She sucks the lobe between her teeth and nibbles. “Watch this,” She whispers. Metal scrapes. So much for my scrunchie
The toilet begins to rumble. Daddy thrusts his cock against my lips until I take him into my mouth; Momma’s cool, dry hand plunges into the lake between my legs. Her fingers dance over my sensitive bean. Icy toilet water, piss, cum, spit, and God knows what else is whirlpooled down into the recesses of the bowl, whipping across my naked, swollen holes. This time, Daddy’s not careful with my throat. He pounds the back of my head with his meat until tears and snot stream into my loose hair and I can't hold back hideous gurgles.
XOXO
It's Momma’s mouth around my battered nipple that pushes me over the edge again. I'm sure I lose consciousness this time; when the throes of my explosive cum have passed, Momma’s sucking cum and spittle off Daddy’s soft cock. I'm slouched on the toilet with unspeakable fluids trickling from my pulsating cunt into the still toilet water.
“Well hello, Sleeping Beauty,” Daddy jokes. Momma hums a greeting around his meat. “Did you like that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I don't even try to stand. I crawl on my knees to my fellating parents.
“Take off Momma’s clothes.” He commands. Until this moment I hadn't noticed she wore anything at all. Her heavy breasts and shaved pussy are bare under a gauzy bathing suit coverup. I struggle with the straps for a moment before Momma reaches back with one hand to point at the clasps. They only need two clicks to unmask her pendulous tits. The dress pools around her waist but I only have eyes for the dark, puffy nipples cresting her freckled mounds.
Daddy’s hand on the back of my head guides me into the breasts that sustained my life. Momma tastes like sweet sweat and something familiar, nostalgic. “Suck hard, baby,” Momma coos. When I glance up, she and Daddy are both greedily eyeballing my lips around her teat. She pulls my torso onto her lap and cradles my head in her arm. “Momma has a treat for you.”
Daddy slaps his cockhead playfully against her cheek. “Just like you used to like it, pumpkin.”
Tangy milk spurts the back of my throat. I gag. Momma and Daddy chuckle. The hand on the back of my head thrusts me more forcefully into her squirting cushion. It only takes a moment to adjust to the flow after the first few powerful jets, but the flavor remains slightly bizarre. Momma strokes my cheek crooning, “you'll get used to the taste, baby. You refused to eat anything else for the longest time! Everyone made fun of us for how long you nursed, but I knew it would make you big and strong. Like your Daddy.” She chuckles.
Sure enough when I open my eyes, Daddy’s rock hard cock is bobbing over my face. He grinds it between my cheek and Momma’s soft teat, murmurs something softly, strokes my hair. The acrid scents of pussy and piss intermingle with Momma’s cloying perfume. My pussy drools. I'm curled around Momma’s half-naked body in a fetal position, but with an inelegant twist I manage to flatten my hips on the bathroom floor, legs spread.
“My God, she's eager,” Momma laughs.
“Like you wouldn't believe,” Daddy replies, raspy. “Do you need the toilet, Momma?”
I feel her moan in my throat. The consistent splurts of breastmilk stutter. “Not yet, Daddy. Her mouth feels so good.”
He disengages from our lewd pile long enough to readjust down between my hips. “I can't wait to pee inside her,” Daddy says. He teases me with his cockhead like before, in and out, just the tip. Blessed torture. I don't know why they're talking like I'm not there, but it’s making me throb. “I wish you could feel how tight her little cunt squeezes my pecker, Momma. She's so wet for us.”
I try to free myself from Momma’s nectar cocoon but she grips my head tight to her breast. “Let me feel her dirty hole, Daddy.” Momma doesn't wait for Daddy to pull out; milk splurts from my lips as two, three, I don't know how many fingers join his thick cock within my swollen cunt. I shriek into her flesh. “She is a fucking slut, you're right!” They both writhe inside me. “Are you sure you took her virginity today, Bill? God, this hole can stretch.”
Momma wrenches herself out of my tight snatch and slaps my spread, glistening pussy. I can feel my heart pounding within my button. In the same instant her hand collides with my swollen cunt a second time, Daddy launches his cruel assault on my helpless fuckhole. I'm too spent to cum again: all I can do is scream wordlessly. Momma muffles my howls with her heavy tit meat and the milk spilling out of my engorged cheeks, dripping down our flushed bodies, soaking her discarded dress.
Suddenly Momma’s scarlet face appears very close to mine as she yanks my mouth away from her leaking nipple. “Mommy’s gonna cum,” She hisses. I barely catch myself with my elbows but Momma shoves me down flat. She kneels on either side of my head, thick thighs enveloping me, the diaphanous dress fluttering down to tent me in heady, humid darkness. The folds of her glistening pussy are hidden in shadow until she reaches into my lurid cavern to fiddle the oversized knob at her pinnacle. Light pours into the cleft on either side of her wrist.
Momma’s screams and Daddy’s grunts are slightly muffled by the dress, but nothing can stifle the sound of the rushing torrent which erupts from Momma’s pee hole. “I'm cumming, I'm cumming, drink Mommy’s cum baby!” Her juices splash from my open mouth, splatter across my nose and eyes I barely manage to squeeze shut in time. My hair is instant wet ropes around my ears. I do my best to swallow what I can, but Momma’s cum is neverending. And still Daddy fucks me, hands wrapped around my sides for purchase, my knees hiked up around his hips. His balls thwap my ass cheeks obscenely.
“Squirt on our baby girl,” Daddy groans. His fingers tighten uncomfortably in my flesh, but I can feel his balls jerking. “Fuck, that is so-” The flow has slowed enough for me to hear their mouths clashing. Momma tugs her hand away so I'm stranded in darkness for the last dribbles of her lust. Daddy grunts and trembles. The heat inside me is smaller- and I'm slightly disappointed that Momma took his praises this time- but I'm happy to feel Daddy’s cum streaming from my swollent, spent cunt when he shrinks.
Momma lifts one leg over my head and sits back beside Daddy. The lights blind me, but the doorway yawns black behind my parents. They don't look shameful, or excited, just… expectant. I’m filthy with old piss and whatever the hell squirt is, dripping two loads of Daddy’s cum, and splayed across a disgusting public bathroom which reeks of our vulgar activities. I don't know what they expect me to say.