She Likes To Watch (Part 2)
She Likes To Watch (Part 2)
Sex Story Author: | Pen_Name |
Sex Story Excerpt: | Sara was stunned as she felt the hot, throbbing piece of meat in her hand. Her lips parted and her |
Sex Story Category: | Female / Girl |
Sex Story Tags: | Female / Girl, Fiction, First Time, Hardcore, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Threesome, Virginity, Wife, Young |
She Likes To Watch (Part 2)
Sara sobbed into her pillow. The room was dark and her naked body shivered and trembled. “Go to your room,” was all her mother had said and she ran upstairs without her t-shirt and threw herself onto her bed, terrified and confused. In an instant she had gone from a state of ecstasy to the depths of despair. She had only wanted to watch them, but before she knew what was what, her father was fucking her virgin pussy with his tongue. She felt betrayed. She had tried to stop him and in the end he just stood there saying nothing while her mother cast all the blame at her. What was going to happen?
A car door opened and Sara lifted her head to the window to see her Aunt Jill and Daryl tucking Kevin, the inebriated boyfriend, into the passenger seat of her car. How can she get mad at me when I saw her doing those things with her own sister? Sara asked herself. They closed the door on Kevin and Sara watched as Jill flipped open her cell phone and typed in Daryl’s number. They were kissing good night when Sara jumped at the sound of her mother’s voice rising like thunder from the foot of the stairs.
“I want you down here right now, young lady!” shouted her Mom. Sara’s heart was pounding and she fought to stop her tears. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long dark hair was in a tangled mess and her face was puffy and red from crying. There was a scratch on her left breast and her nipples were soar from when her father had pinched them. There was even a hickey on her neck. All the evidence was there, but it seemed more like a dream that little more than half-an-hour ago her father had given the thirteen-year-old her first orgasm, and on her birthday no less.
Sara was trembling so badly she had trouble getting her foot into her panties. She tugged another t-shirt over her head and made her way down the stairs on rubbery knees.
“Out here!” barked her mother, and Sara followed her voice out onto the patio. She pulled the hem of her shirt down at the front to cover her underwear and stepped timidly out onto the porch, terrified of what was about to happen. She made it one step, and then she froze in her tracks.
Her father sat on the edge of the hot tub, naked, his feet dangling in the water. He wasn’t looking at his daughter. Instead, his attention was focused on the glass pipe in his hand as he held the lighter to it and took a long, deep drag. Her mother was sitting in the tub at her father’s side. She was also naked, but her eyes were zeroed in on her daughter. Sara took all this in in the blink of an eye, and then her gaze was immediately drawn to her mother’s hand as it lazily stroked the hard length of her father’s cock.
“This sneaking around and spying on us has been going on for almost a year now, and your father and I are about fed up with it,” declared her Mom in an authoritative tone, even as her hand slid up and down her husband cock. Sara’s jaw dropped, whether out of shock or a desire to protest she wasn’t sure, but not a sound left her mouth. She had no idea how to react to this situation, or how her parents expected her to react, but the emotion and the confusion of the evening suddenly caught up to her and she once again began trembling and tears welled up in her eyes.
“Enough with the crying,” her mother challenged her in a softer but no-nonsense scold, “If you’re old enough to go scurrying around watching us fuck, your old enough to take responsibility for it. Now climb down in here with us,” she added, motioning her daughter to the bubbling tub of water, “You’re trembling all over. Come on, the water will warm you up and we need to talk.” Her voice was softer now, calmer, but Sara just stood there. Her eyes were locked on her father’s cock as her mother absentmindedly rolled it in her hand. She heard what her Mom was saying but the young girl almost felt as if she was outside herself watching this bizarre scene instead of actually taking part in it.
“Now, Sara!” her Mom’s voice was firm again and the command jolted Sara back into her body. Her father had been focusing all his attention on the pipe in his hand up to that point, but as Sara pulled the t-shirt up over her head, she could feel his eyes on her. Her mother too was watching and Sara was aware that her naked, thirteen-year-old body was on display for them and they made no attempts to hide their interest.
Sara slipped down into the writhing bubbles and the heat did indeed feel good against her goose pimpled flesh. Her mother suddenly released her father’s cock and glided across the tub to Sara, who flinched as she approached.
“It’s alright,” her Mom told her in almost a whisper, all the anger gone from her voice. “Here,” she said and she pulled Sara down under the water and pushed her dark hair back over her shoulders as she resurfaced. She wiped the tears from her daughter’s swollen cheeks and pulled the girl into her arms. “God, your built just like your Aunt,” she said and Sara was keenly aware of their naked bodies as her mother’s left hand slid down over her hip. “Although, I think in a few years, your boobs will be more like mine,” she added and Sara’s insides shuddered with a nervous energy as her Mom’s right hand left her cheek and traveled down, lightly caressing the curve of her daughter’s breast. Sara looked over her Mom’s shoulder to see her Dad watching them.
“I’m not really angry,” her mother smiled at her, “but we need to talk about some things. Come here,” and she took Sara by the hand and guided her over to where her father sat at the edge of the tub. Her mother resumed her spot beside her father but she pulled Sara right up between his legs. “Your Dad told me what happened tonight,” and as she spoke she took her daughter’s hand and brought it up to her husband’s prick and molded her tiny fingers around the thick shaft.
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