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What the hell you thought. You wormed you way into your father’s embrace while he was still seated and planted your full luscious lips on his. Feeling the prickle from his moustache you started to aggressively kiss your father, snaking your tongue into his accepting mouth and entangling it with his own. His breath tasted of coffee and yesterdays dinner. You weren’t sure if he had even brushed his teeth this morning. Nevertheless, you were too turned on to stop now. You had never really been attracted to your father as a male, but now that you were a woman this avenue was too inviting not to explore.

You continued to exchange saliva with your father as his hands found their way under the neckline of your summer dress and started groping at your newly formed breasts. Your mother meanwhile had pulled out her own bouncy C-cup breasts free from her tank top and was passionately tweaking her nipples, bringing long moans from her as she gobbled your father’s cock. She made sure to put her best effort in sucking him dry, only pulling his prick out to lick its length or give his balls some special treatment.

With you and your mother working in tandem it wasn’t long before your father got close to finishing. His kiss with you became more aggressive as did his mauling of your tits. You had never known that breasts could be so sensitive. Every time his thumb grazed over your nipple it felt like electric shocks being sent down you spine straight to your pussy. Eventually you felt your mother become more aggressive with her sucking as your father tensed up and loudly groaned into the kiss. You knew he had just came in your mother’s mouth and she had happily swallowed every last drop of his semen.

With a loud pop your mother pulled your father’s cock free from the vacuum of her mouth. You too broke your kiss with him and pulled away freeing your sore breasts from his grasp.

“Oh shit I’m going to be late!” Your father panicked as he shot up and quickly fixed his pants and shirt. “Thanks you too, but I have to run! Love you!”

Your father bolted out the door as you fixed your dress and your mother climbed out from under the table and pulled her tank top back over her breasts.