Alex Liked What She Saw

Alex slammed her bedroom door and cranked the music, but the bass couldn't drown out the images burning behind her eyes. She'd seen everything - the way her dad's undone jeans hung low on his hips, the sheen of sweat on his chest, the unmistakable scent of sex clinging to him. And those sounds... Claire's desperate moans, Gloria's commanding Spanish, the wet slap of skin on skin.

She threw herself onto her bed, headphones on but music low enough that she could still hear faint echoes through the walls. Her hand slipped under her oversized sweatshirt, fingers finding her already-hard nipples. She pinched and rolled them, imagining it was Gloria's hands instead - those confident, knowing fingers that had been buried inside her mother just moments ago.

"Fuck," Alex whispered, her other hand pushing into her shorts. She was soaked, her pussy already throbbing from what she'd witnessed. Two fingers slid easily through her folds, finding her clit swollen and sensitive.

In her mind, she wasn't in her room anymore. She was in that bedroom, watching Gloria fuck her mother senseless. She could see Claire's face pressed into the pillows, ass up, taking Gloria's strap-on while that glass toy stretched her pussy. Alex's fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm she imagined Gloria using.

Her mind shifted to her dad - Phil standing there in the hallway, cock still hard and glistening with Claire's juices. What would it feel like to wrap her lips around him? To taste her own mother on his cock? Alex moaned, two fingers pushing inside herself while her thumb worked her clit.

She imagined Gloria noticing her, that wicked smile spreading across her face. "Come here, mija," Gloria would say, crooking her finger. Alex would crawl onto the bed, and Gloria would guide her between Claire's spread legs. "Taste how wet your mother gets for us."

Alex's fingers pumped faster, her free hand gripping her breast hard enough to leave marks. She could almost taste it - Claire's pussy, slick and swollen, Phil's cum still dripping from her. Her tongue would lap at Claire's clit while Gloria fucked her ass, the three of them moving together in a filthy rhythm.

Her orgasm built fast, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she imagined Phil behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance while Gloria held her down. "Such a good girl," Gloria would purr. "Taking daddy's cock like you were made for it."

Alex came hard, her body shaking as she bit down on her pillow to muffle her cries. Her pussy pulsed around her fingers, wetness soaking through her shorts. But even as the aftershocks faded, she found herself wanting more.

She rolled onto her stomach, grinding against her hand, already imagining round two. Maybe she'd wait until they thought she was asleep. Maybe she'd crack her door open just enough to watch. Maybe she'd be brave enough to join them.

Her fingers found her clit again, already sensitive and swollen. The night was young, and Alex had a lot of fantasies to work through.