Megan

Cyndi sat in silence in the bathroom, trying to figure out who had entered the house. She was certain it wasn’t George, since he was going to be out of town for at least another week. She nervously cracked open the bathroom door, trying to peer through the narrow opening to catch a glimpse of the unknown visitor. She gasped in horror when she recognized the young shapely blonde whisk by her towards the living room.

Megan McAllister, Cyndi’s eighteen year-old daughter, had unexpectedly decided to come home from college to congratulate her father for his victory. She unlocked the door, assuming that no one was home, and dropped her duffel bag at the doorway. She closed the door, noting that it still creaked, the same as when she had left for college.

Megan had rounded the entryway about to announce her arrival, in case anyone was home, when suddenly she gasped and covered her mouth, stifling a shrill shriek of surprise. Not wanting to startle and awaken the two naked black men, Megan stood motionless until she was able to regain her composure. Confident she would not scream, she lowered her hand from her mouth and resumed breathing, while keeping her eyes glued to the display of ebony flesh.

Megan could feel her heart pounding in her throat as her chest pounded with every beat. She nervously looked around for any family members, wondering who the strangers were. She wrongly assumed they were friends of Jason, her step-brother, whom she knew was helping her dad with the campaign. She figured they had a wild party, as Jason always did, and things got carried away. She continued eyeing the two naked figures as she felt her body became aroused with the nastiness of the situation. She felt like a voyeur as she took in every detail of the sleeping bodies, including the flaccid, yet still long cocks, dangling before her eyes. Megan could feel her nipples tighten and protrude against the short sleeve wool sweater she was wearing. She wasn’t wearing a bra, feeling the material against her swelling bosom.

Still silent, Megan absentmindedly began brushing her right hand across her itching chest as she imagined the black cocks at full mast. She contemplated how long she should remain there staring, or whether she should seek out her half-brother, to let him know she was home. She found herself frozen on the spot, unable to move despite her decision of what should be done. Rather than move on, Megan found herself becoming more aroused as her hand was playfully tweaking her visibly distended nipples. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs as she stood in silence, teasing herself with her thoughts.

It had grown to be too much for Megan to resist her temptations and her bodily urges. With nervous trepidation, she raised her knee-length skirt and lowered her right hand between her legs. Her left hand replaced her right, attending to her aching breasts. With seemingly practiced ease, Megan pushed aside the flimsy fabric of her thong in order to rub her middle finger along her moist slit. Megan ran her fuck digit along the length several times, parting the folds and spreading her wetness, before she closed her eyes and thrust the finger in. She held back a whimper as her body rocked with a tiny tremor as the slim finger dove into the dam. When she opened her eyes, glazed with lust, she tried to focus on the naked figures, breathing deeply in preparation of each finger fuck. As she slowly increased the tempo, her breathing became more labored, more audible, and came in a more rapid succession. Every so often she would let a purr, whimper, or moan escape her body, trying to remain silent so as not to wake the sleeping saints.

Unable to hold back, Megan lifted her sweater, exposing her breasts to the cool air in the room, and openly fondled them, while bringing her slick finger to her mouth for a taste of her womanly fluids. She sucked the fluids from the finger as if sucking cum off a miniature cock, then repeated her actions with the dry ring finger. She quickly returned the two spit-soaked digits to her dripping slit and slid them into the watery depths. Two strokes later she pulled them out and centered her attention on the rubbery bud, peeking out from beneath its shield. She held her breath as she vigorously diddled her clit. When she felt her legs tremble she drove her fingers back into her burning cauldron. She repeated this process numerous times, repeatedly bringing herself to the brink of orgasm, then backing off. Each time she backed off though, she had reached a higher plateau, narrowing the gap between her current position and the point of no return. As she climbed to higher levels, her mind filled with more lurid and lewd images of the two naked men taking advantage of her body. She had leapt over the cliff, and was now drowning in a tidal wave of fluids as her body erupted from the self-induced orgasm. Tears rolled from her eyes as she cried out her restrained release, slowing down her ministrations as the waves of pleasure ebbed back out to sea.

Confident that Jason was still sleeping, Megan determined her destiny. Only partially satiated, she acted on her body’s commands. Slowly and quietly she slipped off her platform shoes and stepped onto the soft carpeting. She crossed her arms grabbing the hem of her sweater, and raised her hands, peeling the sweater from her tight body and head. She shook her head, sending her golden strands of hair over her shoulders to cascade fully down to her waist. Dropping the sweater at her feet, she reached to the hem of her skirt and lowered the hidden zipper. Megan wiggled her hips causing the tweed skirt to fall at her feet. Megan quickly caressed her curves, smoothing out the tiny bumps which rose to the surface from her nervousness, before grabbing the tie strings to her thong. Pulling on the loose ends simultaneously, Megan undid the binds that held the skimpy material in place. She dropped tiny undergarment and stood completely naked at the entryway to the living room.

Cyndi, much like Megan, was frozen in place. Unable to move from either embarrassment or shock, Cyndi found herself spying on her unsuspecting daughter as she masturbated in front of the two sleeping boys that had fucked her silly the night before. While Megan was masturbating, Cyndi became unusually aroused watching her almost twin-like offspring, pleasure herself. Unconsciously, Cyndi began mimicking Megan’s actions, as she too brought herself to a weird feeling climax. Cyndi sat confused and bewildered, trying to figure out her feelings and actions as Megan recovered from her climax. The voyeuristic experience was extremely stimulating, adding to the fact, it was her daughter, and that she was sexually beautiful. Cyndi found herself strangely wanting to be with her daughter, to touch her, and feel her … sexually!

Cyndi gasped audibly, covering her mouth as she did so, when she spotted Megan totally nude, walking towards Simmons still sleeping in the recliner.