Chapter 9
The next evening, after they had finished their dinner, Susan fixed Raymond a drink in the family room. He leaned back in his wide, leather lounge chair.
"Why all this attention?" he asked, amused. "Did I do something right for a change around here?"
"I just feel in a good mood, darling," she said, kissing him. "A good, loving mood."
"You mean after last night?" he teased, patting her shapely ass.
"Especially because of last night," she replied, moving away. "Last night was fantastic, and I hope tonight will be even more fantastic for you ... for us."
About eight o'clock that evening, Raymond was very much mellowed out. He had finished off three good drinks, and he felt totally at peace with himself and the world in general. In fact, he couldn't recall having felt this good for a long time. It was not just the drinks, he knew, but something else. There seemed to be an air about the house, an air of anticipation, of expectancy. He could feel the excitement all about, and he tingled with it. He did not understand the sensation, but he liked it very much.
Susan came in, carrying a drink of her own. He did not recall seeing her fixing the drink at the wet bar, but that didn't matter. He saw she was wearing her dressing gown, a floor-length gown belted at the waist. It was open enough at the top to expose the creamy valley between her tits.
"Where are the kids?" he asked.
"Upstairs," she said, sitting down on the couch across from him. The robe parted, revealing her long, creamy thighs, just high enough for him to see all the way to her cunt.
"Like it?" she asked.
"I love it," he replied with a grin. "You know I love seeing you in revealing clothing."
"It could become dangerous. I mean, you might get horny and try to fuck me or something."
"That is a distinct possibility," he grinned lewdly. "Would that be so horrible?"
"I'd love it!"
Just then Tracy and Paul came down the stairs and joined their parents. Susan noted with pleasure that Tracy was wearing the special baby-doll gown and bikini panties they had recently purchased. It was a frilly garment, transparent. Tracy's precious little tits were almost visible behind some strategically placed designs of lace. The gown hung not far enough to conceal the sweetness of her asscheeks, and the bikini panties concealed nothing. They were hardly more than a piece of string pulled into her warm, inviting ass-crack, with a tiny piece of cloth in the shape of a triangle to cover her pussy.
Susan watched Raymond's reaction when their daughter entered the room and sprawled in the middle of the floor. She lay on her belly, her ass jutting deliciously upwards, her long, smooth thighs slightly apart. This was one aspect Susan had not discussed with her daughter, but Tracy was a natural tease and knew just what to do. She smiled inwardly as she watched her daughter adjust her position so that her feet were directly toward her father. Susan had not folded her robe over her thigh, and she continued to sit there that way. Raymond shot puzzled looks at her, his eyes going significantly from her exposed thigh to their son, who quite obviously looked at his mother with lust in his eyes.
Susan pretended to miss the signals Raymond shot at her, examining her finger nails and humming happily to herself. She could see Raymond's cock swelling as he gazed in what he felt was secrecy at his daughter's enticing exposure.
Tracy turned her head and gave her mother a knowing grin, and Susan gave it back. Tracy twisted her cute little ass, pretending to find some comfortable position. The motion caused the short hem of her gown to draw halfway past her inviting ass. Tracy's asscheeks were fully exposed to not only her brother, but to her father as well. Susan watched when Raymond's eyes opened wider, his tongue licking nervously over his lips. Susan licked her own lips as she turned her eyes to Tracy's lovely little ass, remembering how it felt in her palms, how good her daughter's fine, sweet pussy had tasted to her. She remembered how she and Tracy had sucked Paul's cock together, and her cunt began to steam and twitch with growing anticipation.
Letting her eyes drift to Paul, she looked at the front of his pants, and was pleased to note the bulge of his hard cock there. She was also pleased to note he could hardly keep his eyes off her thighs, and the sweetness of Tracy's ass. She knew how excited he was by all this revealed flesh, and she wanted to go to him, to caress that lovely hard-on, to suck it for him, and fuck him. But she had to take this in planned stages. That is, if she wanted it to work the way she and her children had discussed it. She was still not certain which way her husband would react, whether he would come on with intense pleasure, or anger. She had heard Tracy and Paul talk of how he looked at her, of course, and she had listened to Tracy as her daughter explained to her how her father was always peeking at her, trying to see under her dresses.
Susan could see well enough that Raymond was certainly interested in Tracy now. He could hardly take his eyes off her pretty ass. At first, Susan had been dubious of what Tracy had said, but she knew without a doubt that Raymond had a definite sexual interest in Tracy.
Conversation was very limited, almost nonexistent. All of them were anxious, and only Raymond didn't know what was going on. Susan was anxious because she wanted Raymond to accept, eagerly and willing, what she and the children had planned. Tracy was anxious because she was looking forward to being with her father. Paul, because he was waiting for a second fuck his mother had promised him--and also to fuck Tracy.
Raymond, Susan thought, was wanting to see more of his daughter's body. His expression told her that. She was pleased when Tracy allowed her legs to open wider, and then she realized that Raymond could see the fine, curling hairs of their daughter's cunt now. She noticed Raymond's cock became fully hardened, his eyes gleaming, fixed between her creamy thighs, gazing directly into her crotch.
Susan was very, very excited. She uncrossed her long legs and deliberately allowed her knees to part, just far enough and long enough to let her son have a quick peek at her cunt. She was not wearing panties, of course. She saw him suck in air as he looked at her hairy twat, and flashed him a quick wink.
Standing up, she said, "Let's go to bed, Raymond. I'm sort of tired."
Raymond looked up at her, his eyes slightly unfocused and blurry. His mouth was open. Susan laughed softly.
"Close your mouth, darling," she whispered.
A deep flush came over his face as he quickly got to his feet, turning sideways so his children would not see the enormous bulge of his hard, throbbing cock. "Come on," Susan said, taking his hand.
As they climbed the stairs, with Susan slightly ahead of him, she felt his hand caressing her ass. She giggled and ran into their room, throwing her gown off quickly. She jumped onto the bed, standing in the center on her knees.
"You better hurry, darling," she said in a thick voice. "That cock looks like it might go off any moment."
Raymond was out of his clothes quickly. He moved onto the bed, grabbing for his wife eagerly. She fought with him, playfully, laughing and rolling about as he attempted to get her on her back. His cock rubbed all over her as they wrestled playfully. And as they wrestled about, Susan caught sight of Paul and Tracy peering around the open door, both with huge smiles on their faces. She stuck her tongue out playfully at them, opening her legs wide to show her pussy as she wrestled with Raymond. She saw Paul gripping his cock, jacking on it as he fingered his sister's cunt with his other hand. She knew she would have to get this going soon before they became too excited.
She sprawled on her back, legs wide, allowing Raymond to pin her there. "Oh, darling," she murmured, "let's stop screwing around. Fuck me, Raymond! Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me!"
He laughed as he moved between her widespread thighs, his cock throbbing. "I'll fuck you," he said. "I'll fuck that hot pussy for you--good!"
"Mmmmm," Susan gurgled as she felt his prick slip into her tight, wet, hot snatch. She lifted her ass for him, sighing with pleasure as his cock filled her cunt. She peered over his shoulder at her children as Raymond began thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt. She fingered his balls, making him spread his thighs wide enough so Paul and Tracy could see his cock fucking her. "I love it, love it, love it!" she squealed.
While Raymond was engrossed in fucking her, Susan said to him: "Did Tracy get you all hot and hard, Raymond? Did seeing her downstairs turn you on?"
"Goddamn, Susan, don't ..."
"She made your cock hard, didn't she, darling?" Susan urged. "Come on, Raymond, admit it. Seeing Tracy's pretty little ass like that almost made you come."
"Yes, goddamn it!" he shouted. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"You'd love to fuck her, wouldn't you, Raymond?" Susan kept it up. "You'd like to stick your big, hard cock into her tight, hot, slippery cunt and fuck her, wouldn't you?"
"Susan, please ..."
"Admit it, Raymond," she encouraged, tossing her ass up and down to his cock. "Admit you'd like to fuck her. She is so pretty, so beautiful. You'd love to fuck her hot, pretty ass, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, damn you! Yes!"
Susan bounced and wiggled her naked ass in a frenzy as he stabbed his prick in and out of her pussy.
"You've wanted to fuck Tracy for a long time, haven't you, darling?"
"Yes!"
"Would you like to lick her sweet cunt?"
"Yes, yes, yes! "
"Tongue-fuck her pretty pussy?"
"Yes, goddamn it, Susan!"
"You want lick and kiss her pretty ass, suck at her asshole, right?" Susan urged, her voice insistent, low, husky.
"Yes!"
Susan winked at her children as they watched. Tracy now had hold of her brother's cock and was jacking at it swiftly, her eyes wide and hot as she watched her mother and father. Paul had one hand on Tracy's shapely tit, the other between her thighs.
Raymond was babbling like an idiot. "I want to fuck her! I want to fuck her! Goddamn it, Susan ... yes, I want to fuck my daughter!"
Susan crooked a finger at her children, motioning for them to come into the bedroom. They came in quietly, just as they had discussed it earlier. Tracy and Paul stood at the side of the bed, looking at their father's naked ass banging up and down, their mother's thighs sliding along his.
Susan grinned in pleasure at her children, then with one quick shove, pushed Raymond off her.
"Hey! Damn ..." Raymond yelled in surprise.
Then, seeing his children standing there, both of them naked, with Tracy still clinging to Paul's cock and his hand on one of her lovely tits, he yelled again. "Goddamn it!" and tried to cover his still throbbing hard cock with both hands.
Susan, with her legs wide as possible, began to laugh at his shock and embarrassment. Tracy and Paul giggled.
"Who ... what ... goddamn it!" Raymond stuttered, trying to conceal himself. "Get out of here, damn it!"
"Why?" Tracy giggled.
"Because you aren't supposed to..."
"We heard," Tracy said. "We stood at the door, watching and listening. We heard you, Daddy."
"Oh, God!" he groaned, his face bright red. "Oh, goddamn it to hell!"
Susan continued to laugh, openly fondling her tits, enjoying her husband's predicament. "Why so shy now, darling? You did say it, and they heard you say it. It's obvious Tracy and Paul are more than willing."
"But, Susan, we can't..."
"The fuck we can't," Susan said, grabbing for his cock as she shoved his hands away. "We can, and we will. Don't be a fucking hypocrite, Raymond!"
"But, Susan..."
"Don't Susan me," she said, sitting up and reaching for Paul's cock with her other hand. "You want to fuck Tracy, and you damn well know it. Tracy wants you to fuck her--she's told me that."
"But..."
"Okay," Susan said, releasing his cock. "Don't fuck Tracy, if you don't want to. But I'm going to get Paul's beautiful, hard cock in my pussy! You can just watch for all I care. Come on, Paul ... fuck Mommy."
Susan pulled her son to the bed, spreading her legs wide for him. As soon as Paul was between her thighs, she took his prick and guided it to her hairy, wet, hot cunt. Paul sighed in pleasure as his prick entered her, and he began thrusting in and out rapidly. Susan lifted her long thighs and squeezed his hips between them, her hands clutching at his asscheeks. As she fucked her son, Susan reached out with one hand and grasped her husband's cock, pumping on it.
She saw Raymond's eyes widen, but also there was an intense excitement in them, too. He watched his son fuck his wife, no longer trying to conceal his hard-on. He shot a glance at Tracy, and saw that she was standing there with one knee on the bed, thighs wide, and was finger-fucking herself as she stared at his prick.
"Get him, Tracy!" Susan shouted.
With a giggle, Tracy jumped onto the bed, straddling her father's thighs. Raymond was too surprised to move, and he could feel the heat of his daughter's creamy thighs against his. He could also feel the curly hairs of her hot little pussy tickling his thighs, and it made his cock lurch.
"I'd like to know what the fuck is going on here," Raymond said. "I'd like to know just what the fuck you three are up to."
"That's just it, darling," Susan replied, her ass continuing to move up and down as Paul fucked her. "We're up to fucking."
Tracy squirmed up her father's thighs, her little cunt hovering above his upright cock. "That's right, Daddy," she said. "You've been peeking at me for a long time. You always try to look up my dress, trying to see my pussy. Well, you don't have to sneak around like that any more. You not only can look at my cunt, but you can fuck it, too!"
Susan's eyes gleamed as she watched her daughter began to lower her pussy. She held Raymond's cock tight, aiming it. She watched as Tracy's tender cunt opened against the pressure of his cock, saw it stretch as the swollen head penetrated.
"Beautiful!" she cooed as she watched her daughter's pussy accept the thick prick. "That's so beautiful! Ohhhh, Tracy, take it all! Get all of your father's lovely hard cock in your pretty cunt! Fuck him, Tracy! Fuck his big cock!"
She squeezed her fingers into her son's ass as he plunged up and down. As Tracy's pussy went down Raymond's cock, she felt the hairs against her hand, and she pulled it from between her daughter's crotch and her husband's cock, but she kept her eyes fixed on the connection.
"You've got it all, baby!" she said in excitement. "You've got all your father's cock up that wet pussy! Now, fuck him! Fuck him good, Tracy!"
"Ooooo, it's wonderful!" Tracy gurgled in ecstasy. "It's so good, Mom! Ohhhh, Daddy, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me ... fuck me! Please, fuck me! I'm so hot ... so fucking hot! My pussy is boiling! Fuck me, Daddy!"
But Raymond was still in a state of surprise. He looked down his body, saw his daughter's silken cunt-hair mingling with the hair of his cock. He could feel the hot tightness of her pussy gripping his prick, then he saw her begin to move up and down, fucking him.
With Paul plunging in and out of her twat, Susan turned her head toward her husband's face, offering her lips to him. Raymond pressed his lips to hers, kissing her, and as he did so, he reached up and cupped the shapely, firm tits of his daughter.
"Susan, Susan," Raymond murmured.
She smiled at her husband. "Don't worry about a thing, darling," she whispered. "Fuck Tracy. Fuck her the way you've wanted to for a long time. Enjoy it, Raymond. Just enjoy it like you've dreamed of enjoying it."
She was pleased when she saw him begin to lift his hips, meeting the lunges of Tracy's pussy. She held his hand as she fucked her son, watching him fondle Tracy's tit.
"Oooohh! Mom!" Paul grunted. "I think ... I think I'm gonna come!"
Susan turned loose of Raymond's hand and grabbed her son's ass, holding it tightly as she squirmed her cunt against him. "Yes, Paul, come! Don't even try to hold it back! Come in me, baby! Come in my pussy!"
Paul gave a loud grunt and slammed hard into his mother's cunt, holding himself there, his body rigid. He grunted again, and came.
"Oooohhhh!" Susan gurgled, feeling him shoot deep inside her pussy. "Oh, Paul! I feel you coming in my pussy! I feel it coming in me! Ohhh, baby, your cock is so nice, so hard, fucking me! Come in my cunt, my pussy!" Then she dug her fingers into his naked ass, twisting furiously. "Me, too! Ohhh, shit, shit! I'm coming, too! You're making me come, Paul! You're making my cunt come!"
"Daddy, Daddy!" Tracy yelped. "Ohhh, Daddy! Can you feel it? Can you feel my pussy kissing your big old cock? My cunt is kissing and sucking your prick, Daddy! Don't you love my hot little cunt, Daddy? Don't you just love to fuck it?"
"Yes, goddamn it!" Raymond shouted, squeezing her rubbery tits as he arched his cock up into her. "And you're going to get a pussy full of my cum in just a fucking minute!"
"Yes, yes!" Tracy shouted with ecstasy. "I'm gonna come, too, Daddy! Come with me! Come with me!"
Raymond felt his daughter's twat tighten up on his burning prick, then it seemed to clench him like a vise. He grabbed for her little hips with both hands, holding her tightly against his pelvis.
"Ooooooo!" Tracy cooed in a thick voice. "I'm coming, Daddy! Oohhhh, feel me coming! You're making me come with your big cock!"
Susan, through with her pleasure, watched as her daughter's beautiful, naked body shivered, then began to shake. The sounds Tracy made, the way her body rippled with pleasure, filled her with happiness.
As Paul slumped atop her, crushing her tits with his chest, she hugged him, caressing his back and ass fondly, once more holding her husband's hand.
When it was over, without a word, she snuggled between her son and husband, with Tracy pressing tightly against her father on his other side. They didn't talk about what happened, but Susan could see Raymond was pleased, that there would be no anger, no remorse, no regrets. He was happy, she could tell. He had managed to fuck his daughter, after all this time of desiring her. And--she shivered with pleasure--she had fucked her son. She did not have to hide it from Raymond--she could be open with it, be honest about it. And best of all, she thought drowsily, Raymond would no longer need other women, or she other boys. They both had exactly what they wanted at home, what they had been looking for all their lives--their children.