Watching No Moreirishmik60 I woke the next morning thinking the previous evening had been but a dream. That is until I put my hand between my legs and still felt dad’s sticky juices seeping from the inside of my pussy. OH MY GOD! It DID happen! I’d let my dad fuck me! And, worst of all, I loved it! I’d never been so completely satisfied, so completely fucked in all my life. About this time my mother came into my room. She sat on the side of my bed, rested her hand on my thigh, and we began to talk. She stunned me with what she had to say, it began…..”Last night was no fluke, we’d been planning it for years.” What! What was mom saying? They’d planned on fucking me? But how? Wasn’t it I who’d seen them fucking and became so excited? That’s when my mother went on to explain that for over two years my father had expressed a desire to have sex with me. You see, my mother and father are swingers. They live for sexual pleasure. My dad had admired my body as I grew and matured into womanhood. Since my sophmore year in high school he’d peeked at me nude as I’d come out of the shower, or forgot to close my bedroom door all the way when dressing or undressing. He’d even gone as far as to install a hidden video istanbul travesti camera in my bedroom. I was shocked, and excited at the same time. I’d just found out that both my parents were perverts. And I loved the idea!!! It seems that when I’d told my mother years before, the day after I’d lost my virginity, the next person to know was my father. She went to explain that that night dad had fucked her so much she was sore for a week after. She said she knew he was imagining that he was fucking me. Unknown to me, every time I’d confided to mom my sexual experiences, dad was also aware. The one time I’d fucked in my bedroom, thinking we were home alone, dad had the entire event on tape. From then on dad had seemed to encourage mom to help arrange a time when he’d actually get to fuck me. When I called and told them I was going to be home for this spring vacation, they’d put plans into action. Last night unknown to me, mom had spiked my dinner with ‘Spanish Fly’ They knew I loved sex, and hadn’t had any in over a week, so figured the ‘FLY’ and my natural horniness would work to their advantage. So, last night, after I’d gone to bed, mom and dad started fucking, leaving istanbul travestileri their door partially open. They’d never done that before. They also made extra loud noises making sure I’d awaken. The ‘FLY’ had a side effect besides making me sexually excited. It also made me thirsty. So, when I’d gotten up to get a drink, my parents were aware, and started making louder noises to attract my curiosity. What can I say? It worked. So, when I was watching them, they knew. They weren’t so uch fucking as performing for me. The fact that I was watching them, mom confided, had driven dad crazy with lust. Now awake, laying naked next to my mother as she told me all this, I became wet knowing dad had wanted me for so long. Under the sheets, unaware to mom, my nipples were hardening. Thinking that my mother had assisted my father in having sex with me, fucking me. Her telling me this story only made me horny all over again. Wanting my father again. And wait, wanting my mother again! I’d never before considered myself lesbian, gay, or bi; but recalling my mother’s mouth on my pussy last night. Licking my juices. Licking my fathers, her husband’s, cum from me….was making travesti istanbul me horny all over again. It didn’t help that my mother sat there nude, her still firm breasts open to my view, her hand atop the sheet on my hip. Her touch felt hot. Like she was branding me. “Mom? Is it wrong of me to say I liked it? That I want more? But, not just of dad, of you as well?’ Hearing this my mother said nothing but bent forward and kissed my forehead, down across my nose, and coming to rest on my lips. I could feel the tip of het tongue gently tickling my upper lip. Gliding back and forth across it. At the same time I felt her hand draw the sheet down from my shoulders, over my breasts, down past my waist. My left hand came to rest behind my mother’s head, pulling her to me, not letting her escape. My right hand rested on her thigh, sliding up and down from her knee to her groin. I could hear soft whimpers escape from mom’s lips. Drawing my hand up from her thigh, I cupped the breast nearest me and heard her gasp when I cam to rest on the distended nipple. Her lips became firmer against mine. Her tongue starting to probe into my mouth. I opened up and felt her tongue dance with mine. I could feel her chest rising and falling in her deep breathing, causing her tit to push harder against my caressing hand.. Mom released her grip from me and stood up. For a moment I was confused, had I done something wrong? That was until she took but a brief moment to toss the sheet from my body and return to the bed.