Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep112

"Are you crazy?!" James shouted.

Molly could hear her father's voice echoing all the way upstairs, through the shut door, and into her parents' bedroom, where she was now sitting on the bed.

The buxom blonde felt ridiculous wearing that little camisole. Every part of her seemed to be busting out -- her oversized boobs, her too wide hips, her ample ass. It reminded her of nightmares she'd had, going to school without clothes on. Trying to cover every exposed asset and knowing it was impossible.

She took a deep breath. Her Mom said she looked good and that was something. Molly wasn't used to getting compliments from her mother on, well, anything, but especially not her body. Molly didn't know how to take it when Christine said she looked sexy. Was she being ironic? Molly was legitimately unsure.

But then she saw how her father looked at her and, wow, OK she was clearly looking good. She took another drink of the scotch. God, it was terrible. How did people drink this stuff? Every sip though, made her feel a little stronger. Gave her a bit more courage.

That's probably why her mother had suggested she have some. It made her tummy feel warm in a funny way. Made her sex tingle, too. OK, so maybe the taste wasn't exactly the attraction.

Molly sat on the bed and tried to hear what her parents were saying, but after James' shout they'd gotten quiet. It was dark in her parents' bedroom, but Molly left the light off. Another of her mother's requests. It was weird, Christine had been strangely supportive all day. Molly was pretty sure this was her mother's evil (good?) clone or something. Nothing else made sense.

The blonde girl posed a few times, but ended up lying on her side, head propped up. It was the best combination of alluring and comfortable. She smoothed the camisole and resisted the urge to rub her little cunny, even though it was clearly crying out for some attention. She waited.

long, he wondered if her parents had forgotten about her. What if they were both doing it, right there on the couch? That would make more sense, a married couple having sex, than what Molly was awaiting. She could

there. He was wearing his light blue dress shirt, unbuttoned about halfway. He had on navy slacks, but he'd kicked his shoes off.

was wearing a pair of long pajama pants and a cute, little

on the bed, on one side of Molly. Christine joined on the other. Both parents took one of Molly's hands and squeezed

to do. What you both are planning. Are you sure about this? If you're not, it's OK.

Molly said, "I've wanted this for

this fixes anything." "Of course it does, Daddy," Molly said, "It makes everything even. Between you and Mommy. You and Austin. Me and Lexi. No one can

getting what I want ruin my life? Besides, I never wanted to go away to school in the first place.

her cheeks. The way he felt like a man and how that made her feel very much like a woman. The smell of scotch on his breath only compounded it. Molly felt her

father slipped his tongue into her mouth. He ground down against her. He was hers, now. She

let me help you both get ready," Christine said. Molly had been hoping that once things got started, her mother would leave them

dress shirt over his head. She slid her hands down to her husband's waist and deftly undid his belt. Then Christine pulled his pants and underwear off. James lifted slightly to help her along, but that was all. When he lowered himself back

daughter's neck he ran his hands down her flank, cupped her massive breasts, then settled on squeezing her ample ass. The two of them rubbed against each other like

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