Kaz: My daughter, hotwife, or whore?

My visit to Kaz and Craig hadn’t been planned. I was aching to go and have fun with them both but Kaz only had two days off. I thought she would be too tired for anything sexy but she insisted I broke my journey home from my mother's and stayed the night.

For the past month, she had been working five days a week, twelve hour shifts and there was only four staff on instead of the full complement of six. She admitted the only thing keeping her sane were the sexy evenings Craig organised for her. Sexy evenings with a mate of his. Or mates! What she had told me during our telephone conversations was only a half of it! Her stories included a group of three and a BBC. I wish she had time to tell you what she’s told me! A strange analogy but she had taken to being a hot wife like a duck to water and she was convinced it was that which was enabling her to stand the stress of work in the care home.

So who was I to deny her stress-relieving fun?

We didn’t waste much time, just a glass of something to recover from the drive and my daughter took my hand, “Let’s go upstairs.” She led the way and Craig followed on. Our chat while having the drink had included him as I was eager to find out how he felt about the whole thing. Silly notion really. He’d instigated it, but I worried that he now regretted starting it but didn’t want to stop as Kaz needed it. He soon dispelled that notion. He enthusiastically talked about watching Kaz take cock, being molested by his mates, sucking them off. He’d taken to being a cuckold husband as well as Kaz had a hot wife.

We went into their bedroom. Craig sat in an armchair that I didn’t recall seeing before. It was his front row seat! Popcorn supplied!

I sat on the bed and Kaz stood over me, legs astride mine. A grin on her face. “Mummy’s going to like this,” Her tone had a hint of malice. Not real malice. BDSM type malice. If you know what I mean!

Her eyes held mine as she stripped off her jumper and bra then she grabbed both tits and squeezed. Hard. Then kissed me. Hard. A hand let go of my tit and clamped over my pussy. She pushed the heel of her hand into me. Hard. This was a different Kaz to last time. That Kaz was a hesitant follower. This one a dominant lead.

“Hey, Kaz, I am your mother!” She didn’t apologise.

“And I’m your daughter. Mothers should cater to their daughter's whims,” she replied with a smile. “If you don’t want it rough say so, but I’ve got to like it.”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Both. Either. With you, I think giving. I’ve an idea you might like it.” With that her hand disappeared up my jumper under my bra, pushing the cup off my tit and her fingers squeezed my nipple. Fuck! The word rough wasn’t out of place!

I didn’t mind. She was right in one sense. I did want to accommodate her. She was bright enough but a mother can tell and I realised mentally she was exhausted. If my playing sub helped her forget and relax-well, as she said, it’s what mothers are for!

I let myself slip into a submissive mindset. Whatever that is. You all know my experience in this field is limited.

I lay there while she pushed my jumper and bra up to my neck and fell on my tits like a starving woman. Licking, nibbling, biting, them. The sensation was pain. Sensuous pain. Pain that made me gasp and get moist.

I glanced over at Craig. He’d pushed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles and was slowly wanking his erect cock. Now I had that visual stimulus too. No phobia reaction. Perfectly normal for a son in law to wank in front of his mother in law while her daughter sucked on her cunt.

Kaz left my tits and unbuttoned my jeans pulling them off along with my knickers. She stood and did the same with her own.

“I’ve been desperate to munch on this since your last visit,” she said as I felt a finger gently traverse my lips. The gentleness didn’t last. She sank to her knees and thrust her head between my legs. Her oral technique had changed since last time. She hadn’t mentioned she’d had women as well as Craig’s men, but I doubted she’d improved her technique that much by reading text books.

She soon had me whimpering and I heard that gorgeously erotic sound of her sucking at my cunt and drinking my juice. That was enough. I came. Not as violent a climax as some others I’d had. It was almost as though my body was saving itself for something greater. Little did I know.

Now my turn. The woman in front of me was not my daughter. She was just a young sexy female eager to be ravaged. She lay back on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. I knelt between them ran my hands up her thighs, let my thumbs run over her lips into her love hole. Her wet love hole. I needed to taste it. My lips met hers. I pushed my tongue into the soft folds. Found her clit with my thumb and rubbed hard. Then found it with my mouth. My teeth. A gentle nibble produced a long sigh and her hips reacted with a buck. Repaying her ministrations.

Her breathing quickened. Her moans more guttural. “Scissor me. Scissor me.” she demanded.

I stood and climbed on the bed, lifted one leg and dropped my clit to hers. We both flexed our hips. The action perfect. We clashed our clits. The contact like nuclear fusion. I’d swear sparks flew. Our moans like a well orchestrated duet. Trying to outdo each other in decibel ranking. No not trying. There was nothing forced. The sexual pleasure was leading us. The climax arrived in short order. Simultaneous eruptions. A gushing of juice. A collapsing of bodies.

No time to recover. There, standing next to the bed was Craig. His manhood as solid and large as I’d seen it. Larger even. Not likely. Perhaps my imagination. Perhaps it’s close proximity. It was inches from my face. Did he want me, his mother-in-law to suck it? Stupid question. An unuttered question. Rhetorical. I was willing. No phobia screaming at me to run for the hills.

A voice spoke. Who’s voice? My focus was on that cock. My mind understood the words. Not who had spoken them. It didn’t matter. I did as asked. “Take it Tracy. Stuff it in Kaz’s cunt.”

She was on her hands and knees, her bum backing towards me. I grabbed the cock. No hesitation. I steered it towards her dripping pussy. Pushed the tip into the soaking entrance. Held on to the rock hard shaft as it slid in. Magic feel. I cupped Craig’s balls in my hand, managed to get my head there. Kissed them. He began fucking my daughter. Slowly. His cock disappearing so slowly. A slow motion clip.

I was mesmerised. My face so close to his cock. So close to her cunt. So close to a cock in action. A cock fucking a cunt.

I needed to be part of it somehow. I looked at Kaz. Craig's rhythmic fucking was picking up pace. Her face each time reflected his prick reaching full penetration. A gasp, a grimace. I could lie head to tail with her. Let her suck me while I played with her partner's balls or I could lie head to head, kiss her, suck her boobs and offer my gaping wet cunt to Craig to fill when he had finished with Kaz. If he didn’t come in her.

I wanted that. I definitely wanted his cock in me but I also desperately and urgently needed someone or something in my cunt there and then. The thought he might come and leave me unsatisfied was too much. I went head to tail. Kaz obliged. Like a person gasping for air and about to suffocate, her lips and fingers on and in my vagina figuratively saved my life.

My move added to the scene in front of Craig and with my hand still nestling his balls, I felt him come. An animal grunt and a hard thrust deep into Kaz’s vagina signaled his eruption. He lay there for a while covering Kaz then withdrew his cock. I hadn’t planned to do what I did next but Craig assumed that’s why my head was there. As his cock plopped out he grabbed it. Put it to my lips to clean. No question. I did. Grateful to taste cum again. I cleaned him off. Moved my attention to my daughter's pussy. His cum just beginning to drip out. I ensured it wasn’t wasted. All the time Kaz continued work my pussy. We were sixty-nining. Again we produced orgasms in each other.

After our climaxes, I swiveled round and kissed her. Gave her a taste of her partner's cum.

I kicked myself later. I realised I’d given myself that out. Let’s face it what were the chances of Craig not pulling out and filling my cunt given how much he lusted after me? I’d blown it again although on the plus side I’d handled his cock and his balls without awakening my phobia. I’d eaten his cum and I’d orgasmed twice as had Kaz.

No complaints!