"I could plainly see their orgasms building to the point of a tremendous explosion, and the sight of it gave me the thrill of my life. But finger-fucking myself there in the closet and milking my tits became a fading pleasure, sort of blanked out by the sight and sound of that torrid orgy on the bed. I needed something else something that would give me a greater sense of participation. I needed something to suck! I wanted to come when they came! And then I found what I needed: the long, fat handle of a hairbrush.

"For just an instant, my dad withdrew his face and tongue from my mom's cunt. 'C'mon, girl… shoot… fill my mouth with your sweet come! Shoot, girl… SHOOT!' Then he shoved his long tongue back into her gaping cunt-hole and fucked her with it more furiously than before.

"I couldn't help myself. With those hot, taunting words echoing in my ears, I jammed the hairbrush handle deep into my own juice-filled cunt, all of the way, then quickly sucked it into my mouth. I pretended that it was a real man-cock, hot and throbbing, spouting little droplets of real man-come. I move it back and forth in my mouth, sucking with the same desperation that my mother was sucking… feeling the orgasm build in my wildly pulsating groins.

"Then I heard mom's muffled, gasping voice as she momentarily released my dad's cock from her dripping mouth. 'Yes, pappa… I'm going to shoot! You're making me shoot! Yes, yes… keep sucking… keep fucking my cunt with your big cock-tongue… I'm coming… coming… cooommmiiinnnggg!!!' Then, writhing in unbearable ecstasy, she gulped down my dad's glistening wet prick again, sucking on it like she was trying to pull it out by the roots.