Mom straddled Dad's hips on the living room couch, her pussy already dripping as she sank down onto his thick cock. She rode him hard, her tits bouncing with every thrust while dad gripped her waist and slammed up into her. The wet sounds of her cunt taking him filled the room.

I sat frozen in the armchair across from them, legs tucked under her, watching every movement. Mom turned her head and locked eyes with me while she bounced on dad's cock.

"Look at how deep your dad gets in me," mom said, voice thick with lust. She reached down and spread her pussy lips wider so the I could see dad's shaft disappearing inside her. "He fills me so good."

Dad groaned and flipped mom onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He drove back into her pussy with hard, deep strokes, his balls slapping against her ass. Mom's moans grew louder as he fucked her faster.

"Touch yourself while you watch," dad asked me without looking away from mom's cunt gripping his cock. "You wanted to see. Now watch."

Mom reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles while dad pounded her. Her pussy clenched around him, getting wetter with every thrust. She kept her eyes on me the whole time.

"Your dad's cock feels so fucking good," mom gasped. "He's going to fill me up. You want to see him cum inside me?", she asked.

Dad's pace grew erratic. He slammed into mom one final time and held deep, his cock pulsing as he pumped thick ropes of cum into her pussy. Mom cried out and came with him, her cunt milking every drop while I watched the cum leak out around dad's shaft.

Dad pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from mom's stretched hole. He was tried and went into his room.

Mom looked at me and said "Come here." I stood up from the armchair and walked over, eyes fixed on the mess between my mother's thighs. I knelt beside the couch and gripped mom's thighs, spreading her completely.

I slid my fingers, pushing into mom's stretched pussy. I fingered her at different rhythms in and out.

"Right there—oh fuck—don't stop, baby," she gasped, hips rolling to meet each thrust. I leaned down and sealed my lips around it, sucking and the taste of both of them flooded my mouth—salty, musky, thick.

Mom's hand shot down to grab my hair, holding me in place. "Suck it, just like that. I'm so close."

Her thighs clamped around my head. "I'm gonna cum—fuck—I'm cumming on your fingers!" A fresh rush of wetness flooded my mouth as she came, her whole body shaking. I kept sucking and fingering her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she finally went limp, panting and twitching under my mouth.

Mom's moan vibrated against my mouth as our lips locked together, wet and hungry. Her tongue slid past my teeth, tasting her own cum and dad's on my lips. We stayed pressed close, breathing hard, her body still trembling from the orgasm that had just ripped through her.

She pulled me into her arms, wrapping her legs around mine so our bodies tangled on the soaked sheets. Her skin felt hot and slick against mine. I rested my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat slow down while her fingers traced lazy circles on my back.

"Love you, my slut daughter," she whispered, voice still hoarse from moaning. Her hand slid down to squeeze my ass, possessive and tender at the same time. "My good girl who knows exactly how to make mommy cum."

I nuzzled closer, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone. "Love you too, mom."

And we slept.