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i****tuous relationship

... done. &#034No worries, Greg. Sasha, it's OK. It's natural to be curious. It's better you learn a bit from us than from some asshole in the back seat of a car.&#034 My mom's voice was calm. Well, that was about it for that night. Nothing much happened for a week or two after that, my parents seemed a little less anxious to touch each other while I was around, and I was careful and didn't sneak to watch them in their room at night. I still masturbated though, thinking of my dad's hugeness and the spurting contractions as he grunted and came all over my mom's face. The whole... forbidden sense of the sex and pleasure made it so hot I would cum over and over again, thinking about it. I was scared it would never happen again, but a couple weeks later my dad called me over. We were in the living room, and Sean was in bed again. The TV was on, but as soon as I went over to him my mom turned it off, as if she knew what was happening. They might have talked about it before. Dad asked, &#034would you like to touch my cock a bit, and learn more about how a man works?&#034 I flushed with excitement. I had masturbated to thoughts about my parent's bodies that the idea of actually touching my dad sexually excited the hell out of me. I felt myself getting wet just as I reached out, unzipped my dad's pants, and watched his hard cock spring out. That night my mom gave me some of the best lessons on how to give a hand job ever. I learned to edge a man, how to see if he was about to cum, ...

... where to stimulate him the most. I learned about how to handle his balls, stroking the cock, using precum to lube my thumb when I slid it around his glans. I never realized how much there was to it, how heavy the scrotum was, how sensitive his balls were, how instantly he would react with pleasure. Dad came three times that night. The first time he spurt up over his stomach and shirt, the white stuff staining and soaking through the fabric. The second time he grunted loudly, straining to cum, and the semen sort of flowed out and covered my hand. My mom gave me a washcloth to wipe myself and my dad off. The third time dad came that night, I wanted him to do what I had seen him do with my mom-- come on my face. I told him so, and when I did his cock got really hard right away. My mom laughed, because she knew he was so turned on by the idea of cumming all over his beautiful young daughter's face. And he did. It took longer, but with a loud grunt he pointed his cock right at me and I felt the warm liquid splatter over my forehead, then cheek, then across my mouth, and then across my nose and left eye before he finally stopped. Mom provided the towel again to wipe my face, and I used it to cover and hide the fact I reached my tongue out and tasted my father's semen. It was a little sharp, tangy almost like a soft bleach taste, but also with a sort of undertone of sweet. That night I masturbated in my bed, thinking of my dad and my mom. Both of them. This time I dreamed of being with ...