And, of course, the video camera caught every single inch of his thick cock crazily sliding in and out of me.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I begged him, shaky and panting the entire time. “I keep coming, Daddy! Oh, God, there I go again! Fuck, I love it, getting fucked so good by you, yes!”
And then, after I'd climaxed one last time and finally slid off to the side off my father, his dick slipped wetly out of my tight cunt and left a slick trail of his milky semen across my bare thigh. As he watched me, I dabbed up a glob of it and licked it slowly off my fingers, grinning at him like the filthy preteen cum-slut I really was.
Again, all on crystal clear video.
“Now, that was fucking!” he'd announced, on the video as it finally ended. “Emily, you're the best fuck I ever had!”
Uh oh.
“And so…” my father continued in the car as we drove along, ”…that's why your mom and I were up so late when you sent me that text, to rescue you.”
“Killing each other?” I asked. Cringing. “Fighting?”
“Fucking,” he laughed. “Our video got your mother so excited, she made me fuck her and fuck her and fuck her while we watched it. And every time you came, with all the moaning and heavy breathing you do, she'd make me fuck her again.”
He turned to the side then, giving my mom an odd look.
Weirder still, she seemed to be blushing, though still not looking back at either one of us. I studied her as we drove along, trying to understand what, exactly, was really going on. And going on in her head. I was definitely confused.
“Watching that video,” she finally said, “of you fucking and sucking and coming so many times, drove me into an absolute frenzy! It made me realize what I was missing, with your father. And with you.”
Then she opened her purse and handed me something, which I looked at in the emerging light of dawn.
“It's the remote to my butterfly vibrator!” I gasped. “I don't get it.”
My mother faced me then, a wicked little smile on her pretty face.
“I'm wearing it,” she told me. “Your butterfly. I hope you don't mind. And your dad thought it'd be fun if you used the remote. On the ride home. To see how many times you could make me come.”
I stared at her, dumbstruck, unable to even respond.
My father laughed again, happier than I'd ever seen him. Ever. Especially with my mother.
He put his hand on my knee and gave it a warm squeeze. Then, as my mother watched without complaint, he slid his hand up under my plaid schoolgirl skirt to my bare inner thigh, giving it a squeeze as well.
“Daddy!” I jerked with a quick sigh. “Are you sure…?”
“Just use the remote,” he told me. “Your mom wants you to. And it'll make the long trip home go by really fast.”
“I'll bet.”
And so, sitting between my two parents that early morning, and driving home as a real family again, I pressed the small remote and watched my mom abruptly stiffen in her seat. A sharp little moan escaped her trembling lips as the tiny blue butterfly in her jeans went to work between her slender legs, sending pulses of pure vibrating pleasure straight into the center of her clit.
“Oh, Emily!” she groaned, clearly enjoying it. So I turned up the speed. “My God, it feels so good! Ohhhh! I love it, sweetie, I love it!”
Driving with one hand, my father's fingers then moved farther up my warm thigh and slipped under the damp crotch of my panties, into my wet cunt. He explored my slick opening with mounting excitement. For both of us. I started breathing harder, rocking my little butt quickly forward and back on the leather seat as if fucking his hand.
“Daddy's fingerfucking me,” I informed my mother. “I'm so wet!”
My mom nodded.
“I am, too,” she told me. “Totally wet.”
She'd unhooked her seat belt and scooted her shapely ass forward on the leather seat, lowering the back of it at the same time so she was sort of sprawled next to me with her legs apart. The crotch of her jeans were soaked through, the faint hum of my butterfly vibrator on her cunt like music to my ears.
At long last, we were getting along, mother and daughter, the way it was supposed to be. Sort of. But good enough for me.
It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, the first time ever I'd seen that, and maybe the reason she'd waited in the car while my father came in to get me. So I boldly reached out and squeezed one of her boobs with my hand, encouraged that she jerked with a little sound of pleasure rather than pushing me away.
“Emily, play with my nipples,” she asked me. “They're real sensitive and I'm about 30 seconds away from coming my brains out…your little vibrator really makes me come hard!”
“I know,” I laughed. “See if this helps-”
I slid my hand under her top and found her firm bare breasts, squeezing them, one and then the other, before my fingertips lighted on one of her rubbery nipples. It was distended and swollen to a pointy tip.
“That's it!” she gasped at the sensation, her own little 11-year-old daughter working to help her come even harder by playing with her firm tits and sensitive nipples. “I love you so much, Emily.”
“I love you, too, mom,” I told her. “As soon as we get home, I want to lick your cunt while Daddy fucks you from behind…you can lick my cunt, too, if you want. We can do a mother-daughter 69 while he fucks each of us!”
“Ohhh God!” she gasped suddenly, apparently at the image I'd put in her mind. “I'm coming, I'm coming!”
And she came, my mother's climax from the tiny vibrator lifting her squirming ass right out of the seat as she closed her eyes and jerked taut. She moaned and panted exactly as I'd so often done, that unbelievably strong little vibrator taking her to levels of lewd pleasure only a woman can truly know.
“I want to touch your pussy,” I told her. “Like, right now.”
And I slid my hand down her flat tummy to the snap on her jeans and undid them, a second later my small hand sliding into the front of them. My mom wasn't wearing any panties, the small harness of the butterfly vibrator all I found. That and a handful of damp blonde pubic hair, before I slid my fingers down, over the vibrating butterfly, and arrived at her swollen cunt.
“Emily, my God!” she gasped again, spreading her firm thighs to give me better access to her sopping pussy. “You're making me come again! Yes, yes, fingerfuck me, sweetie, make your mother come one more time…”
“Of course…”
And so that's how it went, my father, my mother and I enjoying each other sexually all the way back home.
Of course, once home, I was again quickly enrolled as a 5th-grader at St. Katherine's Academy, with many fun times occurring between me and my cousins, my schoolmates, a couple of teachers, and even some of my girlfriend's parents.
Also the three of us together, my father, mother and I as a family, returned to visit Miss Hellview. Many, many times. Where my mom turned out to be an even more enthusiastic dog fucker than I was! Imagine that.
As a family, we also joined the incest-friendly swinger's club my Uncle Jack and his daughter belonged to, The Family Fun Club.
As members, we spent many pleasurable and wild weekends with my uncle, my cousin Kimberly, her younger cousin, Amy, both their mothers (who were sex-crazy sisters who owned their own fucking machine!), a gorgeous 14-year-old cheerleader from my school named Noelle Henderson, her parents, and a large group of sexually charged family fun folks, all members in the same club, and all of it secretly going on at a big old run-down place out on the edge of town called The Pink Flamingo Motel.
But that's a story for another time.
