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"Oh yes, Daddy, just like that. Fuck your little girl, baby," Janice moaned.
Hearing her mother call Tom Daddy while he fucked her made Dahlia's entire body shiver with electricity. She fought to keep her breathing quiet while she furiously massaged her pebble-hard clit under her shorts and watched the naked couple fuck. It was like being in a whole different world compared to just listening to them. And between the general resemblance between mother and daughter and the way Janice was calling him Daddy, Dahlia realized it was almost what it would look like if Tom was fucking her. She even started to imagine she was watching herself getting fucked by her own father. She couldn't remember when her pussy had ever felt so hot or wet.
Tom's body seemed so amazing as he gripped Janice's body and gracefully shoved his long cock into her pussy, forcing hot moans and gasps from the girl's mother with every thrust. Dahlia's pussy was on fire, and she was furiously alternating between rubbing her clit and pumping her finger up inside the dripping wetness of her aching hole. She ached to feel something as long and hard as her father's cock plunging deeply into her ripe, young body.
Dahlia was mesmerized by the sight of his cock. She slipped her free hand under her top and toyed roughly with her sensitive, swollen nipples while she wished she could have been closer. Even close enough to see how it looked with her mother's pussy lips stretched around the girth of his imposing shaft. No wonder Janice had married him in such a hurry. Who wouldn't want to have all that just for herself.
"Oh god, Daddy, you're gonna make me cum," Janice moaned after Tom had been fucking her steadily harder and deeper for longer than Dahlia could keep track of. "Cum with me, Daddy. Fill that tight girlhole with hot daddy cum!"
Dahlia was stunned by her mother's dirty mouth. She'd never heard them talking like that the times she'd heard them from inside their bedroom. But she felt a bizarre kind of pride and admiration for her mother to be able to express herself that way. It was just how she hoped she could be, but then again, if she had a cock like Tom's pounding her pussy the way he was pounding into Janice, Dahlia realized she could be anything she damn well pleased.
Then Tom did something that shocked her. Just as her mother was egging him on to cum in her pussy, the man growled and raised his open hand, finally swinging it across his wife's naked ass with a piercing smack. Janice cried out in surprise and pleasure while Tom pumped her hole with a series of breathless thrusts.
"Oh, Daddy, yes!" Janice cried. "Give your baby girl that hot cum."
Dahlia's heart was pounding and her tight, young pussy was contracting in orgasmic spasms around her thrusting finger. Knowing she was cumming along with her mother and Tom only made the feelings more intense.
After stroking his cock into his horny wife's pussy until he was drained, Tom pulled back and sank down onto the seat under the water. Within a couple of seconds, Janice was by his side, happily snuggled up to him.
"I hope we didn't wake up Dahlia," Tom said. His tone was light but he wasn't laughing.
Dahlia could see the way he raised his eyes up toward the windows on the second floor where her bedroom was. She got the distinct impression he looked disappointed not to see her standing at her window looking down at them.
Pulling her hand out of her shorts, Dahlia's fingers were soaked with her juices. Her upper thighs and the crotch of her shorts were all smeared, too. It felt like her cream was everywhere as she snuck away and back into the house the same way she'd come out.
When she got back to her bedroom, she went to the window and looked down at the hot tub. She was hoping Tom would look up again and see her this time, but he was intent on kissing her mother, his large hand grazing over the woman's full tits as they bobbed on the surface of the water.
Dahlia sighed and got into bed. Before she fell asleep, she had her hand down inside her shorts again and the other under her top. Images of Tom's enormous cock pumping into her mother from behind played over and over again in her mind. God, how she wished it was his hands on her body instead of hers and kept mauling herself until she had three more orgasms. Only then could she fall into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, Dahlia ended up alone with her father in the kitchen. She was having some yogurt for breakfast while he was drinking coffee before heading out to work. Janice had already left, and the moment he said good morning Dahlia's face flushed hot and she could barely look him in the eye. She felt bad, knowing he'd probably think it was because she didn't like him, but after everything she'd seen and heard the night before it was impossible to look at him. All she could think about was what he'd looked like fucking her mother blind.
She was wearing the same top she'd slept in, but before coming downstairs she'd changed into a tight-fitting pair of shorts that let the pert bottom curves of her ass cheeks poke past the hem. It was as skimpy an outfit as she'd worn in front of him so far since she had yet to use the pool or hot tub when anyone else was home. He didn't say anything about it, and she had no idea if he was looking at her since she couldn't bear to look at him. She knew some of her friends walked around in front of their fathers in their underwear, so her outfit shouldn't be so bad.
Dahlia had caught some of her friends' fathers checking out their daughters and daughters' friends plenty of times. Her friend, Cindy, and her dad were so touchy and affectionate with each other that Dahlia had often wondered if there was more to their relationship. There were a few times Dahlia had seen Cindy's father touching her ass. Cindy had looked at Dahlia, realizing what she'd seen and merely blushed and smiled. Now Dahlia was dying to ask her friend if there was something going on between her father and her. If there was, Dahlia thought they were lucky. Cindy's dad looked at her like she was the most important thing in the world.
"Is everything okay, Dahlia?" Tom finally asked, jarring the girl out of her thoughts. He was sitting at the tall, island counter sipping coffee.
"Oh yeah, sure, why?" she replied, still not looking at him.
"You seem really quiet."
"Everything's good." She was glad he didn't point out how she couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"If you say so," he said skeptically. "I hope you'll feel okay to talk about anything that's bothering you. I mean, we're family, right?"
The comment made her flinch. Before, family only meant her mother and her. With Tom in the mix it was suddenly a real family - mother, father and daughter - and as much as she loved the idea, it was still a very new proposition. Logically, she knew she wasn't supposed to ache to feel Tom touching her ass the way Cindy's father touched hers, but she yearned for it anyway.
"Yeah, I guess," she said, sitting across the counter from him with a yogurt container and spoon.
"You guess?" At least his tone sounded light.
Now she smiled briefly and even looked at his face. He was smiling and looking at her curiously.