Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Are you crazy?!” James shouted.

Molly could hear her father’s voice echoing all the way upstairs, through the shut door, and into her parents’ bedroom, where she was now sitting on the bed.

The buxom blonde felt ridiculous wearing that little camisole. Every part of her seemed to be busting out — her oversized boobs, her too wide hips, her ample ass. It reminded her of nightmares she’d had, going to school without clothes on. Trying to cover every exposed asset and knowing it was impossible.

She took a deep breath. Her Mom said she looked good and that was something. Molly wasn’t used to getting compliments from her mother on, well, anything, but especially not her body. Molly didn’t know how to take it when Christine said she looked sexy. Was she being ironic? Molly was legitimately unsure.

But then she saw how her father looked at her and, wow, OK she was clearly looking good. She took another drink of the scotch. God, it was terrible. How did people drink this stuff? Every sip though, made her feel a little stronger. Gave her a bit more courage.

That’s probably why her mother had suggested she have some. It made her tummy feel warm in a funny way. Made her sex tingle, too. OK, so maybe the taste wasn’t exactly the attraction.

Molly sat on the bed and tried to hear what her parents were saying, but after James’ shout they’d gotten quiet. It was dark in her parents’ bedroom, but Molly left the light off. Another of her mother’s requests. It was weird, Christine had been strangely supportive all day. Molly was pretty sure this was her mother’s evil (good?) clone or something. Nothing else made sense.

The blonde girl posed a few times, but ended up lying on her side, head propped up. It was the best combination of alluring and comfortable. She smoothed the camisole and resisted the urge to rub her little cunny, even though it was clearly crying out for some attention. She waited.

It took so long, he wondered if her parents had forgotten about her. What if they were both doing it, right there on the couch? That would make more sense, a married couple having sex, than what Molly was awaiting. She could barely contain the butterflies in her stomach. Again, the alcohol helped.

There was a soft knock on the door. Then it creaked open. James was standing there. He was wearing his light blue dress shirt, unbuttoned about halfway. He had on navy slacks, but he’d kicked his shoes off. He looked at his daughter, hungrily. Like devouring every inch of her body with his eyes.

James stepped inside the room. Christine came in behind him. Molly’s Mom was wearing a pair of long pajama pants and a cute, little white t-shirt. Her blonde hair, usually so perfectly straight, hung askew.

James sat down on the bed, on one side of Molly. Christine joined on the other. Both parents took one of Molly’s hands and squeezed it tight.

“Molly, honey,” James said, “Mommy told me what she’s planning to do. What you both are planning. Are you sure about this? If you’re not, it’s OK. I won’t be mad or disappointed or anything.”

Molly looked at her mother. Christine mouthed the words ‘go for it.’

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sure,” Molly said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“Yes, but honey, we’re already…” James faltered. The words were so hard to say. Probably because speaking them made it all seem so much more real. “That is, I still don’t see how doing this fixes anything.”

“Of course it does, Daddy,” Molly said, “It makes everything even. Between you and Mommy. You and Austin. Me and Lexi. No one can be mad at anyone if we’ve all done the same thing.”

“But honey,” James said, “it’s going to ruin your life. I mean, what about school?”

“I want this more than anything,” Molly said, “How does getting what I want ruin my life? Besides, I never wanted to go away to school in the first place. I’m happy here, with my family. Mom already got me set up at State. Lexi and I can go together, it’ll be great.”

James squeezed his daughter’s hand even harder. Molly could see that no matter how much she explained, he was never going to accept it. So, she made the decision for him. The young blonde leaned over and kissed her father on the lips.

Molly was never going to get over how much she loved kissing her Daddy. The slight scratch of his stubble on her cheeks. The way he felt like a man and how that made her feel very much like a woman. The smell of scotch on his breath only compounded it. Molly felt her father’s arms wrap tight around her. She started to lean back, pulling James down to the bed. Bringing her Daddy to rest right on top of her. His chest on her breasts. His pant-covered penis already pressing against her sex.

Molly moaned. Her father slipped his tongue into her mouth. He ground down against her. He was hers, now. She knew.

“Here, let me help you both get ready,” Christine said. Molly had been hoping that once things got started, her mother would leave them both be. But, apparently, she intended on being an active participant.

Christine reached around them and pulled James’ dress shirt over his head. She slid her hands down to her husband’s waist and deftly undid his belt. Then Christine pulled his pants and underwear off. James lifted slightly to help her along, but that was all. When he lowered himself back down, it was his bare cock grinding against Molly’s moist furrow.

James kissed down his daughter’s neck he ran his hands down her flank, cupped her massive breasts, then settled on squeezing her ample ass. The two of them rubbed against each other like horny teenagers. Which, Molly supposed, was appropriate considering that’s exactly what she was.

James pulled up for air. He looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with so much love they seemed to overflow with it. He dragged his hands around and gripped the bottom of her camisole.

“You look so good in this, baby girl,” James said.

“Then why are you trying to take it off?” Molly asked, playfully.From NôvelDrama.Org.

“That’s how you know you’ve got good lingerie, dear,” Christine said, “It doesn’t stay on you for very long.”

Molly sat up and let her Daddy lift the silky outfit over her head. He tossed it to the side and then looked at his daughter again, appreciating her in a way that made her feel so special.

Molly had always hated her body. She wanted to look lithe and muscular like her mother and sister. Now though, in her father’s eyes, she couldn’t imagine wanting to be any other way. She was maximum Molly, and she glorified in it. Plus, for the first time in her life, for reasons Molly would never understand, it seemed like her mother felt the same way.

“You look so gorgeous, Honey,” Christine said, “Your body is incredible. Doesn’t she look fantastic, dear?”

“Uh huh,” James said. Molly could have sworn she saw drool slip out the side of her father’s mouth. He looked at her, dumbfounded.