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Belle Knox

At dinner, my mom’s eyes were fixated on my sister’s neck. My dad was going on and on about something that happened at his work, but I have no idea what it was because of the tense electricity in the dining room as my mom, sister, and I sat quietly, trying to act normal. Ava was brushing her foot against mine discreetly under the table, and I got bold and found my mom’s bare foot and did the same to her a couple times as she just kept staring at Ava’s hickey, not even acknowledging the one-sided game of footsie she and I played. I was enjoying every minute of it.Finally, my dad looked up after probably noticing that we didn’t seem to be paying any attention to him and finally noticed the dark red mark on my little sister’s neck. He started out with a sympathetic tone as he patronized his eighteen-year-old daughter.“Honey, what did you do to your….”He paused for a moment, then continued in a much different tone of voice. It hadn’t even crossed his mind at first, but the hickey was so undeniable, even he couldn’t pretend it was anything else after looking at it a couple seconds.“Wait. Why the hell do you have a hickey on your neck?” he barked sternly.“I would love to know the answer to that as well,” my mom chimed in.“Not that it’s any of your business, but I hung out with a boy after school. He got a little carried away when he kissed me I guess.”“Who is this guy?” My dad snapped back. “And since when have you been hooking up with boys after school?”“He’s older. It doesn’t matter anyways. I think there is another woman. He told me a story that sounded innocent, but I think he left out some important information. I don’t know yet,” came my sister’s retort.I sneakily placed my hand on her leg under the cover of the table, and played with the hemline of her shorts as I entered the conversation.“Sounds like a lucky guy. But if I were you, I would just ask him what’s up instead of assuming the worst. It seems like he’s pretty into you, judging by the evidence on your neck.”I was playing with fire.“You’re quite the attraction today. Your brother was wondering why you weren’t home this afternoon, too. Weren’t you?” She glanced at me.I  slid my hand further up Ava’s thigh and she wasn’t wearing any panties. I slid a finger inside. “I ended up getting ahold of her anyways,” I said with a little smirk on my face.Ava inhaled sharply as I flicked her clit, and my dad looked over at her. “Last I knew, you didn’t even care about boys. What happened to my sweet, innocent little girl?”“I’m still your kaçak iddaa innocent little girl, dad.”My dad sighed and stood up to take his plate back to the kitchen, and mom followed behind. My finger was still playing with Ava’s pussy under the table, and the tent in my pants prevented me from getting up at the moment. She reached down and pulled my hand away to get up and join my parents in the den where they were watching one of their boring network TV comedies. I tucked my cock up under my waistband, got up to put my plate in the sink, and went to my room.After an hour or so, I went out to see what was on TV. My mom had started doing dishes in the kitchen, but Ava and my dad were watching Seinfeld reruns, and I decided to join them. I sat in the recliner next to my dad. Ava was lying on the couch on the other side of my dad with her eyes closed. One of her knees was bent, hanging off the side of the couch, while her other leg was resting flat on top of her ankle.I looked over at my dad and he wasn’t paying attention to the TV. Shortly after I sat down, he got up and walked out of the room without saying a word, so I walked over to grab the remote from his chair. I sat down in his spot and looked at Ava. Her uncovered pussy lips were in plain view! She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and pulled her shorts back to cover herself up, before getting up and going to her room. She had been giving dad a show on purpose. I was immediately jealous and turned on at the same time.I looked back in the kitchen, and mom was still cleaning up after dinner. She was wearing snug leggings that showed off her ample ass nicely, with a thin sweater on top. I opened my phone to the video of her fingering herself and held it open looking back and forth between it and her in the kitchen. After a minute or two, I got up and walked into the kitchen. She was bent over the dishwasher, trying to make room to fit the last two plates in. I walked behind her and boldly grabbed her ass and poked my middle finger against her pussy, feeling it push between the puffy folds. She jerked around and slapped me with her mouth wide open.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”The tent in my pants was bulging, and I made no attempt to hide it as I moved towards her, pinning her lightly between myself and the counter, my cock pressing into her upper abdomen. She was still staring at me with her mouth partly open in shock. I lightly grabbed her chin and planted a kiss on her mouth, nibbling gently on her bottom lip before pulling kaçak bahis back.“What I’m doing, is apparently what dad can’t,” I replied. “I’m going to take care of you way better than your little pink toy ever could.”She gasped.“How do you know—“ but her voice stopped suddenly as I slid my hand down the front of her pants and felt her trimmed bush and poked my finger inside her cunt.I leaned in close to the side of her face as I pushed another finger inside her. “I watched you playing with your toy and fingering yourself. But I want the real thing.” I sucked on her neck. “And I think you do too.”She pushed me away from her. “Stop! You’re going to leave a hickey.” She trailed off as she finished, and I could tell she was reminded of my sister’s hickey. “Wait a minute,” she said. “You didn’t hook up with Ava, did you?”I didn’t bother answering her. I was already on my knees, pulling her leggings and panties down her thighs as she tried holding them up with one hand. Her sweater didn’t hang very low so her entire sex was on display right before my eyes. In our kitchen, with my sister twenty feet away in her room, with my dad somewhere in the house. The intensity of looking at my mom’s beautiful trimmed pussy, coupled with the possibility of being caught by another family member had me hornier than I had ever thought possible. I dove in and began licking her clit while I grabbed her calf of her left leg and moved it off to the side as far as her leggings wrapped around her ankles would allow. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I slid two fingers inside her easily as I nibbled at her clit.She had one hand covering her mouth to muffle her moaning and the other one pushing my head away, or at least pretending to, in protest. I found my way up her shirt and under her bra and squeezed at her breasts as I drove my tongue inside her. I could feel her attempted reluctance slipping away as she grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged it. Not the way you tug to pull away. She was tugging my hair lost in pleasure as I ate her out.I grabbed the leggings that were holding her feet together and pulled them off her left ankle as I stood up, lifting her onto the counter as I did so. Her shirt was above her right breast, but covering the other one, her dark nipple rock hard and asking to be pinched. Played with. Sucked. I resisted the temptation to lick the very breast I was fed from as a baby, and focused my attention to the more urgent matter at hand.What would have seemed inconceivable, impossible, and just illegal bahis insane a couple days ago was no longer any of those things. My mother was on the counter in front of me, her plump pussy lips wide open with the darker purple inner folds protruding out like a flower in bloom. I could still hear the laugh track from the den accompanying the same episode of Seinfeld I had been watching with my dad and sister less than twenty minutes earlier. This wasn’t my ultimate fantasy. No. This was more. The epitome of what my ultimate fantasy could be if I was all-knowing. I wasn’t going to let it slip away.Instead, I unbuttoned my pants, methodically but quickly, while maintaining eye contact with mom. I dropped my pants and boxers to my knees, and my cock flung into view in all its glory. My mom finally broke eye contact with me as she saw my huge erection right in front of her. She looked back up and opened her mouth to say something, but I put a finger gently on her lips while I guided my dick to her opening and flicked it up and down her soaking wet slit. Whatever last-minute thoughts she may have been having when she was trying to speak disappeared as she took my finger inside her mouth.I pushed myself inside her awaiting cunt, and pulled my hand from her mouth to grab her ass from behind and pull her closer to the edge of the counter as I drove all the way inside her and pumped my cock in and out. I took it all in. The way her tits bounced, with just the one out in the open, the flushness of her face as she mustered all the energy she had not to scream, the sound her wetness made as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. The scent. Oh, that scent. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes that I was fucking her before I felt myself on the verge of exploding. She had already orgasmed as I ate her out, but seemed to be near climax once again.I picked her up off the counter and held her with both hands under her ass as she leaned back, supporting herself with a hand against the cabinet. One of my fingers inadvertently touched her ass hole for the first time, and I applied some pressure while I kept fucking her. The motion of her bucking on my cock led to my finger sliding into her ass to the second knuckle, and I felt her begin to buckle again. I leaned her back onto the countertop, spread her legs completely apart, and pulled her ass forward so she was barely on the counter.  I pinched her exposed nipple as I pecked her on the lips again and sucked lightly on her neck once more. All the implications of the hickey situation were clearly in my mind, as I pulled away. “I suppose I shouldn’t cause another awkward dinner conversation,” I said quietly,  before lowering my face to her gaping sex.

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