She reflected that it hadn't been many years since Elle was weaned from her breast. And now, here she was again, nursing her daughter, who fed with the vigor of a newborn baby. The moment wasn't just erotic, it was sacred.
Meanwhile, Nat found herself distracted from the movie and couldn't help noticing what was happening in the recliner across the room, though she dared not say anything. She was enjoying the attention Adrian was giving her and didn't want to draw attention to either of them. A part of her longed to shed her shirt—along with the rest of her inhibitions—and let Adrian have complete access to her body. But, given that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath, she realized that would leave her completely naked and sitting on top of Adrian's lap! She begrudged that it wasn't such a great idea in front of his wife. Nevertheless, she dared to push the envelope a little further. She turned to Elle's dad and whispered, "Can you rub my back... for real, I mean?"
Adrian swallowed hard and paused to consider. He had been attending to her, but he had always kept his hands over her shirt. Now she was asking him to delve underneath, to make skin-to-skin contact with the young girl. Nat shifted her weight and lifted the back hem from under her butt to give him access. Adrian obliged and, as he moved his hands under the garment, he became starkly aware that the girl wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Below the bottom of her shirt, he caught a glimpse of the top of the crack of her small, bare ass sat atop his knee. He even recognized a familiar, warm, satiny moisture seeping from her bare split. While the logistics were a bit awkward, he was able to surreptitiously access her backside without exposing their ploy to his wife. However, as he worked his hands up to her shoulders, his arms pulled the bottom of her shirt up high enough to leave everything below her hipbones exposed. If Emily or Elle had looked over, they would have surely seen her young cunny glistening in the flickering light of the television.
Nat balked and quickly tugged the front of her shirt down to cover her crotch so she wouldn't be caught. Still, her ass continued to peek out from underneath the back of her shirt. Even so, she loved the sensation of Adrian's hands on her skin, which was magnified by the added thrill that she was doing something naughty. She tried to keep her eyes on the movie, but her mind drifted, slipping into a kind of trance.
On the recliner, Elle continued to sip at her mother's breast, encouraged by the woman's increasingly ragged breathing and light whines. In Elle's world, these sounds were amplified, like the beating of a drum, combined with the moans of a porn star. Emily's rubbery nipple was stiff inside her mouth, and she tongued at it like a baby might. It felt both wrong and right, at the same time, to be sexually engaged with her own mom, and Elle gave in fully to her desires. Her head buzzed and her breathing became increasingly labored
Beneath her sweatpants, she felt her girl cum dribbling out of her puss and down her crack. It only distracted her from her mother just enough to wonder if she could get away with masturbating right then and there in the living room in view of her parents and even Nat. It didn't seem so risky, she thought. After all, only her father had yet to directly experience her torrents of bliss this weekend. Her mother had helped her get off in the car just the day before, and Nat had shared an orgasm with her at the mall earlier that same day. Even her dad had witnessed something happening at the pool.
She fought through the fog in her head, detached herself from the breast of her attentive mom and glanced over at her dad. She saw him rubbing Nat's shoulders, and his hands had now moved under her shirt. She could see the side of her friend's little butt on his knee and wondered if he noticed that she was naked underneath the single thin layer of cotton of her T-shirt. She began, too, to wonder if her father was hard. She wondered what his penis looked like. It had been years since she had seen his cock-albeit never erect-but she had overheard her parents' fuck sessions many times. Her mother, in particular, wasn't subtle about it when they were together, always moaning, often swearing, in pleasure. Elle wondered why she couldn't be just as brazen there in the darkness.
She returned to nursing at her mother's breast and her mind raced. She daydreamed about dicks shooting spunk when a man like her father was aroused enough, and she felt a growing curiosity to know what that looked like. She was now quite familiar with the flood of her own cum, but not that of a man. She felt strangely ashamed that she had never seen her father's cum up close. But she chided herself internally—what normal young girl would ever witness such a thing from her father? Nevertheless, she now despaired over so many missed opportunities through the years. Whenever she heard her parents fooling around, she would go outside if it was daytime or cover her ears with her pillow. But why, she wondered, had she never before felt the desire to watch?
As she dreamed about her father's payload, her thoughts drifted back to the medicine she had to take—a taste unlike anything she'd ever known. She wondered if it resembled anything a man might produce. Slowly, she imagined herself enveloped by it, the strange substance clinging to her skin.