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The fishnet stockings climbed gently up my thigh, caressing a thrill that came from another time.
I could hear my husband's voice in the other room entertaining our guests... But their voices were becoming an indistinct whisper that was melting in my mind, directed towards a remote and very present past.
The door was ajar, I knew it was getting late for me.
My parents allowed me to be in their company when couples of friends came to visit them.
I was enchanted to stare at them while they laughed and joked, then after saying goodbye to everyone I went up to my room upstairs, while they retired to the cozy atmosphere of the tavern to do things that did not belong to a girl of fifteen years.
My mother was in the kitchen making coffee.
But the familiar look of our kitchen made of marble and wood was made surreal by an image that was out of tune and made everything look like a perverse and unreal dream.
My mother was wearing the red jersey dress that she wore when she got up at the waist.
The marble table prevented me from seeing beyond, but as I looked down at her ankles, tense from that obscenely explicit position, I could glimpse the tiny white thong that that same afternoon I had watched with embarrassment as I went through her drawers playing at pretending to be a woman.
Behind her Luca seemed to be too close to her, even his hand was hidden by the table but what he was doing between her thighs was all too clear.
I found myself with short breath, my back to the wall and an incredible desire to escape.
Then slowly curiosity overcame me and it was inevitable to look again.
They were kissing with passion, now I could see the scene with greater clarity because they had moved by leaning against the oven.
My mother had her dress lifted up over the umbrella and her right hand was dancing mischievously on the cock of that male who was paying homage to her with all his brazen vigor.
I ran away, in absolute silence to my room upstairs.
Passing by the large living room I hurriedly greeted my father who was sitting on the sofa in the company of my mother's friend.
They too had an attitude that in hindsight seemed to me absolutely clear and explicit.
I found comfort in the half-light of my room, it was dark and from the French window that gave on the balcony a very bright moon cast long shadows on my bed.
I lay down still dressed.
in absolute silence trying to pick up every single noise coming from underneath.
The noises came muffled and indistinct, laughter, words whose meaning could not be understood and a few understandable phrases that disappeared into thin air without my understanding.
"What a slut you are!"
I heard that phrase my father said, the tone was cheerful, almost joking.
I didn't understand the meaning, had discovered mom and Luca in the kitchen? It was going to start a fight...
I was sure of it, but instead the tone continued to be joking.
I distinctly heard Luca's voice...
"Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll let you try two..."
I didn't understand, maybe it was a dick, but more likely he said "dicks"...
He had said "I'll make you try with two cocks" to my mum and with dad present, my world faltered and when I didn't hear any more noise the situation became even more unbearable.
I resisted morbid curiosity for a dozen minutes.
The moon kept making me dance shadows on my skin and in a way this gave me an unusual emotion.
I gave in to the desire to move my panties and the image of my mother's hand playing with my cock pushed my fingers inside, looking for comfort and pleasure between my sexting thighs.
Curiosity, however, was even stronger than the desire to enjoy.
I thought they must have locked themselves in the tavern, I went down to the living room trying to be as quiet as possible.
It was all dark, I could only see the big tizoni almost extinguished from the fireplace and the dim light filtering through the large windows overlooking a dark and well-kept garden where trees that were three times my age were living.
I went out into the garden and approached the little window of the tavern.
I couldn't see well, but the slightly dirty glass allowed me to see a good portion of the room.
My eyes were fixed on my father.
He was completely naked, leaning against the mahogany dash. There was a woman wearing only elegant red shoes and a loose leotard that moved rhythmically every time my father...
I was walking up and a scream almost escaped me revealing my presence.
I felt the fabric of the dress get up and something warm and soft I rubbed between my thighs, touching my skin left naked by the panties I had abandoned on the bed.
Teo My big tabby cat demanded his dose of attention.
He immediately recognized me and started rubbing himself to leave his smell on my naked skin.
In his feline mind I was his private property, an inexhaustible source of cuddles and food and he didn't care what was going on down there.
I let him continue, now the scene was clearer.
The group had moved on and I could see the four of them indulging in lust without any shame.
My hand began to masturbate without caring about the cat purring, as if to give the rhythm to my fingers that lingered to increase the rhythm with which I was fucking myself.
Reality came back to kidnap me from my past with all its lust reflected in the mirror in front of me.
I was wearing a bodice and stay-ups.
My glabrous sex exposed, ready to be desecrated in the name of an evening without false modesty.
Behind me my husband and our friend Piero were approaching with their hands in search of my naked skin.
I decided not to put up any resistance while I saw my image reflected in the mirror going to look for their erect members.
A decisive gesture of my man made me crawl on all fours while the two males were dividing their mouths and pussy in a swing of increasingly decisive thrusts.
My mind went back to that little girl with her fingers rhythmically seeking pleasure between her thighs as she looked at her mother offended by two...three...four dense jets of very thick sperm.
The orgasm ran down my bony back while the sinuous body of the cat rubbed itself on the asshole left high and exposed to the mischievous gaze of the moon.
The memory made me wince and I was almost suffocated by Piero's copious cumshot, my husband's hands grabbed me even more firmly while the increasingly strong rhythm made me understand what was about to happen.
"Get your ass up!"
I held him open obscenely with my hands, while a generous spit ran down my buttocks.
When his flesh made its way through my bowels I saw the yellow eyes of Teo's great-grandson staring at me from under the bed.
I thought of my mother covered in semen and as I felt the orgasm flooding my ass I thought that after all the semen never falls far from the tree...
I could hear my husband's voice in the other room entertaining our guests... But their voices were becoming an indistinct whisper that was melting in my mind, directed towards a remote and very present past.
The door was ajar, I knew it was getting late for me.
My parents allowed me to be in their company when couples of friends came to visit them.
I was enchanted to stare at them while they laughed and joked, then after saying goodbye to everyone I went up to my room upstairs, while they retired to the cozy atmosphere of the tavern to do things that did not belong to a girl of fifteen years.
My mother was in the kitchen making coffee.
But the familiar look of our kitchen made of marble and wood was made surreal by an image that was out of tune and made everything look like a perverse and unreal dream.
My mother was wearing the red jersey dress that she wore when she got up at the waist.
The marble table prevented me from seeing beyond, but as I looked down at her ankles, tense from that obscenely explicit position, I could glimpse the tiny white thong that that same afternoon I had watched with embarrassment as I went through her drawers playing at pretending to be a woman.
Behind her Luca seemed to be too close to her, even his hand was hidden by the table but what he was doing between her thighs was all too clear.
I found myself with short breath, my back to the wall and an incredible desire to escape.
Then slowly curiosity overcame me and it was inevitable to look again.
They were kissing with passion, now I could see the scene with greater clarity because they had moved by leaning against the oven.
My mother had her dress lifted up over the umbrella and her right hand was dancing mischievously on the cock of that male who was paying homage to her with all his brazen vigor.
I ran away, in absolute silence to my room upstairs.
Passing by the large living room I hurriedly greeted my father who was sitting on the sofa in the company of my mother's friend.
They too had an attitude that in hindsight seemed to me absolutely clear and explicit.
I found comfort in the half-light of my room, it was dark and from the French window that gave on the balcony a very bright moon cast long shadows on my bed.
I lay down still dressed.
in absolute silence trying to pick up every single noise coming from underneath.
The noises came muffled and indistinct, laughter, words whose meaning could not be understood and a few understandable phrases that disappeared into thin air without my understanding.
"What a slut you are!"
I heard that phrase my father said, the tone was cheerful, almost joking.
I didn't understand the meaning, had discovered mom and Luca in the kitchen? It was going to start a fight...
I was sure of it, but instead the tone continued to be joking.
I distinctly heard Luca's voice...
"Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll let you try two..."
I didn't understand, maybe it was a dick, but more likely he said "dicks"...
He had said "I'll make you try with two cocks" to my mum and with dad present, my world faltered and when I didn't hear any more noise the situation became even more unbearable.
I resisted morbid curiosity for a dozen minutes.
The moon kept making me dance shadows on my skin and in a way this gave me an unusual emotion.
I gave in to the desire to move my panties and the image of my mother's hand playing with my cock pushed my fingers inside, looking for comfort and pleasure between my sexting thighs.
Curiosity, however, was even stronger than the desire to enjoy.
I thought they must have locked themselves in the tavern, I went down to the living room trying to be as quiet as possible.
It was all dark, I could only see the big tizoni almost extinguished from the fireplace and the dim light filtering through the large windows overlooking a dark and well-kept garden where trees that were three times my age were living.
I went out into the garden and approached the little window of the tavern.
I couldn't see well, but the slightly dirty glass allowed me to see a good portion of the room.
My eyes were fixed on my father.
He was completely naked, leaning against the mahogany dash. There was a woman wearing only elegant red shoes and a loose leotard that moved rhythmically every time my father...
I was walking up and a scream almost escaped me revealing my presence.
I felt the fabric of the dress get up and something warm and soft I rubbed between my thighs, touching my skin left naked by the panties I had abandoned on the bed.
Teo My big tabby cat demanded his dose of attention.
He immediately recognized me and started rubbing himself to leave his smell on my naked skin.
In his feline mind I was his private property, an inexhaustible source of cuddles and food and he didn't care what was going on down there.
I let him continue, now the scene was clearer.
The group had moved on and I could see the four of them indulging in lust without any shame.
My hand began to masturbate without caring about the cat purring, as if to give the rhythm to my fingers that lingered to increase the rhythm with which I was fucking myself.
Reality came back to kidnap me from my past with all its lust reflected in the mirror in front of me.
I was wearing a bodice and stay-ups.
My glabrous sex exposed, ready to be desecrated in the name of an evening without false modesty.
Behind me my husband and our friend Piero were approaching with their hands in search of my naked skin.
I decided not to put up any resistance while I saw my image reflected in the mirror going to look for their erect members.
A decisive gesture of my man made me crawl on all fours while the two males were dividing their mouths and pussy in a swing of increasingly decisive thrusts.
My mind went back to that little girl with her fingers rhythmically seeking pleasure between her thighs as she looked at her mother offended by two...three...four dense jets of very thick sperm.
The orgasm ran down my bony back while the sinuous body of the cat rubbed itself on the asshole left high and exposed to the mischievous gaze of the moon.
The memory made me wince and I was almost suffocated by Piero's copious cumshot, my husband's hands grabbed me even more firmly while the increasingly strong rhythm made me understand what was about to happen.
"Get your ass up!"
I held him open obscenely with my hands, while a generous spit ran down my buttocks.
When his flesh made its way through my bowels I saw the yellow eyes of Teo's great-grandson staring at me from under the bed.
I thought of my mother covered in semen and as I felt the orgasm flooding my ass I thought that after all the semen never falls far from the tree...
