Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

James straightened up in his seat. He was so busy throwing himself a pity party, he’d forgotten that the rest of his family was falling apart, too. He resolved to be stronger for them.

“Yes honey, I’m fine,” James said, reaching over to squeeze Molly’s shoulder, “Sorry. I’m just a little, you know, on edge.”

Molly nodded and beamed. She reached over and stroked the back of her father’s head.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s going to be OK,” Molly said. And just like that, James felt better. Words were meaningless — Christine had told him that many times. But maybe, sometimes, words were enough. Even words that were clearly a lie, it still felt better to hear someone say them.

James glanced to the backseat and saw the rest of his family had settled in. Lexi and Austin were both staring out the window, distracted. Christine gave him a wispy grin, then pointed him back to the road with her chin.

James wanted to say something to her, but Molly was still stroking his head and her light, affectionate touch was very distracting. The way she ran her fingers through his still-thick, only slightly silvery hair — it was hard to form a complete thought. Then she kept going, tracing her thin, pink fingers behind his ear. Down his neck. Nails tickling at his arm. God, when had the silly little kid gone away and this succubus shown up?

James felt a stirring in his pants. It was all too familiar now. James didn’t even have the heart to fight it anymore. He looked at his daughter, almost pleading. Molly glowed back. The blonde girl ran her hands lower. Over her father’s trim stomach than down to his khaki shorts.

“Oh!” she said as her hand touched his hardness. Her voice was a mixture of delighted surprise and genuine excitement. James started to raise his hand, to push Molly back. To be strong like he’d swore he would be a moment before. Didn’t he owe it to his girl to at least try for propriety? To attempt to protect his sweet, innocent (ok, maybe not so much anymore) daughter? James heard a gasp come from the back of the car.

Instinctively, he looked in his rearview mirror. Had someone caught him and Molly? Had they seen that her hand was now massaging his aching cock through his shorts? Then the family patriarch saw what was going on and he let out a gasp of his own.

Where, before, the family had appeared like perfectly normal passengers, a very different sight now greeted him. His wife of twenty-one years — a serious, proper woman who’d never been with anyone besides her husband before that weekend — was luxuriating in the middle seat, completely topless. Her children, Lexi and Austin, were both leaning over her from either side. Suckling at her tiny teats like they were newborns all over again.

In return, the athletic blonde woman had a hand in each of her kids’ crotches. Pumping up and down on Austin’s exposed erection. Stroking back and forth in Lexi’s bare snatch. James watched, transfixed, as his family strained and groaned like some singular, sexual creature.

James felt his zipper slide down and his focus ripped back to the front of the car. Molly reached into her father’s pants and pulled out his penis. She smiled and almost clapped, like she’d unwrapped her dream Christmas present. The curvy blonde leaned over and lowered her mouth over James’ dick. The warm wetness of Molly’s mouth surrounded his cock as she engulfed him.

James gripped the steering wheel like holding on for dear life as his whole body fell under the thrall of his daughter’s thick lips and pink, little tongue. If he’d had any thoughts of stopping his daughter before, they were abandoned far behind them on the blacktop.

Despite her complete control over her Daddy, Molly was not an expert at oral. She was slobbery, and combined not enough suction with way too much teeth. But it didn’t matter because James’ baby girl sucked his cock like she needed it. Like this was worship and her Daddy’s cock was her god. All the skill in the world couldn’t compensate for that.

“That’s so good, sweetie,” James said.

“Mmmhmmm,” Molly said, her lips smacking lewdly. She looked so sexy with that cocksucker’s double chin.

Behind him, James could hear that the backseat had escalated as well.

“Oh, baby, that’s so good!” Christine cried, “That’s it, lick Mommy’s pussy. Oh, that’s a good girl.”

“Mom, Lexi isn’t rubbing me off anymore,” Austin said.

“Well, she’s a little busy helping me right now,” Christine said.

“I know,” Austin said, pouty. “It’s just…”

“It’s OK, baby. Lexi’s taking care of me so I can take care of you.”

“Oh ffffffFUCK that’s nice,” Austin said, his mother clearly had reached over and taken hold of her son’s cock.

“Awwww, now who will take care of me?” Lexi asked.

“The two of you, I swear, I have to do everything,” Christine said. “Here, turn yourself over — no no, keep your mouth on Mommy’s pussy — that’s a girl. Now bend back so your brother can reach over.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Lexi sighed as Austin’s hand made contact.

“Good,” Christine said, “but don’t get distracted or I’ll take him away, understood?”

“Yes Mom,” Lexi said.

“Doesn’t your big sister taste good, Austin?” Christine asked.

“Oh yeah,” Austin said.

“I’m sure you’d rather have your cock inside her, but this will have to do for now.”

“That’s OK, Mom,” Austin said, “Your hand feels fucking great.”

“Remember to warn me before you cum,” Christine said.

“Yes Mom,” the siblings chorused.

Molly wrapped her father’s cock in her fist and James found his attention forced back to his youngest daughter. She moved her head and hand in concert, pumping him into her mouth. Grunting and choking. It felt, God, really fucking good.

James did his best to stare forward and soak in all of it. The wet sounds of pussies being rubbed, mixed with the percussion of cocks being stroked. Sighs and groans. Ecstatic cries. A veritable orchestra of orgy filled the car as the family drove each other to their orgasmic ends. James remembered hearing a story in college about a bunch of students who’d gone on a road trip and ending up all fucking in the car, up and down the interstate. Weird how life made mirrors of itself.

Molly lifted off her father’s cock — a thin trail of drool hung from her mouth to his member. James looked over at her, nervous. Had his baby girl finally had a moment of conscience? And, if so, couldn’t it wait till after he came? But James’ blonde little girl grinned at him innocently and lifted her top right off, exposing her amazing breasts. Then she knelt down and swallowed her father’s hardness right down to the root.

James kept one hand on the wheel, knuckles white. With the other, he reached down and started to fondle his daughter’s massive tits. He pinched her pink nipples and hefted her breasts. Every squeeze seemed to make Molly accelerate. Slurping and sucking with abandon. Her excess saliva drooling over his balls.

“Give it to me, Daddy,” Molly said, words slurring over his shaft, “Cum for me. I want it on my tongue. In my tummy. Oh, I need your cum so bad.”

In the backseat, the rest of the family was racing towards the same precipice. Austin was the first to turn his unintelligible moans into actual words. “Oh fuck. Mom I’m… Please I’m so close and I need…”

“Yes, baby,” Christine said, “That’s a good boy. Give me and your sister your seed. It’s OK.”

Austin let out a long low groan. The two women in the backseat gasped in delight. Lexi started to giggle.

“Oh Mom, my baby brother. His cum. It’s splashing on my little titties.”

“I know baby,” Christine said, “You look so hot splattered in your brother’s sperm.”

“Oh, it’s so good and I… Oh God,” Lexi said, her voice low and cracking, “He’s rubbing my clitty and I think I’m gonna. Gonna go, too!”

“N-no… Not yet…” Christine groaned, “Come on, Lexi. You can’t… You have to get me there. Get Mommy there first and then you can… OH! Oh you’re eating me so good don’t stop don’t stop don’t… DON’T STOP!”

Christine’s whole body trembled. She bucked forward like she was trying to leap right through the windshield. James knew her sounds and signs by heart, like they were one of his favorite songs. The grunts and groans. The little strangled cry. And then James heard the love of his life get pushed over the edge by someone other than himself. By their own daughter.

Christine fell back into the seat, blown. Her oh-so-perfect hair wild against the leather seat. Her deep green eyes practically glowing in post-orgasm satisfaction.

“M… Mom I… I can’t…” Lexi’s whole body was bright red. Her face was tomato red and contorted in what looked like intense concentration or even extreme pain.

“It’s OK, baby. You did good. You can…”

“Oh fucking… Fuck YES!” Lexi couldn’t even wait for her mother to finish her sentence, “Oh thank you. Thank you, Mommy!”

James wanted to watch his oldest daughter cum, but he couldn’t focus on her anymore. The sounds of pleasure from the back had sent Molly into sucking overdrive. With her fist tight on the base of his cock and her mouth wrapped around the head, James couldn’t help but remember the year Molly’d taken trumpet lessons. He was never going to be able to look at those high school pictures the same way again.

The blonde girl was totally absorbed in sucking her Daddy’s dick. In extracting his salty seed. She pumped and whined, bobbing up and down, going after it like nothing he’d ever seen. Finally, James felt the edge of his pleasure race forward. His daughter’s mouth milked him to his release. The sounds of the car drifted back to a dull roar. The road faded in front of him. Any moment now…

The roaring in James’ ears turned to wails. Sirens. He forced his eyes to focus. Blue and red flashing lights filled the car. James looked up at his rearview and then,