Chapter 11: Graduation, a never-ending whirlwind of ecstatic dreams.
"Morning Mommy" Dorothy greeted Sophie.
She was sure that she was pregnant by the guy in the group. However, once the group collapsed and the college was closed. The dean, Alexis was captured. She was transferred to another college and crushed by the nerd guy, Matt.
She had forgotten about the group and saw the fun in her life. Matt was not her ideal man. Matt was okay in bed, but not as satisfying as when he was with Lily. She did not think she would be able to withdraw from the indescribable pleasures of lust and desire at that time. But since she had children, she had to forget about them and be a good mother. She now had two children, Dorothy, the oldest, 20 years old, and Florence, 18 years old.
Dorothy was a carbon copy of her mother, both in looks and in personality. She was smart, reserved, and shy like Sophie was before she join the group. She is a beautiful 20-year-old girl with a sexy body. Her waist is small but her chest is huge and her butt is round and firm.
Her legs are long and smooth, and she has a small patch of neatly trimmed hair between her thighs. Her body is toned and athletic, her muscles taut and defined. She is a vision of youthful beauty, her body a temple of sin and desire.
While Matt's daughter Florence looks like her Asian nerd dad, she's a sports enthusiast. She is an 18-year-old cheerleader with a tight, athletic body. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and her dark hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders. Her breasts were full and pert, her nipples always erect and ready for attention. She was a walking wet dream, and she knew it. She loved the attention she got from the guys at school, and she enjoyed using her sexuality to her advantage.
Florence clung to her father, Matt, while her mother, Sophie, was busy making breakfast. "Morning, dad," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.
She was wearing a short, tight cheerleading skirt and a loose top that barely covered her firm, round breasts. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric.
Matt looked away, embarrassed by his teenage daughter's overt display of sexuality. "Morning, sweetie," he said, his voice tight.
Sophie looked up from the stove, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, Dorothy. You look...radiant today," she said, her voice laced with amusement.
Dorothy blushed at her mother's words, her eyes darting to the floor.
"Thanks, Mom," she mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment. She had always been shy, even around her own family. But lately, she had been feeling a strange new sensation, a heat that seemed to burn within her. She didn't understand it, but she knew it had something to do with the group her mother had once been a part of.
Florence, on the other hand, was not shy in the least. She sauntered over to her mother, her hips swaying with each step. She bent down and kissed Sophie on the cheek, her lips lingering for a moment. "Good morning, Mom," she purred, her voice low and sultry.
Matt asks Florence about Nick who's been courting her. She says she's not interested in nerds like that. Matt asks if being nerdy is bad, and that his dad is a nerd. Florence answers that her dad is an exception. He's not a nerd, he's a hero.
Florence winked at her mother and leaned in to whisper, "And speaking of heroes, guess who I bumped into last night?"
Sophie's eyes widened as she turned to face her daughter, a mix of alarm and excitement playing across her face. "Florence, you shouldn't be out so late. You know how dangerous it can be—"
"Relax, Mom," Florence cut her off with a laugh. "I was with friends. Plus, I can take care of myself. And anyway, it's not like I was out looking for trouble.
It seemed like a normal day. Sophie dropped off the kids and picked up some food for dinner. She was a top real estate agent, and she was able to work from home. After dropping off the kids and cooking dinner, she got a call from a client about a house viewing. This young woman sounded strangely familiar. She left her name as Queen.
Sophie wasn't expecting anyone today, but she wasn't one to turn down a potential sale. Queen's appointment at 3 pm is right around the time her kids get out of school, so she asked Matt to pick them up instead.
This house is very big, like a mansion. She will make a lot of profit from this sale. She arrived a little early, but the Queen asked her to wait until thirty-five in the afternoon. She made an appointment to talk in the master bedroom. Sophie was surprised, but she did not refuse. When the time came, she went to the bedroom as arranged. The spacious bedroom was like a fairy tale. There were faint sounds. They were moans like people having sex.
Sophie's heart began to race as she recognized the voice of one of the participants.
It was Dorothy, her own daughter.
She couldn't believe her ears. She felt a mix of shock, betrayal, and a strange, dark excitement coursing through her veins.
She crept closer to the door, her breathing shallow, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. She pressed her ear against the door, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh sending a jolt of heat straight to her core.
She found out that the person Dorothy was having sex with was none other than her husband, Matt, Dorothy's father.
The sound of their moans and the unmistakable squeak of the bedsprings echoed through the room, making Sophie's heart race with a mix of shock, betrayal, and a dark, twisted arousal she had long tried to bury.
"Fuck, Matt," Dorothy moaned, her voice raw and desperate. "Fuck me harder, Daddy. I need more."
Sophie's mind reeled as she listened to her daughter beg her husband to fuck her harder. She knew she should be outraged, should storm in and put a stop to this incestuous affair, but she couldn't move.
Her body was frozen, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and dark, forbidden desire. She remembered the group, the things she had done, the things she had experienced. She knew this was wrong, but a part of her, a dark, twisted part, wanted to watch.
"Long time no see, Sophie. It's me, Queen". Sophie turned to see it was her old friend Lily. She was hugging Florence from behind. Florence was in a cheerleader outfit, her shirt had been lifted up to reveal a pair of perfect-sized nipples, while Lily's hand was up her skirt, trying to squeeze her clitoris.
Sophie tried to hide her shock, but her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe Lily was here, and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Lily, what are you doing here?" Sophie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm here to help, Sophie," Lily said, her voice thick with lust. "I'm here to help you remember who you really are."
Sophie's eyes darted to her husband and daughter, who were in the throes of passion.
Matt was thrusting into Dorothy with wild abandon, their bodies slapping together with wet, obscene sounds. Sophie felt a surge of betrayal, but also a dark, twisted desire that she had long suppressed.
"What do you mean, help me remember who I really am?" Sophie managed to ask, her eyes still locked on the incestuous scene unfolding before her.
"You remember the group, don't you, Sophie?" Lily asked, her voice low and seductive. "The Naughty Bookworms? We had so much fun together, didn't we? And now it's time to bring the fun back.
"Let me cum inside you, my dear," Matt said to Dorothy.
He was grunting, his face a picture of pure ecstasy as he fucked his daughter's tight little virgin pussy.
"Fuck, yes," Dorothy moaned, her fingers digging into her father's back. "Cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me up like you used to fill my beloved Mommy."
"Cumming, My angel I'm cumming"
Matt roared, his body tense as he released his seed deep inside his daughter's pussy.
"What is this felling daddy?" Dorothy asked as Matt continued to pump his seed inside her.
"It's called an orgasm my sweet." Matt replied, his voice breathless as he came down from his high. "It's the most intense form of pleasure known to man."
"I want more of that." Dorothy said, her voice filled with a newfound hunger. "I want more of that pleasure."
"How do you feel? my love". Matt asked .
"It's...it's like nothing I've ever felt before," Dorothy panted, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her first orgasm. "It's like lightning striking, but instead of pain, it's pleasure. Pure, raw, intense pleasure. I never knew it existed in this world. I want more...I want more of that pleasure."
"Don't worry, sweetie," Matt said, his voice a low growl, "I'll give you more. I'll give you all the pleasure you need."Matt looked at his daughter, his eyes filled with lust.
Sophie could see the pleasure on both their faces as Matt's body shuddered and he collapsed on top of Dorothy, their bodies slick with sweat. Sophie felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of desire. She remembered the group, the things she had done, the pleasure she had felt. And now, seeing her daughter and husband together, she wanted that pleasure back.
"I always knew you were a dirty little slut, Dorothy," Lily purred, her hand still buried in Florence's pussy. "However, this is your younger sister's turn"