I once caught her coming out of the shower totally nude and had to admit she was a lot more mature than I had imagined an eighteen year old girl to be.... I even liked the way her backside drooped down a bit because it made me think how nice it would be to lift up those handfuls of flesh and slide inside her crack with my sex-deprived big boy. She saw me ogling her body and gave me a look of contempt that made me want to bend her over right then and there even though my mom and new step-father. I follow her to the restroom, and wait patiently as she undoes my pants. I fight hard not to get an erection as a woman pulls my pants down, even if it is my beautiful, 5'6", auburn haired, 125lb mother. As I stood there, I had to admit that in her late thirties, mom had it going on.Oh, shit! Stop thinking about her that way, pervert! I thought desperately, as I felt my cock coming to life. How sick could I be?"Hmm, you're just like your father," she says as she stands up, and I can see that. He kissed me gently, putting his hand on the back of my neck as he did so. He kissed me hard, slipping his tongue passed my lips and letting it massage mine. With his other hand, he pushed a finger into my pussy.I moaned into our kiss and he pulled away. He slipped a second finger in and moved them fast. I moaned at the feeling of my father’s fingers hitting my g-spot. I pulled them out and quickly replaced them with his cock. I moaned loudly as my father started to fuck me on the kitchen. " Thank you, darling! Thank you, thank you. Thank you."This is their deliciously sick game. Sara new to the table has been invited along to make up the numbers, playing a slut they have dragged in off the streets and paid to satiate their secret, long-held dark desires. It turns Sara on to hear them talk about her like this, to be described as delicious, an object, their fantasy made a reality. How many times before this night have they spoke of her, outlined what they would do with her,.