Panic-level heart rates can have a way of blinding us. Our body fills with the roar of fear until we cannot see nor hear clearly. Unfortunately, Alison saw with intense clarity.

She had completely stopped sucking the cock that was still sitting in her mouth. The sight of her slutty daughter pleasing her own daddy’s cock made her feel like she could win worst mother ever.

Ronny’s cock thrusting in her mouth snapped her out of her daze, and the sounds of the room came rushing back in under the poker table.

Saved by the bell; the timer went off. Time to switch partners.

Emily playfully kissed her father‘s cock head and scooted around to the next, Joe’s sweet black beauty. Alison moved a bit towards her next assignment. Her very own husband.

Should she play along? Should she let him know who is sucking his cock? What does she do if he talks—should she say anything?

She never felt more petrified at the imminent prospect of everyone finding out who she is! And as things have been for her these last few months, her pussy spasmed like a beached fish. Alison Duncan Ward: Seemingly perfect, beautiful, sexy, put together, intelligent, suburban mom was a whore. Once again, a growing sexual sensation washed over her tight athletic MILF body as she shook in pre-orgasmic promise.

By instinct, familiarity, or panic, she began stroking her husband’s growth. Tears dripped out, taking her mascara.

She moaned as she corkscrewed with her hand while swiping her tongue. She wondered why she ever wanted to stray from this beautiful man in the first place. Then she noticed a small bit of Emily’s lipstick on her spouse’s fly.

“Fuck…” she barely whispered as an orgasm boil rattled the pot lid.

What the hell do I do?

Joe made the decision for her by cumming in her daughter’s talented mouth!

“Ohhh fuck that is a sweet mouth! Oh babygirl, gonnaaaa cummmm!”

Emily’s mouth pushed down as far as she could. Gagging and sweating, her tears made her makeup run. Joe gripped her beautiful blonde hair tightly, firing a significance into her throat. She gripped his knees to steady her body as pulse after pulse roared out. He let her hair go and she flopped off; spitting some back out as she gasped.

She giggled at her mess, then moaned with pleasure. “So good…”

David commented, “Jesus, Joe. My slut hasn’t even started sucking my cock!”

Slut, yes dear, if you only new…

Ronny took over the contest.

“It looks like Joe is out of the game. I suppose that means that it’s down to Dave and Manny.”

Emily was on her knees, panting, scooping up the cum that had dripped down her neck and licked it back into her mouth. She turned her head towards her mother, who still had a look of shock and fear. Emily chalked it up to watching her seventeen-year-old daughter take a load from a fifty-year-old black man.

“Aw, don’t be jealous, Mom.” She grabbed the back of Alison’s head. “I’ll share until you can get some!” Emily aggressively kissed her and tongue-shoved a decent amount of Joe’s seed into her mother’s orifice. Alison could do nothing but moan. Emily yanked back with a small shove, causing her mother to collapse on the floor.

She then crawled out from under the table, peeling down the straps of her white dress as she did.

She stood with her back to the men and seductively took down the zipper and let the “virginal” suggestion fall to the floor. Now in heels and white lingerie, she unhooked her bra.

“If this game is going to really become what I think,” she paused and growled out the next, “how about we cut to the main event?”

She spun on her heel and struck a hot pose as the cups of her bra fell forward. She stretched her arm to the side and dangled it in her thumb and first finger. Legs slightly crossed and hip cocked, she was a stunning example of youthful grace and incredible genetics.

She ran a manicured finger over a pink, flushed nipple and surveyed the gawking men to see their reaction. The hot blonde teen froze on the unreadable face of her dad.

Alison was watching hunched under the table, and even though she could not see Em’s face, the mom’s whole body cringed.

This is it… my marriage is over! I’m bound to lose the kids. Maybe even go to jail!

Emily took a beat, and a deep breath as her eyes locked onto her father. Alison couldn’t see David’s reaction. She hoped he wasn’t furious how something horrible like this could happen.

A small bit of disgust surfaced as she suddenly realized David had knowingly gone to a poker game where prostitutes were going to be used. It swam away as fast as it had arrived; there were bigger fish to fry.

Emily stepped forward and cleared her throat. She then ran her seductive hand over her dad’s chest.

David hummed.

Alison needed to get clear, run, hide.

She took a deep breath and shakily purred as she half crawled out, “What do you say you take this unworthy mommy whore over to the couches, boys?”

There was silence. Alison was sure David would protest in a moment, but it didn’t happen. She could not bring herself to look at his face. Her heart hammered. Her pussy drooled.

Instead, the three other men grunted and laughed in affirmation, dumping the cards. Manny reached down and pulled Alison out. He gave her a smack on the ass. “Let’s get it, sucre. I wanna see you how that mama cunt feels around my hard, brown love tool.”

Joe laughed. “Man, that was pitiful!”

The two of them took Alison by her arms and a led her over to the couches.

“Really? You’re the only black man who has a cock shorter than eight inches.”

“Sure, but he’s always pleasin’’!”

She awkwardly giggled at the brewing measuring contest and glanced over her shoulder.

Gwen was sitting with a vibrator on her pussy, preparing for her next round. Ronny approached her as Tall Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Gonna need that other hole, G,” Ronny demanded.

She raised a single eyebrow and nodded toward her bag. “Pick a flavor, baby, and lube me up!”

Tall Tom said, “Host privilege,” and dug out a bottle.

Gwen stood and took Ronny in a kiss. “Time to really party! Get me a drink, please. This slut is thirsty!” Ronny nodded and headed over to retrieve a bottle of water and a glass of wine. On his way back, he shed his shirt, shoes and socks.

Tall Tom was fully naked and squirted strawberry gel on two fingers. He wickedly smiled.

Alison was still quivering inside but had to shake her head and just go with it. Obviously, David wasn’t going to say anything. But would he do anything?

Oh, like fuck his own daughter.

Alison hadn’t thought about rock bottom. She had been spit-roasted, sodomized, spit on, even pissed on once. She had taken loads of manly seed from dozens of strangers and a few regulars. She had brought her own daughter into a secret lifestyle, and they had delicious lesbian sex as mother submissively surrendered to daughter.

Having no room to talk, she pushed on.

“OK gentlemen. Who wants my pussy first?”

She unzipped her dress and pulled it up over her head. She found that to be way sexier than dropping it as she could stretch her arms and extend her bust. She threw it on the couch and went to unhook her bra and saw an answer to one of her questions.

Emily was sitting on her father‘s lap grinding on him, and the two were making out like teenagers.

Their choices had been made.

She stared, but not for long. Manny pushed her forward and used her shoulder to bend her at her waist. She landed with a grunt on a seated Joe. He had taken his pants completely off and his no longer soft cock still lay impressively against his belly. Without hesitation, she took the fat purple-brown prick in her hand and began to stroke as she slid her tongue around the ridge. It was a lovely cock that it had just been shooting a lot of cum down her daughter's throat.

Manny had ripped her thong and thrown it at her dress. She hadn’t even batted an eye. She knew where to buy cheap, sexy lingerie, knowing that some of it would never survive her encounters. The good stuff she saved for…oh fuck, her husband…and fuck daughter.

She gasped as her first dick of the night slammed into her internal debate like a chase scene car hitting a fruit stand.

She gained a little control and began resurrecting Joe’s fat fucker. She looked over to see Gwen had a lubed set of digits working her asshole. Tall Tom was slipping underneath her to suck a swollen, dripping pussy. She multitasked like a college junior and sucked in Tall Tom to the root while she stroked lube all over Ronny‘s ready rod.

Then a youthful voice made everyone moan: “Oh fuck, Daddy! Suck my boobs!”

To anyone who watched porn this would not seem like a big deal. But to three people in the room, it was a statement rooted in reality. To Alison’s left, David was now pant-less. His own daughter, completely naked save heels, was rubbing her wet, needy, shaved perfection up and down his multicolored cock, flat against his abs. His hands gripped her sweet dancer’s ass as he sucked Em’s left nipple into his very hungry mouth. She held his head tightly against her body as she ground her wetness, hoping for full penetration.

It could be the sexiest, most horrifying thing Alison had ever seen, and it was exactly what she needed to ignite her orgasm around Manny’s thickness.

Joe’s words only caused her to shake and moan on his cock. “Fucking useless mother! Lets her daughter fuck strangers!” He spit, and it landed on her cheek, fresh tears spilling out of her eyes, blending more grey-black to her river of humiliation. Her face was a dripping mess. Her orgasm was not quitting. She popped off with a gasp as Manny’s thrusts made her tits slap.

“I AM! oh fuck! I’m a horrible mother! Use me like a worthless whore!”

The sentiment was ugly, the need was raw, the orgasm would be mind-blowing.

Joe grabbed her hair and roared as he face-fucked her. This was relentless, balls on the chin, throat-gagging nasty. Manny felt the challenge and with his fingers digging into hips slammed deep repeatedly. She had balls slapping her on either end and only wished someone was under her, pulling her nipples to a punishing point of beyond recognition.

Lost in the feral lust of these penile beasts, she was unaware that David and his daughter had finally crossed the last barrier. Emily rode her father's cock with a coital ease he never imagined she could produce. He was mesmerized by how sexy she was, but even more so how quickly he accepted her role as his slut to fuck as he saw fit. He grabbed her hips and surprised her by lifting the two of them off the chair. He dropped her onto the poker table with a yelp. Chips and cards scattered as last hours pleasure was replaced by something unmatchable.

He tore off his shirt, having left his pants under the chair. He grabbed hold of her gorgeous breasts and gave each a firm squeeze. Emily arched under his grip and squealed with joy.

David took hold of the back of her knees and spread her up and open. His unfettered cock took on a life of its own.

The deep drive to fullness led his daughter to a soundless scream of orgasmic intensity she had yet to feel! Everything was unbelievable: this was her daddy…this was wrong…she was his to use. And all was absolutely perfect.

Her breath raged back in and she screamed, “FUCK ME, DADDY!”

David’s mind was a roil of responsibility, love, protection, and an overwhelming need to dance with the devil. “I’m gonna fuck you right through this table and into the floor! I can’t - ungh- believe- oof- my daughter—ungh- is a… WHORE!“

He slammed home, balls retracting, thickness, expanding, blood pumping. The orgasm was deep, primal and all consuming. Their intensity matched nerve for nerve.

The two men using Alison paused for a moment to look over. Manny whistled and said with perverse reverence, “Madre de Dios, she’s his daughter!”

Alison shook and choked on humiliation and cock, and Joe took the moment to push in even further. She could not breathe. Her nose pressed against his pubic bone, his hands gripping her hair tightly. She couldn’t see, but he was shaking his head and smiling. He yanked back, strings of spittle and degradation strung from lips to frenulum.

"My, my, my, little mama. You really are disgusting. And sexy as ffFFFUUUckk!” Emitting the warning, he grabbed the base of his thick cock and fired hot blasts of sexual release onto Alison's face, hair, neck, and hanging nipples. He cried out in ecstasy, his head thrown back, his legs shaking. He laughed almost to himself. “Fuckin' family a’ filth!"

Alison was gasping for breath. The choking had taken her to another level of depravity. The statements about Emily pushed her even further. The crowning achievement, the last nail in her coffin of dignity was this scorching facial blast of masculine dominance.

The orgasm felt inevitable, yet fleeting as her mind was back to trying to please the cock in her cunt. She pushed back with ferocity, making Manny yell out with pleasure.

He grabbed her now cum-spattered hair and yanked her back. He screamed out as he unloaded deep inside her well-used welcoming womanhood.

“Holy FUCK! Take it, mama! Take it you filthy slut!"

Neither man was going to win any points for originality, but they certainly had commitment.

With that, the muscular Latinx let go, and Alison collapsed onto the couch. She felt like she was wet from head to toe. Spittle, tears, makeup, and two thick loads of semen covered her crotch, legs, face and chest. The amount she was sweating felt like an afterthought.

She had to sweep away a strand of Joe’s spend in order to fully see the room. She licked it off her shaky fingers and moaned softly as her body shook in aftershock. That’s when she focused on the other two family members in the room.

David was a blur, his hips pistonning at Mach speed. Emily's eyes were glazed over, grunts spitting out with each thrust. She was holding onto his shoulders for dear life with legs spread and helpless. The wet slap of pelvises filled the room and gathered three mesmerized sets of eyes and ears.

"Oh no..." Alison whimpered, praying to some type of god that Emily was taking her birth control.

"Fuck yes," Manny growled. "Take your daughter's cunt, Dave!"

"It's like a porno come to life," Joe added in admiration.

Alison had somewhat recovered and was licking up as much of the two loads she could. She then made a bold decision. She recalled what her British Gran used to say, "In for a penny, in for a pound."

She was witnessing history, and she wanted to be part of it.

She wobbly walked over to the poker table. David caught her eye and never slowed down. His face was raw and rough and said quite clearly "this is your fault.”

Alison was flushed red and still shaking when she bent over the table and took Emily's mouth with her own. She snowballed the cum loads into Emily’s mouth and moaned as Emily responded with a hand on her head to hold the kiss longer. Emily pulled back and slapped Alison’s breast who took it like a champ. "Nasty Mommy slut."

Alison nodded, and her head dropped.

David moaned as more revelations slammed into his brain. They were lovers, and Emily was the dominant. The news should have devastated him yet it triggered his orgasm. "FUCK, cumming!"

Alison's base instinct as a slut took over and she knelt by the table. She held David's asscheek and he stiffened and fired off his payload into the hot teen cunt below him. Emily went off as well, the feeling of complete moral abandon providing genuine freedom.

The father and daughter shared something that neither one had ever contemplated. Yes there had been times when David had seen his sexy daughter dress certain ways or watched her ass a bit too closely as she danced with her friends at a party. His mind had wandered to places it shouldn’t. He flashed on those moments and realized that each one of those incidents he had given Alison a bit more of a rough, intense fuck.

How ironic.

For Emily, there had been many times over the last few months when clients had demanded the teen tart call them “daddy” and she had gotten an extra thrill imagining it was David Ward.

Now that this twisted perverted questionable reality had arrived, both parties fully embraced the madness.

Alison felt completely riveted to the spot in the moment. Her face was strangely close to their coupling noticing how her husband‘s semen, heretofore only filling up her body, (that she knew of. There was still the question of him going to a party, knowing prostitutes were going to be present) was now leaking from her exceptionally sexy daughter.

She aggressively squeezed his nearest asscheek and stared up with desperate eyes.

Her voice came out as not much more than a strangled whisper. “…please…”

David was panting, attempting to keep himself upright from the intensity of his orgasm. It took a moment for him to compute what she was asking for.

“Let her in, Dad. It’s her job.” Emily’s voice held purpose and command. David felt compelled to follow the directive.

He slowly slid out of his daughter and felt like her gaping gash gave an audible reaction.

Alison immediately positioned herself on her knees for the purpose of partaking in the strangest mix of bodily fluids she would ever consume: her daughter’s nectar and her husband’s creamy ejaculate.

But she knew better than to just jump in. Blue eyes stared up at her daughter, her misstress.

“Please Miss, may I?”

Emily propped herself up, grabbed her mother by the...