Part 1

Clark's stride was steady and sure as he walked Poppy home from college. Poppy walked beside him, her eyes occasionally darting to his face, a soft smile playing on her lips. She was sweet on the boy, her heart fluttering; his hand occasionally brushing against hers, she was happy class had been ended early and that Clark had asked her if he could walk her home; he had asked her out on the way.

As they got to Poppy's parents' house, she could sense the subtle tension in the air, knowing he would have liked to step inside; most boys would like that, but she knew no one was home, and that was all too much, considering he had only just plucked up the courage to ask her out after months of dancing around it.

"So, Saturday?" He stammered.

Poppy loved how his blonde hair flopped to the side.

Tossing her own long red hair behind her shoulder, she tucked a few of the loose strands behind her ear. "Yea, that sounds great; I can't wait," she told him.

"I would invite you in, but as no one is home, I doubt that would be the best idea," Poppy explained.

She actually did want him to come in, but she was afraid if she invited him inside, she might then invite him upstairs, and if she did that, she might invite him into her room, and if that happened, she might invite him into her bed, and no, she had made that mistake before, and she really, really liked him, so despite wanting him to fuck her, she was proud she settled for a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks, I'll see you in class tomorrow." She said he smelt so good she noticed, and she went inside.

As Poppy opened the front door, she waved him off and quietly closed the door. She leaned against it, happy that she had a date this weekend with him.

Poppy heard a sound; it was muffled, but it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. No one was supposed to be home.

Cautiously, she tiptoed towards the kitchen through the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest.

The sounds were getting louder, a guttural drone.

Hesitantly, she crept to the half-open doorway, the crack between the hinges offering the best concealed vantage point.

As she peeked through, her eyes widened and her breath hitched; the source of the noise was her mother, her happily married mother, or so she thought.

Leaning back against the kitchen table, half sitting, her mother, Tess, had one leg raised and resting on the backrest of a kitchen chair, her long blue skirt hiked up around her waist, her head tilted back and moaning towards the ceiling.

Poppy could see her mother's creamy, milky thigh spread wide; the angle Poppy had offered was the most graphic of views.

Poppy watched on, taking in her mother and a man that clearly was not Poppy's father; he was holding up her skirt and with his hand between her legs, his fingers going in and out of her pussy, his face buried against her neck and out of view, sucking and kissing her smooth pale skin below the collar of her satin blouse.

His hands were in her long, voluminous hair.

Tess was moaning and groaning. "Fuck yes, finger my cunt," she pleaded. "You always know how to get me off; you're so fucking sexy."

Poppy was mesmerised. She noticed she was far less horrified than she would have thought, maybe thinking about Clark and having been assaulted with the visual cheating escapades of her mother; her aroused state was somehow conflicting with the scene in her family kitchen.

She noticed her mother moaned louder when the man gently tugged on her hair, giving him better access to her neck.

"Don't leave marks," she told him.

Poppy could see her mother glistening over the man's fingers; that's how close she was, as the man moved his mouth to her ear while his fingers kept pace.

She could not believe her prim, proper mother was allowing a man to finger-fuck her, cheating on her husband. Worse, Poppy could not look away; she was under the enchantment, compelled and eager to watch. Who was the man that was giving her mother so much pleasure? She wondered.

"I didn't say stop; just don't leave marks, baby," Tess told him between moans.

Poppy couldn't hear what the man whispered into her ear, but it was driving her mother wild; his face buried back into her neck, Poppy could hear his kisses through her mother's pleas.

"God, that feels so fucking good," Tess moaned. "Don't stop, baby, please don't stop."

Tess begged, her voice rising in pitch and volume as the man's fingers increased their pace, plunging in and out of her with forceful determination. Poppy watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as her mother's body tensed, her back arching off the table as she let out a guttural cry of pleasure. Tess's orgasm was intense and forceful, her body shaking and convulsing at the ecstasy. Poppy felt a tiny pang of jealousy, watching her mother experience something that looked so sensual.

The man continued to finger her mother, drawing out her climax, Tess shaking and squirming at his touch, the pleasure making her shudder, until Tess finally, in an act of desperation, reached up and grabbed the back of his head, her fingers in his curly hair. She pulled his head back and kissed him with frenzied and frantic desire.

Before she had watched her mother's lips land on the stranger, before her kisses began devouring him, Poppy got her first look at the man, "Uncle Drey," she whispered.

Poppy, in shock, watched as her mother kissed her own brother.

"Why don't you get those lips around me and suck my dick?" Poppy heard her uncle say.

Poppy began to back up as she saw her uncle begin to unbutton his trousers; she tiptoed back down the hall before he had a chance to pull his manhood out. She carefully opened the front door, then slammed it shut. "I'm home; class was cut short. Anyone home?"

Poppy kicked off her shoes and hung her jacket up, stalling for time.

By the time she got into the kitchen, her mother was flustered and at the kitchen doorway waiting to greet her.

"Darling, I wasn't expecting you; your uncle stopped by for a coffee," Tess said, hugging her daughter.

Poppy could feel the unease in her mother's embrace, feel her clamminess on her skin.

"Hey, kiddo," her uncle said. He was a lot cooler and composed than her mom, especially for a guy who had been short-changed and not had his dick sucked.

"Uncle Drey," Poppy scurried over; she gave him a big hug, pressing herself against what she hoped would still be a big fat hard-on.

"I almost caught you guys out..." She said,

Poppy almost giggled at her mother's contorted efforts of discomfort, a panic in her eyes. "Caught us out",

"Yeah, having a cheeky little coffee when you both should be at work," Poppy said, easing the tension, her mother visibly sighing.

"Well, I'll let you get on with whatever you were doing before I interrupted." Poppy skipped out and up to her room.