Poppy tossed in bed again, kicking and pulling the covers; it was 2:18, and she could not switch her brain off.

Her mind was fixated on the scene in the kitchen, the smacking of her mother's wetness against Uncle Drey's fingers, the desperate and primal way her mother had begged her own brother not to stop, for him to keep pleasuring her. Poppy could still hear the echo of her mother's moans as Uncle Drey had brought her to climax.

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Poppy had heard her mom and dad having sex; it was Thursday night, although they both presumed their daughter was sleeping. She unfortunately knew their routine.

Tonight Poppy had listened in; she knew by her mother's moans that her dad's performance had been short of her uncle's earlier and by some measured distance.

Guessing both her parents would be sleeping, her dad usually fell fast asleep after Thursday night sex night, and her mother must be tired after having relations with two men in the same day, Poppy was now an adult, her own woman; she had boyfriends; she had masturbated, but nothing anywhere near the climax level her mother had demonstrated.

Poppy had tried not to, but the images of her mother and uncle flooded her waking thoughts. She reached her hand down under the duvet; it skimmed over her thin vest, and her other hand took hold of her breast.

Her hand moved to between her adult legs; she pressed the cotton of her panties. She was surprised at how damp they were. She moaned at the pressure on her throbbing clit, her womanly needs edging her twenty-two-year-old body on, and why not? She and her parents were all consenting adults.

In one deft movement, Poppy pulled off her panties with one hand, her grip on her breast tightening as she did; she kicked the soaked garments to the foot of the bed and off her ankles.

She lay back on her pillows, facing the ceiling, the house silent and still around her other than her breathing and the thud of her pulse.

She felt the sheets tent below her waist as she brought her knees up and let her legs fall open, her hand now moving back to where she wanted it, deep between her legs.

She ran her finger up and down her lips a few times, the wetness coating her fingertips before running along her entrance, with more force and almost entering her as she moved them up and onto her clit.

She gasped as she purposely began to rub over it, her three fingers tight together and almost working as one. She enjoyed the ridges her digits created, the pressure intense then lessening for a nanosecond as the space between her fingers relieved the pressure before it built again.

She began to imagine if she had not tiptoed back out of the kitchen so soon, she knew she would have seen her mom give oral to Uncle Drey; she would have seen his cock, probably in its full glory. She could imagine its length and thickness in her mind; she guessed he was bigger than Poppy's dad. 'Why else would Mom cheat?' she reasoned.

She began to moan herself now; her fingers moved faster as her thoughts became more obscene, dwelling on the image of her mother's lips wrapped around her uncle's throbbing cock.

She imagined the sounds her mother would make, the saliva dripping down her chin as she took him deep. Poppy's hand was a blur between her legs now, her hips raised and moving in time with her fingers as her heels pushed into the soft mattress below her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

She kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh of her plump breast beneath her thin vest, her nipple hard and straining against the material; she could feel its aroused state under the cotton.

She could feel the tension coiling inside her stomach; she moaned again, louder than expected, her mind automatically comparing her moan to her mother's.

Poppy tossed her head back, her long red hair splayed out on the pillow.

Her fingers kept moving, rubbing her clit, now with more pressure, the moans coming more frequently as she imagined her uncle Drey's cock.

Poppy felt her knees begin to twitch; it moved through the rest of her body. She began shuddering as she moaned. She released her tit, pulling her vest up, her breast falling upon release. She pushed the met aerial of her vest into her mouth, her teeth biting down to stifle her moans.

Her thoughts were fully on the image of her Uncle Drey's cock, like he had it out and hard right in front of her; she was imagining the girth of it, picturing it veiny and thick, throbbing and ready.

She could feel the pressure building inside her, her clit now aching for more; she imagined her uncle sliding it towards her mouth.

She imagined the taste of his precum, salty and slightly bitter; she thought about the sound he would make as she groaned around his girth; she imagined it coming closer, then suddenly the image of her mum's saliva coating it as it came closer, her lips parting as she waited and watched it approach, the spit glistening.

Then her orgasm ripped through her; she bit down on the vest harder, thankful for it. Her toes curled, her knees banged together, her hips thrust up hard as she came, her hand between her legs still moving against her clit until she could not take it anymore; the surprise at the intensity of the orgasm stunned her, and she found herself giggling.

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Poppy got dressed for college; she had a text from Clark saying he would see her today in class and that he was looking forward to Saturday. She responded a little distractedly that she too was looking forward to it.

Poppy began to wonder if her mother had actually had her uncle's cock in her mouth before she had announced she was home yesterday.

The idea of her mother's lips on his cock, working him hard, turned her on.

She decided not to rub another one out; to make her second of the morning and third since the night before, she headed downstairs.

Dad was reading his paper in the kitchen; Mom was pouring coffee.

"Morning," she said chirpily.

"Morning, angel," he said.

Poppy marched over to her mom, almost on autopilot; she didn't think she could stop herself. "I need to go; I'm in a rush," she said, and then she hugged her mom and kissed her on the lips.

She yearned for the moment to last longer, to savour the fleeting sensation of pressing her lips to the lips that had been wrapped around Uncle Drey's cock. Yet, she resisted, her eyes widening in surprise as she met her mother's gaze, who looked confused.

"See ya." Poppy hurried out, but on her way to college, she kept thinking about placing her lips on her mother's, about her mother's lips on his cock....

Even during class she found her fingers tracing her lips, distracted and thinking about the chain reaction of her lips to Drey's cock.