Rosalind Part Five

“It’s OK, honey,” said mom as she placed her hand on mine, “this isn’t your fault.” She sighed. “I knew this would happen.” She gazed critically at dad. “Your father’s been saying how much he’s been looking forward to seeing you now that you’ve the body of a grown woman. It’s been a little bit of a shock to see you go suddenly from being a little child to an adult. Apparently, having such a beautiful girl in the house, even if she is one’s daughter, is a bit too much for either of us to handle without reverting to our base instincts.”

Her voice was dripping with scorn. I was afraid to raise my head, afraid of the hurtful effect her words must be having on dad.

“Base instincts?” I heard his voice now match the sarcasm in hers. “Since when have yours stopped you doing anything? Oh sure, you’re so in control of yourself, so much the lady, so concerned with social propriety, with being seen to do the ‘right thing’. Ha! All night you behaved like an animal. Not that I’m complaining. I love it. I feel like I’m being eaten alive, but I love it. But don’t you dare criticize me. I know where you put that last picture of our daughter and what you do with it, you bitch!”

“And I know where the stains on it came from, you bastard!” mom yelled, slamming the table and hurting my ears.

“Stop it!” I screamed with my hands raised to my ears.

After a minute I gingerly removed them to hear a deathly silence after which I drew a ragged breath. I slowly stood and finally managed to raise my eyes to both of them. They both stared daggers at each other across the breakfast table.

“That you’re arguing over me is more than I can take,” I said weakly. “I never wanted what has happened to me this morning, but I want you to know, both of you, that I have never felt more loved today than I have ever felt in my life. I want to give you both back so much of the love you have shown me. I want to love you with all of my body, not just my heart. I want to give myself entirely to both of you.”

“But sex isn’t love, sweetheart,” said mom.

“It’s a way to show love,” I said. “You have both made it so clear to me today that you really love me and you used sex to do that.” I stepped away from the table. “But if this situation has made either of you in the least bit unhappy then maybe it was wrong. I shall go back to the school and when I return we shall carry on as if none of this has happened.” I took a deep breath. “I just want to say that I love you so, so much,” my voice was breaking now, “and that I never meant to hurt either of you.”

I was crying as I ran from the room. They both attempted to stop me but I threw their arms off me, ran down the passageway and out of the front door. I had grabbed my jacket in the hall as I ran out and I reached into a pocket for a tissue. I raised my eyes to the sky where rain clouds were just now being pulled and torn apart to reveal gorgeous blue. I wanted to cry more, but it seemed my body was worn out by one tide of emotion after another.

Our neighbor, an elderly lady across the street, happened to be entering her house at that moment, probably returning from church. She waved and told me I looked very pale. I assured her I was OK and I began walking, just to give the impression that all was normal. I wandered into the city center and eventually found myself in a cafe gazing out of the window. I texted my friend and was interrupted twice in the process, first by mom trying to call me, then by dad. I rejected both their calls and told my friend that things were a bit ‘weird’ at home. I thought about her, how she was always trying to winkle me out of my shell. If she could only see me now. I thought of how, late at night, she’d practice dancing like a lap dancer, just for me. We’d both laugh and talk about boys. We never saw any though.

I passed some time gazing, watching men passing the windows, my eyes lingering especially on the slightly older ones. Then I caught sight of a woman in a mini dress, all dolled up and looking quite predatory, and as the sun finally came out for the first time that day a thought suddenly struck me. I smiled and pursued the thought for a pleasurable half hour, enjoying the fantasy. Then my heartbeat quickened as I realized it didn’t need to stay a fantasy. I paid my bill and rushed off to the shopping center.

It was 2pm when I returned home. From the moment I was within sight of the house I was scanning the road and sidewalks. There was no sign of her nor of an unfamiliar car. With my cheeks slightly flushed I trotted up the steps to the door and rang the bell. My mouth suddenly felt dry. I wondered if I was really doing the right thing. I saw movement through the window and realized there was no turning back now. Whichever way this turned out, my life had reached a turning point. They had put me on this course and now I had to show them I was committed.

The door was opened by dad with mom pressing close behind him. “Rosalind!” they both cried and cast glances between me and the street behind me. Then their jaws dropped.

They looked me up and down and there was a stunned silence. Dad wolf whistled and mom slapped him in the face, but when she turned back to me her face had softened slightly.

“Wow,” she breathed and they let me squeeze between them.

Holding my head erect, determined to go through with this as I had planned while in the cafe, I strutted down the passageway to the living room, twisted my ankle slightly, dumped my shopping bags on the couch and briefly glanced at the unfamiliar babe in the mirror by the door. It was Rosalind with her flaming red big hair, her face made up beautifully and wearing nothing but a deep red velvet mini dress that was no bigger than a baby doll negligee and a pair of the highest black heels I had been able find. I felt completely ready as I placed my hands on my hips and threw my head back while mom and dad entered the room.

“How about that threesome, sweethearts?” I drawled.

They both laughed in astonishment and sat down, my dad in an armchair by the window and mom on the opposite side of the room on the couch by the TV. I could tell by their faces and the broken vase by the fire that they had been rowing since I left. To dispel the silence I went to the music center and played ‘What You Need’ by The Weekend. I thought of my friend and those times in our room that she would make me giggle nervously and tease me so mercilessly. I raised my arms, began wiggling my hips and slowly bent my legs until I was gyrating my bottom against my heels. Then I rose, turned and stepped into the middle of the floor, keeping my eyes off them both for the moment, enjoying a feeling of unbridled freedom. I twisted and snaked my body while caressing my breasts and hips, then passing my hands between my legs, teasing myself as much as my audience. I had never felt so sexually free and comfortable with my body. I knew I had always been a little plain and innocent looking but I knew now that to feel sexy was to be sexy.

I slowly paced towards mom and made eye contact. In her blue and white striped t shirt and white jeans she was now the one to look innocent. She was gazing up at me with her mouth open. I placed my left foot on the arm of the couch and gyrated my hips a few inches from her face. I pulled my pink panties aside and my pussy greeted the air and my mom’s eyes by moistening slightly. I could tell I had her hypnotized and I grinned as I spun around and walked like a cat to where dad was sitting. I turned, bent over to show him my bottom and pulled down my panties. With my dress pulled up slightly I sat back and ground myself into his groin, feeling him harden through his shorts. I leaned back, turned my face to him, but didn’t allow him to kiss me. I sprang back up, faced him and bent to give him a good view of my dainty cleavage while wiggling my body seductively in time to the music. Daddy was the perfect gentleman and never even raised a hand, but then I felt my hand being grabbed from behind and I turned to see mom standing there.

I thought she looked angry but when she threw her hands up to my face it was to cup my cheeks and place her lips on mine. Only thrown off my confident stride for a moment, I then allowed her to kiss me passionately while I cupped and fondled her breasts. Then, with her arms raised, it was easy to pull her shirt over her head. I kissed her neck and chest, pulled her bra down and sucked on her hardening nipples. No doubt I had done this many times eighteen years or so before and it did seem a little strange, but mom’s groans of pleasure soon dispelled that feeling. I knelt and pulled down her jeans easily as she hadn’t worn a belt. I quickly pulled her panties aside and began what I had wanted to do earlier, tonguing the lips of my mommy’s pussy. She hissed, opened her legs a little wider while I bent her backwards slightly to gain better access. Again the odd though struck me that my tongue was now entering the place I had exited eighteen years earlier but then her little yelp of joy assured me that I was being a good daughter and that what I was doing was merely making mom happy.

Meanwhile dad had been masturbating himself in the chair but now he stood and embraced mom from behind. A happy idea occurred to me. While finger fucking mom I unzipped dad, freed his engorged cock and began tonguing him also. The tip of my tongue found the eye, teased it and tasted the pre-cum. This was the cock from which the sperm that had fertilized mom had shot. As I pleasured both of my parents simultaneously it all seemed so right, but the thing that made me especially happy was the sound of them kissing above me. I loved the sounds of their heavy breathing and the lapping of their tongues.