The Family Blanket

In the dim glow of the nightlight, Jessica stares at the bedroom door standing wide open as she slips on a pair of panties from the crumpled pile of their discarded clothes on the floor. There is no way their cries of passion didn't carry down the hall. Mom and Dad Sanders definitely heard her beg their daughter to fuck her pussy. She can feel herself blushing as she makes her way down the dark hallway to the bathroom. But given the secrets that Sarah has revealed about her family, their daughter's cries of ecstasy were no doubt familiar to them. Maybe adding her own to the mix made her part of that family secret now.

Coming back, she catches faint murmurs and a dim light at the end of the hall. Curiosity pulls her forward as she pads toward the sound, her bare feet making only a whisper on the soft carpet. She can hear Mr. and Mrs. Sanders more clearly, their tone low and intimate. She peeks around the corner, and in the dimness she can make out the vague form of the couple standing next to their big four-poster bed. Mr. Sanders is completely naked in front of his wife, who is kneeling in front of him, her hand slowly stroking his cock while looking up at him.

Jessica is close enough now to hear Mrs. Sanders coo in a soft voice. "Did you like seeing my firm little breasts and hard nipples, Mr. Sanders?"

He groans softly and wraps his fingers in her hair. Jessica watches his strong masculine form begin to tremble as his wife continues.

"Did I make this cock big and hard for me? Standing there in the living room teasing you with just my shirt and panties. Did I make you think dirty thoughts about my pussy?"

Mr. Sanders' guttural reply rumbles in her ears. "Ohhh, yeees Jessica. I got so hard imagining you pulling up your tiny little shirt and letting me see your beautiful body. You and Sarah standing there together was almost more than I could take."

An electric thrill runs through Jessica as hears her name in their role play. They are fantasizing about her body. She had dressed to get his attention, but it was now a concrete reality being played out in front of her.

The strokes are getting faster and longer up and down the length of his impressive shaft as his breath becomes heavier and his body more tense. Mrs. Sanders knows the signs well and brings herself closer to the head of the cock bobbing in her hand. She swipes the gathering pre-cum down the shaft, and the slick sound of it fills the room.

"I look so much like Sarah, don't I? We were like twins standing there together. What else could be the same? Will I respond to your touch in the same way? Will I grip you inside me like Sarah does? Will I call you Daddy when I come on this big, thick cock like she does?"

One of Jessica's hands props her against the door frame; the other has found its way down her panties as she watches the way Mrs. Sanders is prepping her husband to come. She is soaking wet thinking about calling him Daddy one day while he holds her down and pounds his cock into her.

"Did you hear me fucking your daughter, Mr. Sanders? Her pussy was so amazing I just had to see the cock that made her. The big, Daddy cock that could split me open so easily. Thank you for letting me touch it."

Mrs. Sanders' hand is now coated with his pre-cum and pumping hard. "I worked her pussy good, didn't I? I took good care of your sweet daughter."

Both Jessica and Mr. Sanders are bucking their hips as their orgasms approach. Mr. Sanders has a firm grasp on one bedpost as Jessica grips the door frame harder. His voice now dominates as he gives expression to his primal lust for her luscious young body.

"God, Jess, you certainly did. You were licking my daughter's sweet pussy, and she was playing with your wet fol... Oh God, Jess! I... Fuck! I want to see you... fuck my daughter while I... slide my big cock in..." His body stiffens with a guttural cry as his cock twitches in his wife's hand, each pulse coats her face with hot cum. His grunts are incoherent as his cock works over and over to empty itself.

Jessica's fingers are working her clit when he comes, and his words push her over the edge. He is coating his wife's face with her name on his lips, and Mrs. Sanders wants it. She wants him thinking about entering her wet and waiting pussy while he comes on her face. She tries to come quietly. Her legs are shaking, and she grips the door jamb as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her frame. A small, trembling whimper escapes her lips, but Mr. Sanders' declarations of what he wants to do to her body cover her own whispered pleasure. She listens for any sign that they heard her, but all she hears is "Good boy, David. You came so hard for her. Now it's my turn."

The sounds of passionate kissing and the creaking of the bed are the only sounds left in the room.

Jessica heads back down the hall. She is reeling from the rush of endorphins and the realization that she made a grown man come from thinking about her. It's a heady rush of power, and she can't stop wondering about his cock. Between the dimness of the night and Mrs. Sanders's hand, she never got a good look at it, but she sorely wants to explore every inch of it intimately.

After that raw display of sexual drive, Sarah is all soft cuddles and comforting warmth as Jessica slides back into bed beside her sleepy form. Sarah stirs briefly, pulls her closer and throws a possessive leg over her hip. Once she has Jessica close, she gives a contented sigh and drifts back into slumber. Jessica is still buzzing from her orgasm but soon succumbs to the warmth and the comfort of her friend's body and drifts off to sleep.

She is awakened hours later with soft kisses on her cheek and lips. The morning light filters through the lace of the peach curtains, making the room glow soft and warm. Sarah lies close next to her as Jessica pulls her focus to just a few inches away.

"Good morning." Sarah says softly. "I hope my breath isn't atrocious." She brushes Jessica's hair back from its sleepy tangle as she looks into her eyes. "You were fantastic last night. I might just fall in love with that tongue of yours." She drags a finger over Jessica's plump lower lip, pulling it down before letting it spring back with a delicate pop.

Jessica takes a second to bask in the attention, then speaks with a creaky morning voice. "You... you were too."

Sarah laughs at how groggy Jessica sounds.

"Such a sleepyhead. Did I wear you out last night? I have been known to do that. Well, l'll let you finish waking up. I have to go pee." She pulls the blanket back, letting in a draft of cool air. Jessica makes a grumpy noise, still pulling herself out of sleep.

"Sorry," Sarah says as she looks through the pile of their discarded clothes on the floor. "Where are my tiger panties?" She searches for a few more seconds and then shrugs.

"Oh well, who cares?" She heads out the door and down the hall with nothing on.

By the time she is back, Jessica is once again in the land of the cognizant. She is sitting up in bed with her back against the wall and the worn blanket around her waist.

"There you are. Good morning again, beautiful." Sarah says as she glances around the floor once more. The sunlight plays over the lithe curves of her body, making her skin glow in a way that demands Jessica's attention.

"You're the beautiful one." Jessica returns, her voice somewhat less groggy.

Sarah smiles and glances at her sideways and shy, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips.

Jessica yawns and stretches, pulling Sarah's eyes to the way the light plays on her own soft curves. "Your parents are enthusiastic. I heard them going at it last night, and I know they heard us. Both of our doors were open."

"They do seem extra horny. Well, I guess we all are. This whole family arrangement is new to us. James turned 18 last year; before that, it was just me. That was only three years ago, so it's all still fresh and new to us. Plus, I've been away at college most of that time. Daddy gets to missing his little girl, Mommy too. They weren't too happy when I told them I wanted to spend the first night with you. But now that you are here, I think they've changed their minds."

"No doubt about that." Jessica says, thinking about the role play she witnessed.

"Mommy's glad we're here because she has been alone for months with two horny cocks in the house and no horny pussies. So I know she is as primed and ready as Daddy is."

Jessica feels her body reacting to Sarah's intimate description of her parent's sexuality, and she follows her aroused curiosity. "So what was it like, the first time with the blanket? Did you know about it beforehand?"

"Mommy is the one who introduced me to the blanket. It was after I turned 18. I didn't know anything about it before that, but it wasn't as big a shock as you might think. Mom and Dad never had a problem showing intimate affection to each other in front of us, and they made sure we were never ashamed of our bodies. Closed doors are not a thing in this house, except for the bathroom, of course. We're not nudists or anything, but we're not prudes either. They taught us all about sex growing up, and they set a good example of how to ask permission and how to give consent. On top of that, we have always been a very tactile family. We'll bundle together on the couch together to watch a movie and just make a family knot of arms and legs and the rest of us."

She slips on a new pair of panties and tight shorts followed by a tighter t-shirt that exposes plenty of her toned stomach.

"That was the extent of it until I was old enough to know about the blanket. Daddy took James fishing for the weekend, and Mom brought it out of the cedar chest and put it in the couch." Sarah sits down on the bed and gets a faraway look in her eyes. "Mommy said that it was a special night for just the girls. We made popcorn and snuggled under the old blanket. We watched some sappy romance movie set in the Wild West. I can't remember what it was, but it got us talking about our family history. She told me the story about my great-great grandmother and how she kept her family together through hard times by making special rules for them when they were in bed under the blankets."

"Wow," Jessica says, looking at the blanket around her waist with new respect. "Is this blanket that old?"

"That's the same blanket great-great grandma Darla made before they traveled out west. It's been patched many times as you can see, and it has obviously needed to be washed a lot. But we always wash it by hand to make it last."

"So way back then she's the one who made the rules about the family touching and fucking, but only under the blanket. That's wild. So was your mom excited about telling you?"

"She was very sweet and cautious, but once I understood I was more excited than she was. I was like, 'Does that mean I get to touch you anywhere I want, like Daddy does?' I was a bit overeager for sure, but she slowed me down. We kissed for the longest time until she showed me what to do, like I showed you last night."

The thought of Sarah's tongue parting the tender folds of her mother made Jessica's pussy start to ache a bit more, and she has to get up and move around. She throws the blanket aside and gets out of the bed to get dressed. She hears Sarah laugh softly and turns around. "What?"

"So that's where my panties went."

Jessica looks down to see the same thin material stretched over her mound that was soaked with Sarah's wetness just a few hours ago.

"I'm sorry. I must have pulled them on in the dark last night."

"No, they look good on you. Plus, I kind of like the idea of you wearing them all day, like you're my girlfriend or something."

Sarah bounces out of the bed as Jessica turns away, blushing, and fumbles for another t-shirt. "I smell bacon, that means Dad's making breakfast, and that means paaanckaaakes! Come on!"

They rush down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mr. Sanders is standing at the stove in just a pair of sweatpants, flipping pancakes. Mrs. Sanders, in a loosely tied, cobalt blue silk robe, caries a plate of bacon in one hand and a jar of syrup in the other. "Hey girls," she says softly, "have fun last night?"

"Yes, Mommy. We had a great time."

"I could tell. Come sit. You two must be starving." She gestures to a small breakfast nook with a round table and a semicircular bench to match. Both girls slide around to the middle as Mrs. Sanders places her items on the table and slides in next to Jessica. It's not a large table, and there is barely room left for Mr. Sanders on the other side of the bench.

"I don't know what we are going to do when Jason gets home, but I'm sure we'll figure something out." She is brushing up against Jessica, and she can feel the smooth silk of her robe against her bare leg. No sooner is she down than she levers herself back up to reach for the plate of bacon. As leans, her robe gapes open in the front.

"Bacon?" She hands Jessica the plate, who tries to avert her eyes from how much of Mrs. Sanders' breast is exposed, but she ends up looking anyway. She wonders if Mrs. Sanders' areolar are the same shape and color as Sarah's as she places three strips of bacon on her plate.

Sarah takes the plate and snatches five pieces. "Where was my big brother off to this time?"

Mr. Sanders' scoffing laugh comes from the kitchen as he flips the stove off and picks up a platter stacked high with pancakes. "He went on a kayaking camping trip on that trickle of water they call a river in this town, him and some college buddies."

He approaches with the pancakes and stands over them bare-chested and smiling. Jessica can't help but picture him naked like he was last night, his cock jutting out over the table, proud and hard for her to lust after. She swallows hard and doesn't follow the rest of his sentence as he sits down next to Sarah.

He leans over and places a quick kiss on Sarah's cheek, which earns a small giggle. He looks over at Jessica and winks as if knowing what she was thinking. "Wait till you meet our strapping young Jason, Jessica. He is a bundle of energy, much to the great delight and exasperation of his mother." He grins over at his wife, who looks bashful all of a sudden, blushing across her chest and up to her cheeks. "You're going to love him, Jessica." He waves his butter knife in her general direction. "I guarantee it."

Sarah stands up a bit to grab some pancakes and comes back down right next to her father, pushing close up against him. "Jason is on the wrestling team too. He's athletic like Daddy, and he is popular with all the girls. He's got a whole gym downstairs, and he will insist on giving you a tour."

As she talks, Sarah is having difficulty slicing through her stack of syrup-drenched pancakes with just one hand.

"Here, let me help you, sweetheart." Mr. Sanders shifts even closer to his daughter and cuts her pancakes with his fork and knife.

"Thank you, Daddy." She says in a dreamy voice.

"So, what are your plans for the day?" Mrs. Sanders says as she cuts her own sticky, sweet stack, the motion wides the gap in her robe and sets her breast jiggling. Jessica can now clearly see her right nipple standing out from the gentle curves under her robe. She looks up to see Mrs. Sanders looking at her for an answer. Jessica is unsure what to say and looks across the table at Sarah, but she is giggling and scrunching her nose up at her dad as he feeds her bites of pancake, getting syrup on her chin and nose.

She turns her attention back to Mrs. Sanders. "Sarah and I were talking about going shopping for clothes since I didn't pack that..." She stops as a large dollop of syrup drips from Mrs. Sanders' bite and lands between her breasts. It leaves a tantalizing trail along her soft, exposed skin. Jessica's eyes follow it, and she has a sudden urge to lean down and lick her clean.

"Oh, I hate when that happens." Mrs. Sanders runs her finger up the side of her soft cleavage, pushing the edge of her robe away and fully exposing her nipple to Jessica. She can see the puckered, light brown nub rising out of her half-dollar sized areola.

"Did I get it all?" She asks as her robe slips off her shoulder completely. She pulls her shoulders back to give Jessica a better view. Her breasts are slightly bigger than her daughter's and not as perky, but every bit as alluring and delicate.

Jessica's mouth is watering and her pussy aching at the thought of taking the offered nipple into her mouth. She is about to take the plunge when she is interrupted by a little shriek of delight from Sarah, whose full attention is on her father.

"Stop, Daddy, that's mean." Mr. Sanders' pancakes are untouched, and Sarah has a thick ribbon of syrup running down her chin and soaking into her t-shirt. Her eyes are shining bright with girlish delight; her nipples are rock hard beneath her shirt as she leans expectantly into her dad. Mr. Sanders let her have the last bite while managing to get her even more syrupy.

Both Jessica and Mrs. Sanders are watching the scene in front of them. "What?" Father and daughter say in unison as they stop what they are doing, all except Sarah's arm, which continues to move slowly under the table.

"Shopping," Jessica says, trying to get through the Daddy trance Sarah is in. "We had talked about going shopping."

"Oh... right... umm."

Mr. Sanders shifts his position, forcing Sarah to stop what she is doing, and clears his throat. "Well, something has come up and... I need Sarah to help me with it."

"Yeah, sorry." Sarah says. "It's important."

"Oh, please." Mrs. Sanders interjects, pulling her robe back on. "There's no need to be delicate. You want to go fuck each other's brains out; that's obvious, and I think you both deserve it. Jessica, I'll take you shopping and we can let these two have the whole day to get it out of their system."

"Thank you Mommy." Sarah says as she stops being subtle about stroking her father's cock under the table. "I've been missing Daddy time so much."

Mr. Sanders pulls his daughter closer and begins removing the syrup from her with his tongue. Jessica wants to stay and watch, but Mrs. Sanders pulls her away.

"Come on, give them some privacy. We can go have our own kind of fun at the mall."

Jessica gets dressed and meets Mrs. Sanders downstairs. As they head through the kitchen to the garage, they pass Mr. Sanders carrying Sarah up the stairs to her bedroom. Her shirt is crumpled on the kitchen floor, and she is covered from tits to forehead in thick ropes of her daddy's cum.

"You two know the rules," Mrs. Sanders chides. "Use the blanket for stuff like that."

"Sorry, Mommy, Daddy couldn't stop once I took my shirt off for him."

"Sorry, not sorry," Mr. Sanders calls behind him as he bounds up the stairs with Sarah squealing in delight.

"Let's leave them to it. He has been looking forward to her sweet pussy for weeks."

As they make their way to the SUV, Jessica notices how normal Mrs. Sanders' clothing is. No flowing bohemian robes, or skin-tight jeans, or tube tops, just a sensible skirt with a mom bra, and a mom blouse. Besides her above-average looks, she could blend in anywhere she went. Jessica kept it simple by just adding shorts, a bra, and flip-flops. To any passersby, they were just an average mother and daughter out for a day of shopping.

As the car leaves the driveway, Jessica turns to Mrs. Sanders. "Thank you for driving Mrs. Sanders and for taking me shopping; you didn't have to do that."

"You're welcome, sweetheart, and you can call me Mary if you want, or Mrs. S, or even Mom if you want to. Whatever feels comfortable for you."

"Okay... Mary, thank you again."

"Don't mention it. I wanted to spend some time with you so we could get to know each other better. We'll go to Broadway Mall first, and then across the street to Broadway Commons. Between the two we should be able to find some cute things for you. Are you into cute? You seem like you would be, or am I getting that all wrong?"