Daddy shouldn't know how you taste

Book four : Threesome (caught in the act)

Who would have thought after having a bad s*x with her four inched d**k boyfriend Maria would walk into her stepdad and her mother f*****g shamelessly by the pool?

Maria stood frozen at the edge of the luxurious infinity pool, her sundress still damp from the quick shower she had taken after that pathetic f**k with her boyfriend.

His tiny four-inch prick had left her frustrated and dry as usual, two minutes of clumsy thrusting before he came and rolled off.

She had come home early hoping to vent to her mom, but instead she got this.

“f**k yes, Taylor! Ride that c**k, you dirty slut!” Ramon growled loudly, his deep sailor’s voice echoing across the pool deck.

Her mother Taylor, elegant, 45-year-old Taylor who always acted so proper, was completely naked, bouncing wildly on Ramon’s lap like a w***e in heat.

She faced away from Maria, her big t**s jiggling with every slam downward, ass rippling as she impaled herself on her husband’s d**k.

Ramon sat on the wide lounge chair, hands gripping Taylor’s hips, guiding her roughly up and down his shaft.

The wet, obscene sounds of her mother’s soaked p***y slurping around his c**k filled the air.

“Oh god, Ramon! Your big d**k feels so much better than anything else!” Taylor moaned shamelessly, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Maria’s face burned with shock and rage. “What the actual f**k?!” she shouted, stepping forward.

“Mom?! Are you serious right now? In the middle of the f*****g day, by the pool where anyone could see?!”

Taylor’s eyes snapped open. She tried to stop moving but only managed a slow grind, still impaled deep.

“Maria! Baby, oh s**t, I didn’t know you’d be home so early. Let me explain …”

“Explain what?!” Maria cut her off, voice shaking with anger. “That you’re out here acting like a c**k-hungry w***e with him? I just had the worst s*x of my life with my boyfriend’s pathetic little d**k and I come home to this? You’re my mother!”

She didn't know why she was frustrated but she hated the fact that she was keeping up with that tiny d**k man she called her boyfriend.

Ramon chuckled darkly, not even bothering to pull Taylor off his c**k.

Instead, he thrust up lazily into her, making Taylor gasp and bite her lip. His eyes, sharp, experienced, the eyes of a man who had sailed every ocean and taken what he wanted, locked onto Maria with sudden interest.

Taylor tried again, still slowly riding him as if she couldn’t help herself. “Sweetheart, Ramon and I… we have needs. Your father was never like this. Ramon knows how to f**k a woman properly. I’m sorry you saw us like this, but …”

“Properly?” Maria spat, but her eyes betrayed her. They drifted downward, past her mother’s bouncing t**s, to where Taylor’s p***y was stretched obscenely around Ramon’s thick shaft.

He shifted slightly, and as Taylor lifted up, Maria finally saw it fully.

Holy f**k.

Ramon’s c**k was massive, easily nine thick inches, veined, rock-hard, and glistening with her mother’s creamy juices.

It was more than twice the size of her boyfriend’s sad little four-incher.

The fat head alone looked bigger than her ex’s entire d**k. Maria’s mouth went dry. A rush of unwanted heat flooded between her legs, her neglected p***y clenching at the sight.

She hated Ramon, the arrogant sailor who had married her mom two years ago and acted like he owned the house but that c**k… that c**k was something else.

Ramon noticed. A slow, smug smirk spread across his handsome, sun-tanned face.

He gripped Taylor’s hips tighter and lifted her almost completely off his d**k, letting Maria get a long, clear look at every throbbing inch before slamming her mother back down with a wet slap.

“Like what you see, Maria?” he asked, voice low and mocking. “Your little boyfriend could never stretch a p***y like this. Look how your mom’s cunt is creaming all over me. Bet that tiny prick left you aching for something real.”

Taylor moaned loudly, clearly turned on by the humiliation, still riding him slowly. “Ramon… maybe we should stop …”

“No,” Ramon cut her off, eyes never leaving Maria. “Your daughter’s been walking around this house with that tight little body and attitude for months. I think she needs a proper f**k too. Why don’t you join us, princess? Come over here and feel what a real man’s c**k is like.”

Maria’s heart hammered in her chest. Anger, jealousy, shock, and raw arousal warred inside her.

“You’re disgusting,” she hissed, but her feet moved anyway. She stepped closer, eyes glued to that massive nine-inch monster disappearing into her mother’s dripping cunt again and again.

Taylor reached out a hand, still impaled. “Baby… if you’re curious… it’s okay. Ramon knows how to make a woman feel good.”

Maria stopped right beside them. Ramon’s smirk widened. He pulled Taylor off his c**k with a wet pop, leaving her p***y gaping and leaking.

His huge d**k stood straight up, throbbing, veins pulsing, the head shiny with Taylor’s juices.

“Come on, Maria,” he said, voice commanding. “Don’t be shy. Grab it. Feel how much thicker it is than your boyfriend’s pathetic worm.”

Maria hesitated, biting her lip hard. Her p***y was soaked now, thighs slippery.

She hated him… but god, she wanted to touch it. Slowly, reluctantly, her small hand reached out.

Her fingers wrapped around the thick, hot shaft, barely able to close fully around his girth. It was burning hot, heavy, and pulsing with power in her palm.

“f**k…” Maria whispered, eyes wide, slowly stroking him from base to tip, feeling every vein. Ramon groaned in approval, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head, guiding her closer.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. “Keep stroking Daddy’s big cock.”