We froze.
James was still buried inside me, c**k twitching as the last of his load leaked out around him.
Daddy’s c*m was still on my tongue and chin. The open shirt hung off one shoulder. The couch was a mess of us.
Mom’s footsteps came closer down the hall.
“Anyone home? Dinah! Honey! ” she called again, voice tired.
Daddy moved first. He yanked his pants up, tucking his still-hard c**k away like nothing had happened.
James pulled out of me fast, the wet sound loud in the sudden silence, and scrambled for his jeans. I yanked the shirt closed, fingers shaking, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The taste of Daddy was still thick on my tongue.
James threw a blanket over the wet spot on the couch just as Mom stepped into the living room.
She looked exhausted and was stil
