James was still buried inside me, cock twitching as the last of his load leaked out around him.

Daddy’s cum 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 cock 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...