Dad was carrying a too large for him styro-cooler and mom was laden with a largesh bowl filled with her special salad.“This the lady you were tellin... us about?” said Dad.“Yes, yes it is,” I said. “Stacey Wilcox, this is Xena and Philby Carter, My parents.“Pleased to meet you both,” said Stacey, smiling broadly.The greetings and pleasantries continued for some few minutes. Cousin Mike broke that up.“Your turn at the pit,” he said, handing me the already soiled apron he’d been wearing. I frowned. Let’s do that. Fuck your Mommy’s futa-cock!”I slipped down on the couch while my daughter hopped to her feet, ripping off her pajama top and the flannel boy shorts she liked to sleep in, revealing her naked, underage body. My futa-dick throbbed as I stared at her shaved pussy, her dark flesh gleaming with excitement, a hit of taboo pink peeking out of her slit. Her breasts were round and so firm, an ebony version of Carly’s ivory tits.I gasped those, squeezing my daughter’s mounds and pulling. Oh course I had lost something, the question was how much and would it make a difference.It was easy enough to fix. I would just have to never screw anyone I had screwed before. Then the guy or gal in my bed would have nothing with which to compare. I laughed at the thought, it might mean me moving out of town. Or maybe like a serial killer, I would have to hunt somewhere else. That thought made me laugh out loud. I had never thought of myself as a sexual predator but maybe I had been all. The last wisps of morning grogginess were burnt away, and the physical stress from last night’s vigorous orgy faded away.The ability to give a phenomenal blowjob seemed to be a skill that all the women in my family shared, and both my mother and older sister had the benefit of experience on top of their natural talent. If not for the otherworldly sex genie currently sleeping a few feet away, I would never have believed anyone could do better. Even so, mom and Lauren were tied for a very close.