With that, the camera shut off. We can only surmise that John and his wife took their tot out of the tub and dried her off. Then John dried himself off and they moved into a comfortable living room. When the camera comes back on, we see Jessie and her mother, sitting on a green sofa.
First, Jessie's mother is a slim 30 something blond. Her breasts are smallish and soft looking. They have lost the firmness of a teenager, they sag slightly from having fed Jessie for her first year. Jessie is sitting on her lap, her legs straddled across one of her mother's thighs. They are both looking at the camera.
"Here honey, lay back and show daddy your pe-pe," the woman says as she pushes the child forward down her thigh. The little girls slouches down, her legs naturally moving apart. Her thick, hairless lips are pulled slightly apart, a thin line of pink flesh peeking out. The camera zooms in.
The mother slides her hand down over her three- year-old's snatch, her nails have a French manicure, flesh colored with white tips-they are beautifully maintained. Her pointer and middle finger part the child's sex, reveling her baby-pea sized clit, below it, the thin pink folds of her inner lips. These pull apart, opening the redder passageway and there is just a glimpse of her translucent half-moon maidenhead.
"Oh, that's beautiful, honey," we hear John say, is voice loud.
Jessie giggles and moves her legs, disturbing the view.
"Do you know what's down there?" the mother asks.
The zoom pulls back as the little girl giggles and pushes her mother's hand away, squirming around and looking up at her mom.
"That's my pe-pe!" she giggles, pushing her hands into her crotch.
"Well, here," the mother says. "There's a lot more than that."
The zoom pulls all the way back and we see the woman lift the child up and stand her, facing her mom, between her knees.
John moves the camera forward and up, over the girls. For an instance there is a flash of his hard cock, swaying back and forth, as he catches himself.
"Kneel down, honey," the woman says as she slides down and spreads her legs.
Her blond snatch is neatly trimmed to give a good view of the shapes underneath. The large lips pull apart. John zooms in on his wife's pussy.
She spreads her lips apart, showing her daughter her sex. "You see, honey, this is my clit. It feels really good when you rub it." She runs one of her fingers around her stiff nub. Her pussy is shiny with her wetness. Then she moves her finger down, separating her inner cunt lips. "And here is my vagina," she says as she pushes her fingertip inside herself. "Daddy loves to put his pe-pe up inside it. We both really like that!"
"I want to fuck you right now," John says. Jessie looks up at her daddy, then looks at were his cock must be, a sort of incredulous expression on her face.
"You have a little clitty too, honey," the mother says. "Do you ever rub it?"
"Nooooo," the girl giggles, again looking embarrassed.
"Would you rub my clitty?" her mother asks.
Tentatively, the child reaches out and puts her fingertip on her mother's clitoris.
"Move it in a circle, honey."
The child slowly moves her finger around the reddish bump. "Hoooh," the mother says breathlessly, "That's wonderful, dear."
The camera jostles as John moves around, again we see his enraged cock sticking out above his wife and daughter. His hand is moving up and down the shaft. The little girl keeps masturbating her mother as she starts to gently hump to meet the child's movements.
The camera moves around jerkily, then John offers his cock to his wife. As the three-year-old fingers her pussy, she takes John's cock into her mouth, sucking it deep. He humps into her face as the picture catches both parts of the action. Jessie stops rubbing her mother as she watches her father slide into her mother's mouth. Her mother's hand on hers reminds the little girl to keep circling the woman's clit.
"I want you to fuck me." She looks at her husband after pulling his cock out of her mouth.
The picture goes blank, then returns. Now the girl's positions are reversed. Jessie is sitting on the sofa and her mother is kneeling, going down on the child. The shot zooms in as the woman's tongue moves up and down the child's slit, circling the tiny clit, then moving down to part the inner pussy lips and push, just the tip, into the little girl's vagina. The child's breath is coming in short gasps as she humps into her mother's face, her feet on the older woman's shoulders.
"Oh...., Mommy.....eh....eh...." The child shudders as she is overcome, her first orgasm passing over her tiny frame. She relaxes back onto the sofa, letting her feet drop.
Again the camera jumps around, then steadies.
"Sit down next to her, Joan," John says. "Take the camera, it's my turn now." The picture goes blank.
Next, Joan is holding the camera, sitting next to her tiny daughter as her husband sucks on the child's pussy. Her entire mons is covered by his mouth. She is hanging her ass off the edge of the green sofa, her legs around her fathers head. She is humping and gasping. She looks up at the camera, then down at her father. She pushes his forehead away, breaking the suction and the view zooms in as the tip of his tongue moves up and down her slit. She humps and groans.
"I got'a cum," John says as he lifts the child off his shoulders, then lifts her setting her up slightly on the couch. He straightens up and presses his cock against the child's snatch.
"Don't try to fuck her!"
"Don't worry, Joan, I'm just doing some frontage."
Jessie pushes her self up on her elbows, pulling her knees up, her ankles on her father's sides, so she can see what he's doing. She watches as her father's cock, as big around as her little arms, slides along between her parted lips. She looks up and the camera, then her eyes loose focus and she closes them, clearly about to be overwhelmed by another orgasm.
As he watches his little girl being rocked by her fourth orgasm, John's cock surges.
"I'm going to cum against her pussy," he says.
The view sifts so we have a better view of the man's rod against the tot's slash. He is pushing down on the top of his cock, increasing the pressure against the child's clit.
"Oh, God," he groans. He pulls back, the child's pussy is fully spread open, the large outer lips just ridges, her tiny red clit standing out above the inner lips, these too spread showing the soft pink flesh of the entrance to her tiny vagina. John puts the tip of his cock against this opened flower, his pee-hole inside the lips. He strokes his cock, pushing a little, nestling the end of his cock at the opening of his three year old daughter's womb.
As he builds, stroking himself, he pushes against her. Then, beyond help, John grunts as his first surge of semen is pumped into his little girl. She overflows as another wad is shot into her tottler sex, white jez oozing around.
He pulls back and finishes jerking off on his baby daughter, spraying more strings of his slime across her belly and chest, some drops landing on her face and in her hair. He sinks back onto his heels, spent. "Oh, fuck," he pants.
The camera shakes, spinning around, flashes of the floor, a leg, a lamp.
"Here, take this." It's Joan's voice, hoarse, panting. The picture steadies as Joan kneels below her daughter's cum covered body. Without a second's hesitation, the blonde woman leans down and starts licking her husband's sperm out of the folds and crevices of the little girl.
"Mommy, you're silly," the little girl giggles as she pushes her mother away.
Joan just lifts up, sperm smeared around her mouth, then kisses her child full on the mouth. With her tongue, she opens the little one's lips and pushes her daddy's jez into the child's mouth.
"MMMmmm, I just love your Daddy's milk, don't you?" she says to the little one.
Jessie giggles again, a string of sperm stretching between her lips. Her mother leans down and starts licking sperm off her chest. Then she looks at the camera and swallows. The little one looks at the camera, not quite knowing what to do.
"Damn, that was awesome," John says.
"Well, go get a towel and let's clean her up." Joan says.
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