My new dad with me and my adorable mom

My name is Alessandra, but everyone calls me Sandrinha. I am a bull and at the end of April I turned 20 years old. I'm not beautiful or gorgeous, but everybody praises me when I pass by either coming in or going out because my breasts are well made and I wear provocative skirts and have an extremely tight butt. At 1.70 meters tall I consider myself to be high for Brazilian standards and also don't look thin even though I weigh just over 50 kilograms distributed nicely. My story begins some time ago when I was much shorter and even thinner, but with everything in place and promising a lot, as indeed I can't complain today. Despite being young, my libido was at its peak. From my colleagues, I realized that there is no one more settled than me. I discovered the syringe very early and did not leave my little sketch alone; found a way to get erotic movies for watching at home, hidden; kissed every boy from school; lost his head with the third boyfriend and then had sex with everyone. In a condom, of course. It was around this time that my father kicked my mother for his secretary's desk; beautiful blonde good-natured businesswoman. Divorced and unhappy, my mom was the epitome of misery. Rejected and repressed, my mum cried all day locked in her room. Something I had to do to get her out of that depression or else she would languish until death. Poor mama. But what could be done to alleviate that suffering, to bring her back from depression? Morning after morning, I came to the conclusion that only new love could save her. Talking to other people, my friends and even with my father when he made his routine visit... all of them unanimously agreed that only a new husband would save Mom. I started advising mom to get dressed, set up an appointment at the beauty parlor, arranged invitations for dances, finally did everything to help her. But nothing worked; on the contrary, depression increased. One day while examining my little guitar body, I had a brilliant idea: "I'm going to find me a new dad". If some well-dressed crown is interested in me, he'll definitely want to stay with mommy and hopefully eat the little girl". To realize that idea, I did everything: went on friendship websites; frequented wreath shops; visited art exhibitions and auctions of very expensive objects, hoping to find a new daddy. But nothing happened because those few who approached were scared stiff of me due to my age. They didn't really want to put together a rocket tail. One day, however, my luck changed. I was visiting a vintage car show, when one of the exhibitors started singing to me and even invited me for a ride in his displayed car - a gorgeous '60s red-and-white "chambord sinca". As I walked around the courtyard in that old car, examining my new dad: gray hair, about 40 or 50, flawless clothes and shoes, Rolex watch, gold bracelet... this is it. My breasts, already fed up, were as usual almost jumping out of the skirt. I was a spectacle. That crown couldn't take it anymore, wanting very much for me to make a small gesture so that he could come in on his own. Of course I could not open the game at all. To fulfill my plan, the new dad should feel passionate about me but only realize his fantasies after marriage with mommy. And even if I don't change my mind until then. At the exhibition, I was super kind to Marcelo, my new father, having a snack with him and pouring charm. Then, in the farewell I invited him to come to my house and bring me personally a gift that I had won at that vintage car exhibition. It was just an excuse to make sure he would go to my home. Coming home, I told my mother a story loaded with rainbow colors about how I'd met a distinguished man: divorced, handsome, educated, wonderful, rich industrialist who loved old cars, Dr Marcelo. I left her like that. Besides, it didn't take long for Mommy to get a hard-on because she was always much prettier than me. On Saturday at noon Marcelo arrived with such a gift - an antique miniature car and a handful of flowers. When he saw Mummy, he fell in love at first sight. Mother understood and did not dislike the crown. My plan had been right. Of course it NEVER crossed my mind to tell Mama that Marcello had taken interest in me there at the effects exhibition. To everyone else, it was just coincidence and that he showed up home by chance only to bring me this present... In three months Marcelo was already married to Mom. He was my new dad. At the beginning of our courtship and marriage, Marcello kept a considerable distance from me. Despite the great desire I felt when he was near him, I never dared insinuate myself. I didn't want to spoil mommy's happiness. But I always knew that Marcelo actually wanted to eat her mother and, of course, his little girl. Me and Marcelo hid for four long endless months. We avoided being alone in the living room or bedrooms because we both knew that without each other we would not be able to keep up with it anymore. Even with Mom, Marcelo couldn't take his eyes off me anymore. Especially when I was purposely comfortable at home in panties and a bra. She didn't care because he had taken my father's place. And to her, Marcello was the gentleman above all suspicion. And I was her little girl... The days went by and I avoided any confrontation with my new dad. I thought that I would regret it if I disrupted Mum's marriage which was going so well. I intercepted from my room a phone call from him to someone called Esther. It was definitely another case of Marcellus, my new dad. If mom knew about it she would freak out at once. I had to do something to keep that bastard in the house. Thinking of my mother and me too, I decided to give up on this man. If every day the bastard ate Mommy and also eats me, little Ester would be left in his hand, I thought wisely. So I set off to put a plan into execution: seduce and give Dad without letting him lose interest in Mother. Marcelo had to be satisfied with the home-cooked meals and not eat anything outside. This was a difficult task, I knew it. So that he wouldn't forget Mommy, I put on his sexy gowns, unbuttoned blouse and short shorts, and started showing off for him whenever she went out shopping. Encouraged by me, Marcello began waving at my legs as if praising them. Then he passed his hands around more boldly, realizing that my butt and breasts were "things from another world". One day, my mother was forced to stay up all night at a relative's wake and I was left alone with my new dad. I took my bath, put on a super-sex mommy doll and stood in the room watching TV with Dad. Marcelo, my father, drank whiskey every hour to distract his attention from those beautiful legs on the couch next to him. But the effect of alcohol was totally different than that predicted by Papa. It gave him courage to start treating me badly. Good for you. I came closer to facilitate your liking. A delicious kiss was the green light Marcello wanted. She turned off the TV and took me in her arms, into the bedroom without saying a word. She put me on the double bed right where Mommy had been and began to lick my lambs; she pulled down my panties gently and sucked my little face magnificently. How delightful! I'd never been sucked like that before. Besides, my sexual experience was unsatisfactory. Now I knew real sex. Her certain tongue explored all of my points from A to Z, not forgetting the famous G-spot. What an amazing language. I was joking and joking all the time. But Marcelo, my dad, also wanted to be funny. He took off his clothes and naked Marcello separated my legs and began penetration very carefully thinking that I was a virgin. To make him feel at ease, I went right away saying that I wasn't a Virgin and the way was open for this hot turkey. Speaking like that, I broke the ice and Dad put everything in one go into my super-lubricated little hole. It was a bit violent but it was delicious that rude gesture of Daddy. Entered up to the heel, only left daddy's sack swinging from outside. I did my part, moved a lot, crossed the legs on his back, moaned like a kitten in heat, made misery so that Marcelo felt he was climbing with a special female. To provoke his libido and fantasies, he would say in his ear: "Come dad, come eat your little daughter, put it into her handshake, put everything...eat me ... slow-witted daddy, but don't forget to eat Mommy too, huh! ′′ All the time I asked him to eat mommy as well; to eat both of us every day. I made him promise this. And he jokingly promised, swore that he would do it every day . When the orgasm was coming, when the erection hit, dad shouted: "I swear I'll eat mother and daughter every day; you two will make me laugh so much...I promise I won't eat anyone else. Only you two". That's what I wanted to hear. Now we just have to wait to see if he is a man of his word. After some time it became clear that Marcelo really was one of his words. He started eating mommy everyday, and after Mom fell asleep in bed satisfied with sleeping, he would come into my room and give at least a quickie. Sometimes Marcelo would settle for a quick blowjob. He was the only one who made fun of me, much to my chagrin. But he always left home satisfied and couldn't offer anything to little Ester or any other Sirgaita girl. At home his satisfaction was guaranteed. One day something really annoying happened; my mother caught Marcello eating me. She became possessed. I thought that I had lost a lover, but did not lose a father who was super kind and gave me Christmas present i.e., car thousand zero kilometers And he went to buy the car with mommy, which vibrated of happiness when I went up to the garage to see my new stroller He walked around the block with dad and mummy and put it in the garage almost crying for joy Thought about thanking daddy by doing what he wanted, but looked at Mommy and she wanted him only for himself I totally misunderstood mother started insinuating play indirectly talk about Marcelo's beauty and goodness He even said clearly that I would have to reward Marcelo. That scared me. Then, alone with my mother, I decided to talk about this crazy conversation. Mother confessed almost in tears that before she caught me and Marcelus, she already suspected something was going on between us but acted like an animal. She had to make a scene when we were caught red-handed because there wasn't any other way out for her. She couldn't face the whole thing and laugh...that is exactly what she had to do. But that she regretted it a lot; that in the period when Marcelo was dealing with both of them he was much kinder, more attentive and sensual. That at that time she never doubted him about another woman. That now Marcello arrives late, smells differently; that there have been suspicious phone calls, strange tickets with her name on their phones, hair other than hers on his jacket - finally, that she is losing her husband. And as we finished our conversation, she stated quite literally that she wanted me to give up Marcelo again. She couldn't afford to lose her beloved little man again. With tears in her eyes, Mom ended the conversation: "Daughter, you can't let me lose Marcelo. Please let us 'judge' him again by letting him go out into the street satisfied. Only then will he not look for another woman. Help me, daughter, please". Well, to this plea of my mother any daughter would have answered only one thing: "Of course Mother I am going to help her yes I don't know how but I will do everything within my power" After that erotic talk I started hatching a Machiavellian plan. To execute it I had to ask permission from Mummy I didn't even know how to start this crazy conversation. As soon as Dad left, I went into Mommy's room and started the following dialogue with a bit of embarrassment: "Mommy it is difficult for me to do what you have asked. On the other hand, since I know that bastard well, I think he would love it if we two had sex with him in a "ménage à trois", or three-way. What do you think of this idea, Mom? Let's fight!" He hugged me and asked for more details about the crazy plan of a threesome. I explained to my mom that the plan was very simple, it would be enough if for some reason I went with a seductive baby doll in their room. Of course, the only difficulty would be finding an excuse to sneak under my parents' sheets at dawn. I thought lightning but we had to wait one stormy day and Marcelo knew that lightning wouldn't scare me so much: severe headache; high fever... all of these ideas were pushed aside, because they had nothing to do with my strong and striking personality. Nothing would scare me so much that I'd run into my parents bed. Or hardly anything at all. We would have to come up with a very powerful reason for going to his room in the wee hours. It wasn't a dangerous element, because I had known him since he was a little boy. I told my mother about the plan and she allowed me to talk with Nestor, even giving me some money as compensation for it. I went up to the car wash where Nestor worked under the pretext of cleaning my car, and told him my plan, omitting obviously the real reason why I asked this favor from him. Initially, he refused. He said that he would not break into my house at night because it is too risky. The police could come and arrest him by throwing him in jail immediately. It took me almost an hour to convince him that there was no risk in breaking into our garden, making some noise and then running away. That's all. I scheduled it for next Saturday. Nestor showed up at two o'clock in the morning with a big banging sound from a piece of iron. my grief and despair were pitiful. Marcellus embraced me affectionately after he had "scared off" the invader. I took a glass of water to calm myself, always in dad's arms. But none of that helped because I kept on crying, trembling. What a great performance. There for so many encouraged by mommy, daddy only saw one logical solution? "_Sandrinha, baby come stay with us. Come into our bed". Here we protect you. You are safe here. I did not expect anything more. I jumped into my dad's bed with a crooked smile on my lips, winking at mommy and tucking myself under the covers. Dad also lay down and paternally hugged me. Mom leaned tightly against me from the other side, fondling me very much. My father ran his hands through my hair while she caressed my hands. It was time for me to do something. Now or never. I mustered up courage and grabbed hold of Daddy's stick that was hard as rock beneath the cover. He made sure it wasn't him because he was afraid of Mum. But soon lost this fear when Mother did too. He held my dad's stick. I grabbed his bottom, and Mommy her head. She had sticks for everyone. Dad smiled maliciously as he consented to that promising family suruba. We took off the covers so we could feel more at ease and began a wonderful sex session. Glamorous as I am, I fucked Daddy's dick while Mummy adjusted herself for him to suck on it like she always did. Unable to withstand excitement, I sat down in Papa's cock and rode this one but dying of longing. Mama was also sitting over daddy being sucked by our handsome male. So we stayed for a long time, when Mommy also wanted to take that turkey in her little sketch. We switched places and I put my pussy into Dad's mouth while Mum swallowed the dick with his mealy-mouthed bouquet. She went up and down moaning and smiling from happiness. When Mama got tired she lay beside me on the bed and Daddy was fucking them both. He would penetrate Mother a bit and then it would be my turn. We were in this exchange for almost two hours. Papa could no longer stand being exchanged even though he was about to make fun of us. He laid down with his stick up and we sucked and punched his cock. Every hour was one, in a pleasant turn. Suddenly Dad enjoyed everything he had inside him. Mother hurried and stuck her mouth down swallowing it all because she'd been used to doing that already. Exhausted, Daddy lay loose on the bed with his soft penis. Comprehensive, both of his females also sat quietly resting upon the bed. Father even took a nap but by then realized what he was missing. His dick began to give life signs. I looked at Mom sympathetically and we started looking up at this half-dead mast. Dad passed his hands over our heads while his dick throbbed again. Mom already knew what dad always wanted in the second session, namely a cock. Not if she wanted to protect me or was dying of desire, it is certain that he asked for daddy to fuck her up. Daddy, crazy about a cock, did not make him begged and attacked with haste by sticking the stick lubricated by our saliva into mommy's hole. As she had been accustomed only gave an inevitable whimper and with dignity and class endured all this cacophony on the ass. After everything went down, Mama rolled around very much on Papa's stick. He'd go to the side, push back and throw himself in bed with two pillows under his belly. Then he would be on all fours, finally doing everything and something else tucked into that asshole. Dad couldn't take it anymore and made fun of Mommy's arse. After this awful fuck, Daddy thought he could sleep peacefully now. So he took a quick shower and put his pajamas down for sleeping. With my biggest stick face I continued between us both in bed. In Mama's ear I whispered that I also wanted to have sex while Papa was in the bathroom. Mom tried to change my mind, saying that it was very painful and could hurt me... I kept insisting on giving Dad the bundle because he wanted to. When Daddy came out of the shower and lay down in his pajamas Mother felt relieved at least today wouldn't be the day when her dear little daughter would take him for such a delicate cock. Mummy made a big mistake. Father turned from shore to mother and I followed his movement by placing my bundle onto his stick. That is how I stayed for quite some time until, unable to resist any longer, father started having a third erection. Mommy was sleeping exhausted. She didn't even notice when Daddy started to pull my panties down and put his dick in the gutter. Without any lubrication, that stick would never get into this one, which wasn't virgin but still super tight. I turned around and sucked on Dad's cock, filling it with saliva. Dad stuck that salivated pinto up my arse and began tucking it away insistently. Helped out as much as I could by letting go of the ring, loosening her crotch and willingly pushing my butt back towards daddy's wand. Slowly your little baby kept coming inside. Papa had no hurry. It was the longest penetration I'd ever seen. Every inch of invasion felt like a real treat, and when it came in everything went to party. Dad held my ass tightly, turned me over on his side and started going back and forth quietly and vigorously for quite some time. My mother didn't wake up or if she did, pretended not to disturb us. After countless "come-and-goes", moaning at my bedside, kissing my neck and thanking God that he had two wonderful women, enjoyed the remaining fuck in his bag this time around Daddy really got there. He flipped out and fell asleep instantly. The other day, Dad wasn't in our bed anymore because he got up early for work. Mom was all happiness. She woke me with affection and hugs and kisses inviting me to have a nice breakfast. Today we are an entirely different family because there is no betrayal, offense, quarrels, enmity...nothing like that. It's just love. A strange love ...