Subject: A Family Reunited
Story Codes: MF MFFF FF F-solo incest father mother daughter cousins
Diary Date: July 4, 2010
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Once again it was the Fourth of July, a day filled with tradition and
memories. Unfortunately, this was also the day when my mom's absence was
felt the most. Would we ever be reunited as a family again?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - My Parents' Marital Problems
Chapter 2 - Carrying on the Tradition
Chapter 3 - An Unexpected Visitor
Chapter 4 - Now What?
Chapter 1 - My Parents' Marital Problems
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For most of my life I've told people (OK, so I bragged a bit as well)
that my parents had the most wonderful marriage imaginable and in my
heart I believed every word of it. How could I not? They had been
inseparable since they were high school sweethearts and each of them
obviously loved the pother totally and completely. They were the model
of the perfect marriage so far as I was concerned and I wanted nothing
more than to someday meet a man and have marriage even half as good as
theirs.
The foundation of my parent's marriage was the total trust my parents
placed in each another. Whether it was the check book, a car fender
bender, or whatever, they never kept any serious secrets from one
another. Mom and dad took their wedding vows EXTREMELY seriously,
especially the one about "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery." Indeed,
adultery was something neither of them ever even thought about seriously,
let alone take part in.
It's an important point to make because in some ways, it was their
commitment to their marriage that eventually broke it apart. Going
twenty five years having sex with the same people is quite an
accomplishment when you look at today's society. Of course, one thing my
parents had going of them that most marriages don't was that while they
didn't believe in sex outside of marriage, they DID believe in incest
assuming it was properly done. It was sort of like alcohol - there's
nothing wrong with drinking so long as it is done responsibly.
It was same with incest so far as my parents were concerned and given
their background, it's not that hard to understand. My mother had been
raised by an incestuous father who took the virginity of both his
daughters although her mom stayed out of it. Although my dad was not
raised in an incestuous family, he was quickly was on board with the
concept after he met my mom and her younger sister even though he didn't
know about their dad and them until much later.
The key is that my parents taught me that incestual sex was NOT adultery.
In their eyes, sex within the marriage family was sex within marriage.
This sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins were all fair game
without breaking their marriage vows. In reality, there is a limited
number of such relationships in our family tree but it certainly helped
to relieve the strain that some marriage have where sex is confined to
just the husband and wife. For instance, my dad dated both my mom and
her sister in high school so it made it much easier for him to continue
having sex with both of them after marriage than it would have been had
he been forced to cut things off between him and his sister-in-law...
As much as I like to brag about them, my parents aren't perfect but it's
those times when people fail and how we respond to them that defines who
we really are. For instance, there have been two cases where my dad has
had sex outside of marriage which technically qualified as adultery.
Interestingly they both involved the best friends of his wife and
daughter which made it different than had he gone out and had sex with
some old girlfriend or a secretary at work. In each case the person was
so close to our family that for all practical purposes they WERE family,
at least that is how my dad rationalized it. Perhaps I should've seen
the warning signs back then but it's hard to see such things when you're
so closely involved yourself.
Indeed, looking back there were obvious signs of impending problems over
the years that either I failed to see or perhaps chose to ignore. I
guess I was so convinced that my parents' marriage was so perfect that I
couldn't allow myself to acknowledge anything that would contradict my
views.
In every marriage there are gives and takes and nobody is perfect so
again, don't think that I thought my parents were some sort of aliens
that committed no wrongs. My mom WAS a perfectionist and she could be
pretty downright anal about things at times - well, make that a lot of
the time. Our house was always ready for a Martha Stewart inspection and
she could be counted on to be dressed perfectly for every occasion. Even
her "every day" clothes were matched and stylish. I know at times my dad
couldn't believe the size of her wardrobe, but it meant a lot to her to
be dressed well.
My mom also had very strict views on sex and marriage that sometimes
confused me and I'm sure my dad as well. One day she would be
encouraging me to be promiscuous and enjoy myself, seeming to take pride
in my informal distinction as the "class slut". Then the next day she
would go bonkers if she thought I was being whore. There's a fine
distinction between a slut and a whore in some cases and I always figured
so long as I wasn't being paid, cash at least, that I was just being a
slut which was OK.
My mom seemed to have different ideas of what "being paid" meant I guess.
Given that my cousin Kristi was a highly- sought after prostitute for
several years, you can imagine the tension that was created at times
within our family as her sister and my dad fully supported my cousin's
"profession", much to the chagrin of my mother. I myself had tried a few
"escorting" escapades back in college so I had a bit of a unique
perspective. Personally, I was more concerned about her being hurt than
anything. I "retired" after being raped during just my fifth night out.
Another thing my mom sometimes seemed to be contradictory was when it
came to incest. She was taken by her father when she was fourteen and
then he did her twelve year-old sister shortly afterwards. Although her
mom never took part, it wasn't like she did anything to stop her husband.
I guess you could say it was sort of a "don't ask, don't tell" type of
thing. Yet when my dad wanted to take me when I was the same age her dad
took her, she stopped him cold and threatened him with a divorce if he
ever did anything like that with me before I specifically asked for it -
assuming I ever did.
As a result I was sixteen, two years after I started having sex, before
my father's dreams were allowed to come true. It wasn't until things
fell apart that I learned about his deep resentment over my mother's
stance for the years he lost with me - face it, fucking a sixteen year-
old is a lot different than a fourteen year-old, or younger. Perhaps the
worst part was not being able to take my virginity as her father had
taken hers.
Yet another thing that my mom and dad were conflicted on that I wasn't
aware of until it was too late regarded his addictions to sex and porn.
Yes, I mean addiction in that he couldn't control his actions. I was
raised with porn in the house so I never saw it as an issue but I guess I
should've figured it out sooner. My dad always watched porn and
masturbated openly. The first time I actually saw him cumming while he
did it was back when I was just eight. My mom tried to tell me that it
was a natural thing for men to do but now I know she was just
rationalizing his actions.
The other thing about my dad is that he is not just addicted to "regular"
porn and sex, he has always been heavily into sex with younger girls -
like ten to fifteen years old. Nothing extreme but definitely younger
than what most people would consider "acceptable". So far as I knew,
he'd never actually done anything with a girl that age, at least while
they were married, but it's not like he didn't WANT to.
After I first saw him masturbate my mom taught me about male orgasms in
the hot tub using my dad as a teaching "tool". It was all rather
clinical for me at that age but now I know that my dad wanted more than
just the innocent hand-job I gave him. My mom stopped him and I think he
resented that deeply, at least a lot more than he ever let on.
It was another eight years before my dad felt the touch of his daughter's
hand on his dick again and I never realized until the divorce how much
that had burned in his soul all that time he was forced to wait.
Thinking I was helping to make up for not giving myself to him sooner, I
helped him to take my cousin Tammy's virginity when she was just turning
fourteen. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't just my
virginity he wanted, it was having sex with a young teenage girl that he
craved more than anything.
I guess when I look back and recognize all the issues that were lurking
just out of sight it makes my parent's marriage even more amazing, at
least while it lasted. After all, they DID stay together for over 25
years despite all the problems and issues which is a lot better than most
marriages these days. So I guess I shouldn't have been so shocked and
overwhelmed when one day my mom took me aside and told me that she and my
dad were getting a divorce. What was even worse for me was she said that
she would be moving away and needed some time to herself to work
everything out which meant she wouldn't be in contact with me or my dad
for an undetermined amount of time. Would it be days, weeks, months or
years? She didn't even know at the time which made it all the more
stressful for me.
That was all back in October of 2008. At the time I was posting a soft
porn website about me and my family and friends. One of the things
mentioned often in it was how much I loved my parents and what a great
marriage they had. To make things worse, about the same time I broke up
with Duane, who I thought was about to propose to me but instead tried to
blackmail me and eventually cost me my beloved teaching position. I
think at that period I was at about the lowest point in my life. No job,
no family, no boyfriend.
One of my first reactions was to take down the web site and never have
anything to do with it again. I know I made a lot of people anxious at
the time and so finally I decided to start it up again. Although I never
had said much about my mom in the past, I couldn't just completely ignore
the new situation so I made up a story about her being killed in a car
accident. I felt bad about lying to people but at least it got her out
of the picture quickly and I didn't have to say much about her.
When my parents split they didn't tell me all the reasons, just that they
were doing it and it was between the two of them and had absolutely
nothing to do with me. I guess technically that could be taken as true
but that would be a bit misleading. It may not have been me personally
that was an issue, but it was problems regarding my dad and his daughter
that did. It wasn't for almost a year and a half later that my father
finally told me more details - at least the ones he wanted to tell me and
from his point of view at that. Even so I was dumbfounded and for a
while things were very tense between us.
My dad and I eventually made up of course, I love him too much to stay
mad at him for very long no matter what, but our relationship has never
been quite the same since. In some ways that's a good thing as I think
it is a more mature relationship. I now understand my father much better
than I ever have and while some things about him are hard to deal with,
at least there are no more secrets.
Still, it was now July of 2010 and I still hadn't heard anything from my
mother, not even an e-mail, twitter or text message. My Aunt Linda told
me that she knew my mom was staying near her best friend Tammy out on the
west coast but she claimed that it was all she knew - or at least she
said she knew.
The night before all this took place I'd had a great time with my
boyfriend Steve, reliving a silly prank that we'd done way back when we
dated as teenagers. I had come home in a great mood only to remember
that the next day was the 4th of July which immediately soured
everything. You see, the 4th has some special meanings to me and with my
mom gone, it was like a stab in the heart just to think about it.
When I left for college the first year it was traumatic for everyone.
Selfishly, I thought I was the only one having a hard time dealing with
the lack of sex at an extremely strict Christian college. What I didn't
realize how just difficult it was for my father not having me at home.
Even when I DID find out, I didn't realize the full extent because back
then I didn't realize that not only was I fulfilling his needs as a
daughter, I was also addressing his addiction to younger girls although
at eighteen I was getting a little old for that. What I wasn't told was
that soon after I'd left he started having sex with my cousin Kristi who
was only sixteen at the time. The little slut was more than willing to
step into her older cousin's shoes and for my dad, it was like trading in
for a model that was two years younger...
When I came back home for my 2004 summer break, my family had to decide
when and how to tell me about my dad and Kristi. It was more than just
my dad and her that I was clueless about. At the time I had no idea that
Kristi had also been having sex with her mom since she was just a little
girl. Of course I knew they had shared a bed since the day her dad left
them when she was too young to remember, but I had no idea how much they
shared in that bed.
Everyone waited until July 4th to tell me. To make a long story short
(the details are in a diary entry for that day), I learned about
everything that was going on behind my back. In fact, before the day was
over we ended up having our first "family orgy" where all four of us
girls had sex with my dad and each other out on our deck and in the hot
tub. We did the same each 4th of July after that, making it sort of a
family tradition as orgies really weren't something we have ever done as
a family.
Sadly, this was going to be the second 4th now that my mom wasn't there
to celebrate with us. Last year had been bad enough but now that time
was really passing without my mom in my life I was dreading tomorrow. I
knew my dad would still want to celebrate but without my mom there it
wouldn't be the same. Of course I couldn't say no to him - I’ve never
been able to do that when it comes to my father's sexual needs. In fact,
it's a source of pride for me to say that I've never said no to my dad
when it comes to his sexual demands.
Still, my heart wasn't going to be in it. Maybe once things got going it
would work out but as I lay in bed I didn't even want to masturbate. Now
THAT has to tell you something about how I felt as for me to go to sleep
without a wet finger is simply NOT normal!
Chapter 2 - Carrying on the Tradition
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I woke up the next morning in my bed with that usual feeling in me. Part
of it was the need to use the bathroom but most of it was just plain
horniness. For someone who has never claimed to be a "morning person",
it's weird that the one time of day when I'm always the most natural
horny is when I wake up. I hate about anything else in the early morning
but sex is the one thing I seem to crave. Go figure...
When I lived at home my dad use to take advantage of my little quirk and
his favorite thing was to come to my bedroom while I was still asleep and
have a little fun with me to get himself off before he went to work.
Sometimes he would just masturbate and cum on me so that when I woke up
later I had a reminder of him all over me. Other times he would push his
dick against my lips until my natural female instincts took over and I
sucked him even though I was still mostly asleep.
Then there were the times when he was really horny and he would try to
fuck me without waking me. No the last thing was normally not something
he got away with unless I was especially tired from the night before but
I had to say it was my favorite when he was successful. There's
something unique about waking up with a dick already in you - especially
when it's your father's.
Not surprisingly my first instinct was to put my hand between my legs and
take care of the "problem" that was most pressing at the moment. Then I
started to gather my senses and suddenly my hand froze in place. Then I
pulled it back hurriedly. Oh god, it was that day. It was the 4th of
July.
Suddenly feeling totally "un-horny", I went off to the bathroom, showered
and threw on a t-shirt before going to the kitchen to grab some milk and
cereal for breakfast. I was reading the news on my iPad when my cousin
Kristi came bouncing down the stairs from her bedroom to join me. As
usual, she hadn't bothered with a T-shirt, or anything else for that
matter. It wasn't that she was a nudist so much as she was just lazy in
the morning! She look great nude but still, as my mom always said,
there's a time and place for everything so why she found it necessary to
be nude at breakfast with me was a question she never answered.
That last thought about what my mom had said stunned me and I suddenly
lost my appetite. Kristi must have noticed something was wrong.
"Hey, what's the problem cuz? Didn't get laid by Steve last night?"
Ha! If she only knew. Well, she would as I would tell her all about it
at some point but I wasn't into that sort of thing at the moment. I just
shook my head and stared at my iPad. Kristi poured herself some cereal
and sat down across the table from and started to eat.
"So what time are we suppose to go over to their house today?" she asked.
I was more like she was just trying to make conversation than anything
else.
"Oh I don't know for sure, maybe around noon I guess for lunch," I said
rather morosely.
"Hey, it looks great out so it should be fun today. What's with you
anyway?" she pestered me. I just looked at her with a "you've got to be
kidding" expression and the light bulb suddenly lit over her head. With
Kristi it may have been rather low wattage but it at least was lit.
"Ohhhhhh, I get it, it's your mom, isn't it?"
"Like DUH, you think?"
"Hey, don't yell at me. I was just trying to be sociable." With that she
sulked off to her room, leaving me to drown in my self-pity.
My iPhone buzzed and I saw it was Steve calling me. At first I didn't
want to answer. It wasn't anything to do with him, I just I didn't want
to talk to anyone right then. Still, he knew my phone was always with me
so I couldn't just ignore him, especially after last night!
Steve and I talked for the next half hour or so. He sounded horny and I
could tell he was trying to get me to do a little phone sex but I just
wasn't in the mood. He asked if I was interested in getting together
today since he had the day off work. I reminded him for the umpteenth
time that I was spending the day with my family. I got the distinct
feeling he knew that and he was just fishing for an invitation but that
wasn't about to happen, not given what I knew would be happening before
the day was over.
To the best of my knowledge Steve had no idea about my family's incestual
tendencies and if he did, he wasn't giving any indication. For the time
being at least, I wanted it to stay that way. It wasn't that I was
embarrassed about it, I just wasn't sure how he felt about the whole
incest thing. Sure there that one time back when we dated as teens where
he and his mother did it but that was a one-time thing so far as I knew.
His sister Sharon had the hots for sure for her brother but he never
showed any interest in her that way - just her friends. With all that
AND my issue with my mom, it just wasn't a good day for him to be with me
and my family.
In the end I promised to make it up to him and he seemed to accept that
as he knew what THAT meant! When he hung up I felt all the worse.
Things were already bad enough as it was and now I was turning away a
good fucking by my boyfriend!
I put my dish in the dishwasher after having rinsed it out. Yet another
reminder of my mother as she was the type that washed the dishes BEFORE
she put them in the dishwasher. It seemed everything I did today just
reminded me of her all the more. Feeling more than little sorry for
myself, I returned to my bedroom where I shut the door and laid in bed
doing nothing for the rest of the morning.
Noon time was fast approaching and I knew I had to get my butt in gear
and moving. Lord knows my dad would be very disappointed if I didn't
show up today and the last thing I needed was to make my life even worse
than it already was by making my dad unhappy. I'd spent a good portion
of my life trying to please him in any way I could and it was just
ingrained in me by now such that it wasn't even something I consciously
thought about. It was really quite simple. My dad wanted to have sex
with me this afternoon so it was my duty as his daughter to go to his
house and deliver. PLEASE, don't get the wrong idea. I don't mean it to
sound like it was a chore or anything for me to submit to my dad.
Indeed, I LOVE my dad fucking me. There's something special about your
own father inside of you that can't be duplicated by anyone else.
Looking at my closet, it didn't really matter what I wore as I knew I
would be taking it off as soon as I got there. After all, it was Family
Orgy Day, right? I've never been a nudist and I have always felt better
wearing SOMETHING. Of course during sex or other special times it was
different and at those times I loved being naked. It just wasn't
something I did around the house under normal circumstances.
In the end I chose the standard uniform of girls everywhere for summer -
short denim shorts and a light blue cami that exposed most of my tanned
midriff and was so tight it may as well have been Saran Wrap around my
boobs. Even if it hadn't been a special day I would never have worn
panties or a bra so there was certainly no reason to do so today. A gold
ankle chain, pair of flip flops and I was ready to go. One last thing, I
pulled my hair back in a ponytail. With everything that would most
likely be happening it was just easier to have it pulled back and out of
the way.
All done, I finally went downstairs where Kristi was waiting impatiently.
She hadn't even bothered with shorts and was just wearing one of her
sluttier bikinis. Hopefully we wouldn't be stopped by the police on our
way! Then again, maybe it would help, who knows? In any case, it didn't
matter as I knew she would be dropping it all the moment she stepped in
the house anyway so why even bother?
"Why do you even bother? Just go naked," I teased her, referring to her
all but invisible thong bikini.
"God, somebody's still grumpy I guess," she huffed as she grabbed her bag
and we headed out to her car.
On our way to the curb I saw our neighbor was out raking grass on his
lawn. He was just your average middle age guy and I didn't even know his
name and normally wouldn't have even noticed him except for Kristi.
"Cool, horny George is out today... watch this," Kristi giggled.
With that she waved to him and stood for with one hand on her bare hip
and called out to him. The poor guy didn't know whether he should crap
or go blind. He tried to look away but what man could NOT stare at a
girl like Kristi standing out across the street from him all but nude?
Actually, from behind with just the thin strings hiding nothing she was
as good as nude.
"Poor George... he's so easy!" she giggled again as we got into the car.
"I bet he'd fuck me in a moment if I let him, what do you think Kelly?"
I just shook my head at her. God what a little tease!
It was just a few minutes to my dad's house. I guess I still call it
that even though Kristi's mom moved in with him not long after my mom had
left. The move created a bit of a scandal amongst some of the family who
didn't quite go along with the idea of my dad living with his sister-in-
law so soon after the divorce. Then again, it could have been a lot
worse given the majority of our family didn't have a clue about the true
nature of their relationship over the past thirty years. Heck, even I
had a little bit of a hard time with it all at first when my mom finally
told me about it but since my dad seemed happy,
I figured it was no big deal and frankly, none of my business even if it
was. Like, did it really matter if she drove over every day or just
stayed there permanently? Besides, I had my own ulterior motives. When
my Aunt Linda moved out it made room for me to move in with Kristi and
save on rent. I LOVE teaching but the pay at my small private school is
crap and I get zero benefits so anything that helps the Kelly budget is
OK with me.
As usual the basement door in the garage was open so we just walked right
in. Sure enough, just as I'd predicted Kristi took less than two steps
in before the so-called bikini was already off and tossed aside. I just
rolled my eyes as she stood there naked with her hands on her hips,
looking at me expectantly.
"C'mon Kelly, you know the rules for Family Orgy Day, take 'em off!"
Technically she was right even I didn't really care a whole lot for the
term "Family Orgy Day". It was a phrase of her own making as nobody had
actually officially christened the day as such. Personally, I hated it
because it just seemed to cheapen the whole experience. When I think of
orgies I think of porn movies and people having cheap sex solely for the
sake of sex. Sure when we did this it wasn't with the usual sense of
intimacy that I normally have with my family, but it wasn't like we were
trying to recreate some crazy Taboo orgy scene either. Ever since Kristi
coined the term a few years back I had avoided using it but she seemed to
never pass up a chance to throw it out into the conversation.
So anyway, I DID finally strip, leaving my clothes and flip-flops on top
of the old white Maytag washing machine. I don't know why it caught my
attention but it just the way it was when my parents had bought it a long
time ago. In fact, I couldn't even remember the one before it.
The two of us quickly scampered up the creaking wooden stairs to the
kitchen where we found my Aunt Linda preparing hamburgers and hotdogs for
the upcoming barbeque. My dad had a long-standing tradition of cooking
up a big barbeque meal and he was bound and determined to do it every
year. It made more sense back when other family members use to join us.
Since we added sex to the menu the only family remembers invited had been
my aunt and cousin but he still insisted on making this huge meal. Oh
well, at least my Aunt Linda wouldn't have to cook for a week afterwards!
As tradition dictated, my aunt was nude but she DID have on an apron
while she was working in the kitchen. Still, it wasn't like it covered
anything important. Seeing her standing there once again I marveled at
my Aunt Linda. Even thought she was now in her forties, she could have
easily passed as my older sister. In fact, some people claim that I look
more like her than my own mother. It's not like she lived a nun's
existence and I knew she wasn't afraid to use her "assets" to sell homes
(she was a realtor). For whatever reason she'd never shown any signs of
wanting to get married after her husband left.
As for me and her, we'd had a few sexual liaisons over the years but
nothing that intense, certainly nothing like Kristi shared with her and
nothing at all like what I'd shared with my mom. She'd always been more
interested in my dad which was fine with me. Actually, that was yet
another thing I had learned on that first 4th of July when I came home
from college. I knew my dad and aunt spent a lot of time together, but
until that day I had no idea he liked to fuck her! Yes, it had been
quite an eye-opening day back then!
I peeked out to the deck behind the kitchen and saw my dad was out there
getting the gas grill prepped. He was also nude which didn't surprise me
in the least as the "rules" applied to him as much as anyone.
Instinctively my eyes went straight to his crotch where I saw his dick
was flaccid, just hanging there like a limp rag but I knew it wouldn't
take long once he saw me and Kristi for THAT to change.
Actually, that was one of the things I loved to do with him - make him
grow and get hard. I'd always loved the feeling of his dick growing in
my mouth, knowing it was ME that was making it react like that. Hmmm,
maybe I would get to do that today? For the first time today I started
to feel a little optimistic about the afternoon.
Kristi was busy talking to her mom and catching up on things so I went
out on the deck to say hi to my dad. When he saw me exit the kitchen a
big smile came over his face.
"Hey baby, been a while!"
It had been a while when I thought about it. I actually had to think for
a moment as to when the last time I'd given myself to him. In a way I
felt a little guilty about that. My dad loved fucking me - I was his
daughter after all so of course he did, and he knew he could always count
on me for that. It was a little disheartening for me in a way though as
I knew I no longer satisfied a different need within him - the need to
fuck young girls. Face it, at the ripe old age of 25 I wasn't quite a
little teen girl anymore. Still, now that I understood his needs better
it didn't hurt as much as it would've had I not known about his
addictions. Well, not as much...
Looking around I saw that the deck was already all set up for the party.
The hot tub was churning and the table and chairs were all cleaned off.
I even think he'd power-washed the deck, something I knew he hated to do.
OK, so maybe he hired someone to do it but it still looked nice and I
liked it when it was clean because it didn't get my feet all dirty.
Such memories! All my life I'd always loved being out on this deck.
Even though the house was located smack in the middle of a congested
neighborhood, out here on the deck it was like we were all alone in the
middle of the country. The house, like most in Pittsburgh, was situated
on a hill and so with the security fence that surrounded the deck there
was no direct line of view for any of our close neighbors. They would
have had to get on their roofs to see anything and then I think we might
have noticed them.
God, the memories I had from being out here. I looked up at my old
bedroom window on the second floor which overlooked the deck and recalled
how I'd first seen my parents making love below me at night in the hot
tub. Even though I was sixteen at the time and had been having sex with
boys for over two years by then, it was the first time I'd ever seen them
having actual sex. Seeing the intensity of the love that it brought out
between them was what led me to wanting to have that same relationship
with my father.
God, how many times had I been fucked on the deck and in the hot tub?
Even if I put aside all my boyfriends, how many times had just my dad
done me? It was right out here that my cousin Rick had first fucked my
mom. My dad had fucked my best friend Beth for the first time right in
that very same hot tub. This was where I first had sex with my cousin
Kristi and her mom - and first saw my dad do my cousin. So many first
times, so many memories. God I missed my mom!
If I kept up with this line of thinking I was going to bring myself
really down so I knew I had to snap out of it. Well, there's one way
that ALWAYS works for me - sucking a nice warm dick. My dad had turned
back to the grill but I could still see his dick hanging there all soft
and flaccid and I knew what I needed right then and there. Quietly I
snuck up behind him and then quickly reached around him with both arms
and grabbed his dick in my hands.
"Hey, that was quick... somebody horny today?" he chuckled as he looked
down to see his daughter's hands gripping his cock.
Since I wasn't about to tell him the REAL reason I wanted to suck his
cock, I figured why not just let him think whatever he wanted? Actually,
feeling his soft dick in my hand WAS making me more than just a little
horny. Mmmmmmm, I so wanted to feel a dick in my mouth - any dick. The
fact is could be my father's cock just made it all the better.
"Mmmmmmm Daddy, I'm going to suck your dick until you cum in my mouth," I
declared almost defiantly as I moved around to the front of him, keeping
one hand on his cock the entire time.
I needed to hurry as he would surely start to react soon and I wanted to
feel him as soft as possible in my mouth when I took him between my
waiting lips.
"Whoa girl, take your time, we've got all afternoon," he chuckled as I
practically lunged for his dick, taking it all easily in my mouth as it
was so soft and small - for now that is.
Damn I loved the way, my dad's dick felt in my mouth. Granted I LOVE and
prefer hard dicks but the soft ones can be nice too - at least so long as
they don't STAY soft for too long. They just feel so different when
they're soft, nothing at all like after they stiffen and get all long and
thick.
"Seems like you've been missing your dear old dad's cock, haven't you?"
he teased me, "What's the matter Kelly, isn't Steve giving you enough
lately?"
Sometimes fathers just don't know when to shut up! Here I was sucking on
his dick and he had to mention my boyfriend who I would've loved to have
fucking me right now. Not that I didn't appreciate being with my dad,
but I WANTED Steve to fuck me and that was different. Sure I wanted my
dad to fuck me too but that was because I wanted to please him more than
the sex. With Steve, I wanted ME to feel good and for him to please ME,
something different entirely.
I just ignored him and continued to work on his dick and I was soon
rewarded with that incredible feeling of his dick starting to grow in my
mouth. No matter how many dicks I eventually suck I don't think I'll
ever grow tired of the feeling of a man as he grows in my mouth. It's
like nothing else in the world when you think about it. What other part
of the human body responds to sexual stimulation as dramatically as a
penis does? Sure my pussy gets wet and my clit hardens when I'm
stimulated but they doesn't grow to be several times larger! For
instance, my nipples respond and harden when fondled but they stay about
the same size. Only a penis goes from this small, limp feature to a
firm, hard, long member that then protrudes out from a man, a clear and
undeniable demonstration of his true desire and lust for me.
That is another reason I love cocks - they show me the TRUE feelings a
man has for me. He can sweet talk me or bash me all he wants, but his
dick never lies. He either lusts for me or he doesn't and in general he
can't control his dick so that makes it all the more significant to me,
much more than anything he says. Heck, a man can be sound asleep and his
dick will still respond to me. Yes, that is what turns me on - that it's
responding to ME.
As my dad's dick started to grow in my mouth, I started playing with
myself with one hand while I carefully worked his hairy balls gently with
the other. Mmmmmmm, my dad wanted me, that was for sure. His dick was
practically leaping in my mouth as it required me to take more and more
of him in order to get it all out of sight. When he was rock hard and
fully grown he started to rock his hips, driving his cock in and out of
my mouth as I just stayed still and let him fuck my mouth.
"God Kelly, your mouth feels so damn good on me," he groaned as his hands
went to my head and he gripped it tightly, pushing men on and off his
dick.
"Hey, you guy get started without us?" I heard Kristi whining.
Nonetheless I kept sucking on my dad but I turned my head just enough to
see her and her mom standing a few feet away watching us. I turned back
to my dad and ignored them. This was for me, not them! They would get
theirs later, I wanted this now!
If anything I think the audience, even if it was only two people, helped
stimulate my father even more. I was working it really hard now, pulling
out every trick in the book to get him to cum as quickly as I could. It
wasn't like my dad was some sixteen year-old teenage boy anymore so I
wanted him to cum now so he could be ready to go again after lunch. More
selfishly, I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth and satisfy that primal
urge in me that had started this whole thing off in the first place.
"God... that's enough of that," he sighed, pulling head away from his
swollen dick. "I've got to have some of that pussy now."
Letting him take the lead I stood up and he put his hands on my bare hips
and spun me around so I was facing away from him. Like a good dancer
being led by her partner, I knew where he was going and so I leaned over
the table top and supported myself on my forearms and elbows, spreading
my legs apart to make it easier for him.
"Mmmmmmm, did I ever tell you that you have an incredible pussy?" he
almost groaned, rubbing each of my butt cheeks with one of his hands.
I giggled and just waited for him. He knew the answer already anyway -
maybe a thousand times, probably more?
"Fuck me daddy," I said, saying those words I knew he loved so much to
hear, “Show me how much you love me.”
Rather than answer verbally my dad chose another method of responding -
doing just what I'd asked of him. My heart was pounding as I felt the
head of his hard dick brushing up against my welcoming pussy as he used
his hand to rub it up and down my slit to get it all nice and wet. Now
and then he would hit my clit and it would make me jump but he didn't
stop.
"Oh god...!" he moaned as his incestuous cock penetrated his daughter's
pussy.
When he was all the way in me he pushed himself up against my exposed
bottom so hard I was forced up onto the tips of my toes while trying not
to slide across the slippery glass-topped table.
For the first time I looked over at my aunt and cousin but they weren't
paying us any attention. Oh well, I couldn't blame them. Why watch when
you can have your own fun? They were in their favorite position - what a
surprise! Now I like a good 69 now and then but it was like that was all
my aunt and cousin did when they had sex! As usual, Kristi was on top -
her favorite position even when she was doing it with me or one of our
friends.
So far as my psychological issues of the day, what I was doing with my
dad was definitely working as I don't recall thinking about my mother
even once while my dad was fucking me. Indeed, I was so sharply focused
on trying to make him cum that I didn't even pay any further attention to
the two other women having sex just a few feet away from us. Even if I
HAD been interested it wasn't like it would've been anything I hadn't
seen so many times before.
Kristi and her mom have what could only be described as a "unique"
relationship. I guess it wasn't too hard to understand considering how
Kristi had grown up alone with her mom without a father-figure other than
her uncle. They seemed just so natural together, nothing forced or
pushed or artificial in any way. I would never call them lovers, it
wasn't like that at all. More like best friends I guess you could say.
For them to be together and NOT have their hands all over the other would
have been worthy of a newsflash.
Sometimes I wondered how they got away with it in public as they did.
It's not like they hid their affection for one another. People must just
think it's sweet that a mother and daughter can be so close. I'm sure
had Kristi been a boy that a lot of eyebrows would've raised!
As much as I loved my mother, sometimes I envied Kristi for the way she
seemed so comfortable around her mother. It's not like I was dominated
by mine, it's just my mom was always MOM. The only time that changed was
when we were having sex and then it went way past best friends and more
to the "lovers" side of the scale. Indeed, sex with my mom was something
special in that she DID become my lover - in every sense of the word.
Still, it would have been nice to be more "touchy-feely" with my mom the
way Kristi was with hers.
All these thoughts were going through my mind as my dad rhythmically
fucked me, a steady in-out-in series of penetrations followed by almost
total withdrawal, only to do it over again... and again... and again. I
sort of enjoy it this way at times as it allows my mind to wander while
at the same time I was practically shivering with lust as my pussy is
being fucked. It was also the method by which my dad typically could
last the longest which was another good reason for loving it now and
then. It was like I was in some sort of dream world with my eyes closed
and my mind totally focused on the wonderful sensations I was feeling
between my legs as my dad fucked me slowly over and over again.
My reverie was abruptly brought to an end when the table rocked violently
for a moment. When I opened my eyes what did I see but my cute cousin
sitting on the table in front of me, her legs spread wide apart as she
scooted up so her bare crotch was just inches in front of my face.
"Quit being so selfish," she teased me, "besides, you need more than just
your dad's dick, don't you?"
Actually I was quite happy with the ways things were going with my dad at
the time but I couldn't tell her that. Kristi's pussy glistened with
wetness, no doubt some of it from her while some was probably from her
mom's mouth. She reached down and rubbed her swollen clit just a little,
enough to make her jump like she'd touched an electric fence.
"C'mon cuz, gimme some tongue," she pleaded with me.
Maybe she wasn't just teasing and really WAS as horny as she was making
herself out to be? With Kristi you could never be sure. It was like
being with a Hollywood actress and wondering what was real and what was
an act. Kristi may not have been a movie star but she WAS a semi-retired
prostitute so sometimes even I had a hard time figuring out when she was
faking it. Something just told me now that she wasn't faking a thing,
not one iota.
Then I had to wonder what happened to her mom. It wasn't like the two of
them to split up until they had both cum several times so what was going
on here? I took a quick look around but I didn't see her on the deck
anywhere. Kristi must have noticed my glances.
"She went inside... said she would be right back," Kristi answered my
question without me even having to ask, "So quit stalling and get to work
girl!"
My dad wasn't saying a thing but I noticed his thrusts were getting a
little stronger since Kristi had mounted the table in her usual slutty
and wide-open manner. While I knew my dad loved fucking me as his
daughter, it wasn't hard not to notice who turned him on the most if you
took incest out of the equation and that would be Kristi. Then again,
that was the case with just about every boy I'd ever met. One look at
Kristi's hot little nude petite body and I don't stand a chance in
comparison. She just has this "girl-next-door" innocence in the way she
looks but when you see her in action she is anything but innocent.
I reached forward and put my hands under my cousin's firm thighs and
around to the back of her tiny butt, pulling her forward on the slippery
glass until her wet pussy was right at my mouth. God her ass felt so
good in my hands - firm and smooth and oh so warm! Leaning forward as
best I could, I put my face against her smooth hairless crotch and felt
my tongue running over her already soaking-wet pussy slit. Mmmmmmm, I
loved the taste of her pussy. It was almost like mine actually and I've
always loved mine the best!
Kristi kept her pussy shaved perfectly clean and there wasn't a blemish
on her. Her lips were full and swollen, a definite "outie". At one time
she had thought about getting her clit pierced which I was glad she had
finally decided against. I loved to suck on it between my lips and run
my tongue over it without some piece of metal interfering.
"Oh yeah... now THAT'S what I wanted," she groaned, leaning back and
supporting herself on her hands behind her.
She thrust her hips forward and up, driving her horny crotch into my face
to make it easier for me to lick her.
"Fuck her harder Uncle John," Kristi encouraged my dad, "I love it when
you push her face into my cunt."
"Your wish is my command," I heard my dad reply as he gripped me by the
sides of my hips and drove his next thrust into me like he was trying to
push me right into her pussy.
My face was smashed against her crotch and then he pulled back and
suddenly rammed it in me again, driving me into her even more. Sticking
out my tongue, I pushed it into her pussy hole and then let my dad do the
work, pushing me into her and then relaxing again only to push my tongue
into her pussy yet again as he drilled me with his incredibly hard dick.
Suddenly I came, like out of the blue. It was rare for me to do this but
it happened at times, typically when I was being distracted as I was now
by my cousin's pussy. Usually I can feel my orgasm building up and then
exploding but in this case it was like somebody had planted a bomb inside
of me and suddenly, without warning, had set it off.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped, exhaling my warm breath onto Kristi's sensitive
pussy.
"She's cumming Uncle John, fuck her... fuck her more," Kristi said
excitedly.
Then it was her turn, as if my orgasm somehow pushed her over the edge
and she gasped and cried out with pleasure.
Even with his daughter and niece both in the throes of their orgasms, my
dad never missed a beat. If anything, he sped up and was fucking me as
fast and hard as he could. It just made me cum that much harder. Now
THIS was the way sex was meant to be!
Suddenly my dad pulled out of me, NOT what I was exactly hoping for at
the moment but then his intentions became obvious. He stood by the side
of us and pushed Kristi's leg down, allowing his dick to reach over her
smooth thigh and almost touch her pussy where my face was still planted
like a perennial.
"I'm cumming," was all he said but then what more did he need to say?
I turned my face just in time to see his dick spurting its first load of
incestual cum onto Kristi's wet pussy. The next load sort of hit both
her pussy and my face and after that, the forcefulness decreased to where
he could control it better and the rest was shot into her crotch.
"Now lick it all up," my dad demanded, standing there stroking his now
spent cock in his hand as he waited for me to comply.
He didn't have to ask twice - or even once for that matter. The only
thing better than my own dad's cum or my cousin's pussy was to have both
of them at the same time!
As I was lapping up my dad's cum like a hungry kitten at a bowl of milk,
something changed. It was hard to put my finger on it but I could sense
a tenseness in Kristi that was more than just her reaction to me licking
my dad's cum off of her. At the same time my dad made this funny sound.
Not a grunt but something more like he was surprised by something.
Yep, something was definitely up. My Aunt Linda must have had something
up her sleeve (had she been wearing them) when she went into the house so
now what had she done? With her it could have been most anything so I
lifted my head from between Kristi's thighs to see what was going on.
Well, my Aunt Linda was certainly back but she wasn't the surprise. I
almost choked on my dad's cum when I realized who was standing next to
her... my mom.
Chapter 3 - An Unexpected Visitor
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"Well, well... looks like some things never change," she said softly.
Her first words were spoken with a sly grin, as if she was amused at the
stunned reaction by all of us.
Well, my aunt wasn't so stunned as obviously they had met in the house
first but as for the three of us that had been left on the deck, it was a
jaw-dropping moment for sure.
Oh my god, my mother looked drop-dead gorgeous. She was wearing her dark
hair a little shorter than before but it still reached her shoulders. It
was a hot day so she had on a khaki pair of shorts which were relatively
modest but a bit tighter in the ass than most women over forty would have
dared to wear but damn if she didn't look ten years younger than her 44
years. Her legs, always a vanity point for her, still looked like a
woman's half her age without any sag and nary a wrinkle. A fitted white
blouse that was extremely low cut and three inch open-toed white heels
rounded out her outerwear. Everything she wore looked all the more
stunning thanks to an incredible tan. God she looked so beautiful!
Damn, if a jet had crashed into the hill across from us I couldn't have
been more surprised. Holy crap, my mom was back! This was the first
time in almost two years that I'd seen her. Ever since she left to move
out west to be near her friend Tammy I hadn't so much as exchanged an e-
mail or text message, let alone a phone call or a face-to-face
conversation. For all intents and purposes she had died and indeed
that's almost how I had come to think of her.
How many times in the past two years had I thought about a moment like
this? Well, I have to admit it was never quite like THIS but still, I
mean about how I would react should my mother ever return. Depending on
my mood at the time, my little fantasies ranged from a joyful reunion to
a sullen acceptance. When I was REALLY feeling down I even imagined
where I would walk away, just to hurt her the way she'd hurt me.
Childish? Yes. Can you blame me though? I don't think so.
All that didn't matter now though. There in front of me was my own
mother, my closet friend and confidante in the world and the woman I
loved more than any other. Under the circumstances there was only one
way I could react...
"MOM!" I cried out and started to rush towards her.
Then I tasted my dad's cum in my mouth and realized what a mess my face
must be so I quickly grabbed a towel from a chair and wiped my face
before rushing to my mom. Turning back to her, I wrapped my arms around
her neck and just hugged her, my eyes overflowing with tears as I didn't
trust my voice to say anything more. After a long return hug my mom
pushed me back so she could look me in the eyes and then she gave me that
sly grin I knew so well.
"Well I take that back, some things DO change," she practically chuckled.
I looked at her with questioning eyes, wondering what she meant as she
continued, "Since when do you wipe your face off before you greet me?"
It was probably the best thing she could have said under the
circumstances as all of us were a bit on edge. It broke the silence and
everyone started to laugh. It was true although I hadn't even thought
about it that way when I did it. In the past had she walked in while my
dad was cumming on my mouth and face I wouldn't have bothered wiping it
off before giving her a welcoming kiss. After all, it was her husband's
cum so she always liked some for herself whenever she could.
"What the... why... what are you doing here?" I stammered, still not
quite sure I hadn't passed out while my dad was fucking me and now I was
just dreaming all of this.
"We'll get to all that soon enough," she said gently, stroking my hair
with her fingers behind my head, "My goodness... you look so beautiful."
The tears began flooding from my eyes again as this time instead of just
hugging her I moved in close to her and kissed her. God, it had been so
long since I'd felt her warm lips against mine, her long tongue exploring
my mouth and playing with my own tongue. As for everyone else, they
didn't even exist at that moment as all I could think about was my mom's
arms around me and the feel of her full breasts as they pressed against
mine while we kissed like two lovers meeting again after a long
separation - which was exactly the case.
"OK you two, get a room," my Aunt Linda finally said as neither my mom or
me wanted to be the first to pull away. She was just teasing of course -
at least she had better be!
"Oh wow... I can't believe you're here," I finally gasped, trying to
catch my breath after such a relentless kiss.
"Well, I can't quite believe it either but here I am," she replied.
"Hello Mary," my dad said from behind me, the first words he'd spoken
since my mom's unexpected appearance.
My mom looked over at my shoulder and gave him a closed lip smile, "Hello
John, been a while. You're looking pretty good - and horny. Looks like
you're enjoying yourself today as usual."
My Aunt Linda took charge at that point, probably sensing that things
could get ugly if they weren't kept under control.
"Hey girls, why don't we let John and Mary have some time together in the
house... without us," she added in, looking at me as she said it.
Naturally I started to protest but she gave a look that I rarely got from
her, sort of a "Don't even think about it," type of stare. Well, if
anyone knew my mom and dad, it was her so I backed down but it didn't
mean I had to look happy about it.
"Don't worry Kelly, I'll be here a little while so we'll get a chance to
talk... ok?" my mom assured me.
With that my dad took his cue and reached for my mom's arm to guide her
back to the kitchen door. My mom pulled away from his touch, nothing
dramatic but it was a positive statement all by itself.
"Put some clothes on John for god's sake," she said rather sharply.
As they left the three of us standing there, I felt almost like I'd been
stunned. What the HELL was going on? For almost two years she
disappears from our lives and then when she DOES return she treats my dad
almost like she had the day she left. What was the point in all this
anyway?
Kristi hadn't said a word yet and so I looked at her to try to read the
sphinx- like expression she was wearing on her face. While she and my
mom had always got along pretty well, it wasn't anything even remotely
close to what I shared with my mom. In fact, it didn't even begin to
resemble the relationship I had with her mom, as limited as THAT was.
Other than when my mom was with my dad and Kristi, I can't remember ever
hearing even one time when Kristi and my mom had sex alone together.
Suddenly it was like a revelation struck me. How could I be so blind?
With my mom out of the picture, Kristi's mother was now living with my
dad almost as if they were married. How did she REALLY feel about that,
especially since it meant that her and her mom no longer slept together
each night as they had for almost twenty years? Was she happy to see her
mom with a man again, even if it was her uncle? Was she upset because of
how she'd been left all alone at first. It wasn't long before I'd moved
in but then Kristi and I never shared the same bed - at least not on a
regular basis.
What was Kristi thinking about my mom's reappearance? Was she thinking
what I was thinking, that maybe my mom was going to try and reconcile
with my father? Did that please her because it would mean her mom would
move back home or was she worried that her mom would be separated from my
dad? God, it was all SO complicated and in the space of just a minute or
so it wasn't like I could do a full-blown situational analysis!
"C'mon girls, let's take our minds off what's going on in there... what
do you say?" my aunt said, finally breaking the dead silence.
Aunt Linda started to reach for my boobs, playfully running her fingers
across them and then down my stomach to my crotch. "C'mon Kristi... what
the hell are you waiting for?"
Although it was really sweet of my aunt to think of me that way, there
was really no point in her even trying to cheer me up. If she thought
she could take my mind off what was going on inside between my mom and
dad she was kidding herself. Heck, we may as well been in the middle of
a hurricane have her try to get me to take my mind off the wind. It just
wasn't going to happen. No way, no how.
"Sorry Aunt Linda, I just can't," I said apologetically.
Any other time and place her offer alone would've been more than enough
to get things started but not this afternoon. Kristi, on the other hand,
didn't seem to be having any issues, at least not so far as sex with her
mother was concerned. Then again, she never did.
"Oh mom, just let her do her thing. If she wants to pout then let her.
Let's get in the hot tub," Kristi giggled, suddenly her eyes bright again
and a smile back on her face.
Shaking my head in mock amazement, I put a heavy beach towel over the
chair cushion and then dragged the chair into the shade of the umbrella
before taking a seat. Considering I was still naked and the chair had
become pretty hot in the bright sun, I didn't want to burn my poor butt!
Meanwhile, Aunt Linda and Kristi had lowered themselves into the hot and
slowly churning water of the hot tub. The powerful jets weren't on yet
so all that was moving the water was the tiny circulation pump but it was
more than enough to keep it from being still. I looked back at the
house, wondering what in the world my parents could be talking about.
Missing mom and dad in the house, horny cousin and her mom in the tub in
front of me. Yep, the whole afternoon had suddenly become quite surreal
to say the least.
"Oh Mom... don't you dare!" Kristi cried out playfully, pretending to be
annoyed as her mother move in swiftly between her wide-spread legs.
Aunt Linda supported herself using one hand on each side of her daughter
on the edge of the tub as she lowered herself onto her and they started
to kiss sloppily. Kristi put her arms around her mom and pulled her in
tight, wrapping her wet legs around her mom's waist and crossing her
ankles.
Any other time and I would've immediately started masturbating as I
watched the two of them going at it like two teenage girls in heat. I
knew the answer from past experience as how many times had something like
this played out whenever I was over at their house before her mom had
moved in with my dad? The two of them seemed to find any excuse to make
out, no matter where they were at the time. My mom and I were true
lovers and as such almost always confined our sexual trysts to her
bedroom. In sharp contrast, Kristi and her mom were more like dating
teenagers who were just out to have a good time anywhere or anytime they
could.
Watching them now I wanted to just yell out at them and ask, "What the
hell are you guys doing? Don't you realize what's going on in there?"
Sheesh, the most traumatic thing to happen to me in years had just
occurred and yet here they were just playing around together like nothing
had happened.
Ignoring me totally, Kristi backed herself up and took a seat at the
corner of the tub, raising one foot up and onto the edge of the tub while
the other hung into the water. Her mom didn't waste a moment putting her
head between her daughter's open legs and licking her bare wet pussy.
Neither of them even looked my way to see if I was watching which was
unusual, to say the least. Both of them were hard-core exhibitionists
and I knew they got off as much by being watched as anything. Still,
this time it was like it was just between the two of them, as if they
were not even aware I was watching.
It was crazy, to say the least. Where was my old Psychology 101
professor when I needed her? In the space of less than half an hour this
whole afternoon had become nothing short of bizarre. Nothing was playing
according to the usual scripts. My parents were talking - at least I
assumed they were but then again I didn't know for sure what was
happening between the two of them. My aunt and cousin were making out
without seeming to care who was watching. I was sitting on the deck
totally naked while two of the hottest women I know were having lesbian
sex and I wasn't even close to masturbating. What next, flying monkeys
landing on the deck?
As I sat there, my thoughts returned yet again to my parents. What in
the world could they be possibly talking about? Why in the world had my
mom just dropped in without even giving us any sort of warning? Then
again, maybe she had. Was it just sheer coincidence that my aunt had
disappeared in the house right about the time my mom had showed up? It
seemed just too much for there not to be some sort of connection.
Was there something between my mom and her sister that I didn't have a
clue about? Now THAT wouldn't have surprised me given how many others
times in my life the two of them had managed to keep things secret from
me. Heck, I was eighteen before I knew my dad had been fucking my aunt
nonstop since she was in eighth grade! How do you miss something like
that?
A loud cry of ecstasy interrupted my thoughts and I turned my head to the
source as if I didn't already know what was going on. Sure enough,
Kristi was obviously in the midst of yet another orgasm. She'd never
been one to be quiet about such things and she wasn't about to start now
from the sound of things.
"Oh Mommmmmm!" she cried out as she pulled her mother's head into her
crotch, tightening her legs around her mom's body like she was trying to
squeeze the life out of her.
Watching intently, I understood just how she was feeling at this moment
having been there myself a time to two. The few times that my aunt had
licked my pussy had been incredibly intense. As much as I loved the way
my mom licked me, when it came to pure pleasure and technique her sister
had her beat hands down. Of course, Aunt Linda and her daughter had been
having sex since Kristi was old enough to know what she was doing (which
wasn't very old) so it was no mystery they each knew exactly what it took
to bring the other to a screaming orgasm - just as Kristi was enjoying
now.
Then I felt it. My pussy started to tingle and despite my best efforts
to focus on what was going on in the house, I couldn't tear my eyes off
what was going on just four feet away or so. Kristi had that perfect
tanned figure and "innocent" look that men (and women) just loved. To
see her now crying out and moaning like a slut in heat was such a
contradiction that it made it all that much erotic to watch.
My tongue passed over my lips. Mmmmmmm, I loved to lick Kristi myself,
just as her mom was doing now. Sure her pussy tasted great but the real
reason I really loved licking Kristi was because she just seemed to LOVE
it so damn much. I mean, every girl I know loves to have her pussy
licked - even the ones who claim not to, but Kristi took it up another
notch or two... or three. At risk of repeating myself, I can't put it
any other way than to say she LOVED it. There were some nights when she
was especially horny when she would come to my bedroom and practically
beg me to lick her pussy. She owned more sex toys than any girl I knew -
make that more than any three girls together, but yet the thing she
seemed to love more than anything else was the feel of a tongue against
her pussy. I also knew that while she didn't mind a guy doing it she
really preferred the light touch of another girl.
When it came to guys Kristi was all about fucking and sucking but she
would let a girl lap up her pussy all night if she could get away with
it. She wasn't all that bad herself at the giving end either but
sometimes I got the feeling that she only did it as payback in hopes of
getting more for herself.
My mouth still had a heavy aftertaste from my dad's cum and in my mind I
could still smell the thick odor of Kristi's horny pussy. God she could
get so wet when she was horny. Sometimes it even looked like she peed
her pants when she got carried away! Not only that but she had a very
musky odor to her when she was extra horny. I don't mean anything bad or
overpowering, just that it could be very noticeable and distinct at
times. Sitting next to her at a restaurant while we were teasing one
another it was hard not to know when my cousin was horny - which was 90%
of the time it seemed.
Suddenly I felt this jolt throughout me and it was then I discovered that
I had started playing myself without even realizing it. It wasn't an
uncommon thing for me to do. When I was barely eleven and just learning
the wonderful benefits of masturbation my mother would often catch me
with my hands between my legs and scold me. Many times I was as
surprised as she was because I didn't even realize what I'd been doing.
It was like it was just an unconscious reflex for me to touch myself and
it eventually got to the point I had to make a distinct effort NOT to
touch myself at times.
Well, now that I'd started there was no more holding back. Leaning back
in the chair I faced the two of them and spread open my bare legs which
granted them a full view of me as I started to masturbate in earnest.
That's not to say they seemed all that interested. Kristi was
practically sobbing from the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling as
her mother relentlessly maintained her assault on her daughter's pussy
and with her head buried in Kristi's crotch there was no way she could
see what her naughty niece was up to. Still, I didn't really care all
that much as my finger disappeared inside of me and I literally started
to fuck myself.
I couldn't take my eyes off of the two of them as I continued to
masturbate only now in earnest. It wasn't so much that two of the most
beautiful women I know were fucking each other just a few feet away. It
wasn't that they were mother and daughter. It wasn't that they were my
aunt and cousin. It wasn't even that I had personal sexual experience
with both of them. What was turning me on was the sheer erotic nature of
what they were doing. It was the total and complete sensuality that
seemed to just ooze from them both. What I was witnessing was better
than any porn scene I'd ever seen because this was honest and REAL.
God, my pussy was SOOOOOO hot. It felt like it was on fire and the
flames were spreading through my veins to every inch of my body. I was
so close to cumming, just a little bit more... I closed my eyes and
concentrated completely on my fingers as they touched me exactly the way
I needed to be touched.
OMG! My eyes flashed open as both of my nipples suddenly were tugged and
licked. My aunt was on my right while Kristi was on my left, each of
them planting their mouths on one of my boobs, looking up at me with the
biggest grins. Damn, they must have seen me doing myself and snuck up on
me while my eyes were closed. Then they each ran their hands over me, up
my legs, over my thighs, and then up my stomach until they were cupping
my breasts and then back down again. As for me, my hand was cupping my
pussy, momentarily pausing as I tried to take in what was being done to
me.
"Don't stop now sweetie," my sexy aunt said to me in a gentle,
encouraging tone, "We just wanted to help.
She put her hand over mine and pressed my fingers into my pussy. For a
moment I thought she would take over but clearly she wanted me to finish
myself.
"Noooooo, you do it sweetie, make yourself cum for us," she said in a
voice now husky with lust.
Well, talk about something that didn't need to be said! Actually, it
didn't need to be said from the standpoint that I was going to do it
anyway with or without her encouragement. At the same, it was quite
erotic to hear her say it which only helped me on my never-ending quest
for the perfect orgasm.
God, what would the neighbors have thought if they could see through the
fence and shrubs that surrounded the deck? Did they have a clue what was
going on just a matter of a few yards away from them? Years ago I'd sat
in this very same hot tub and masturbated as I watched them having sex
after a party in their back yard, blissfully unaware the horny teenage
daughter next door was getting quite the eyeful. They'd since moved away
and I wasn't familiar with the new people at all but it was still fun to
imagine the looks on their faces if they saw what was being done to me by
a sexy middle-aged woman and her hot daughter - not to mention what I was
doing to myself at the same time.
Did I orgasm? That's like asking if the sun rises in the east. How
could any normal girl NOT under the circumstances? It would take a
frigid, make that cold-as-ice zombie to ward off the impending results.
When it finally DID come, it was intense and felt good - as it always
does. Yet somehow there was something not quite right. As good as I
felt, maybe I thought it should've been even better given the buildup and
execution. In the end I was left exhausted and feeling as good as I had
all day yet my eyes couldn't help but looking over my cousin's bare
shoulder to the entrance to the house over at the opposite corner of the
deck.
Had my mom looked at all to see what was going on? Growing up, both she
and my dad would often keep an eye on me from my upper bedroom window.
Most of the people I was with had no idea they were being watched but I
certainly knew and that's what made it special. I knew why my dad looked
- no different than any other man would do given the opportunity. With
my mom it had always been something special though, more like it was like
she watched to see me enjoying myself.
My mom seemed to get her own pleasure from seeing me enjoying MY pleasure
more so than touching herself while she gazed down at me. It was
especially true when my dad would have sex with me on the deck. Rather
than sit out there practically on top of us, she would usually watch from
my bedroom instead. Had she done so this afternoon or what was she doing
inside with my father anyway?
"Happy 4th of July," my aunt said to her daughter and me, practically
jolting me out of my deep thoughts. "You know, sometimes I think we need
to do this more often, just us girls, you know?"
Now THAT was a first. I'd never heard my aunt make such a suggestion
before. Usually when she wanted me and Kristi involved, there were
others involved as well - unfortunately usually young boys. Typically I
stayed away from those times but she still tried now and then to convince
me to join them.
She and Kristi started talking but my mind was distracted with thoughts
about what was going on in the house. I was never going to be satisfied
until I found out so finally I got up and grabbed a towel.
"Hey, you guys have fun... I'll be back in a few," I said to my aunt and
cousin.
Wrapping a dry towel around me, I headed for the house. This one was
just a regular bath towel and I was having a hard time keeping it from
falling down on me and it wasn't until it almost fell off completely as I
reached for the screen door handle that I finally realized what I was
doing. For whatever reason, it certainly wasn't a conscious decision on
my part, I'd wrapped a towel around me as if to hide myself. Granted,
I've never been much on nudism in general, but to even bother with a
towel just to run in the house a short distance away didn't make the
least amount of sense - yet that was exactly what I'd done.
Go figure.
Anyway, I kept it around me even though I could feel the bottom edge
coming only about half-way down my butt and my pussy couldn't have been
hidden very well either. I'd tucked in it at the top in my cleavage
which was the only thing keeping it from falling off me again. Still, it
was SOMETHING to wear and I just felt better because of it.
Walking through the door, it was like entering an office for a job
interview. I felt confident but at the same time nervous and wondering
what was waiting for me on the other side. In this case I wasn't hoping
to get job. Instead, I was dreaming of getting a mom again - MY mom.
Chapter 4 - Now What?
=====================
Making my way through the small kitchen, I saw my mom and dad sitting on
the seats on opposite sides of the dinner table. They seemed to be OK
and there weren't any outward signs of an on-going argument yet there was
something about it all that made me feel uneasy. Then I remembered, it
was almost the exact same positions for all of us the time I'd walked in
on them and they first told me they were getting a divorce. They even
had on similar expressions - nothing mean or argumentative, but still
more on the serious side than normal as if the weight of the world was
riding on their shoulders.
My mom turned her head to look at me. I saw her eyes go to the robe I
was wearing and her tight lips curved a bit until she was finally
smiling.
"Seems you're full of surprises today Kelly," she said softly, a full
grin now on her face, "When did you start wearing a towel when coming in
from the deck?"
I could feel my cheeks warming a bit as suddenly I felt a little
embarrassed. I'd never been ashamed of myself in front of my mom before
and I wasn't now either but I could see where she might think I was.
Crap, not exactly the good first impression I was hoping to make. Then
again, what impression HAD I been hoping to make? God I was SO confused!
"Take a seat Kelly, I guess you should be hearing this," my dad said.
From the look my mom gave her ex-husband, I wasn't so sure SHE agreed but
she didn't say anything which left me to my next big decision - sit
where? I could have sat next to either of them as they were on opposite
sides of the table. My dad had made the offer so did that mean I should
sit next to him? Then again, my mom was the "guest" so should I sit next
to her? Did it matter to either of them or would it be taken as some
sort of signal" by me as to whose "side" I was taking?
Then again, maybe I was reading way too much into a simple question - not
exactly as if I didn't already have a solid reputation for reading too
much into most every situation. He just asked me have a seat, not which
parent I was feeling the closest to. Which gave me the idea as to how to
make up my mind. My mom was closest to me at the moment, at least
physically, so I sat down next to her. As I did the towel rose up such
that my bare ass met the cool seat, causing me to let a little
involuntary "oh!".
My mom poked me playfully in the arm saying, "How many times did I tell
you that would happen when you use to run around bare-ass all the time.
Well at least SOMETHING hasn't changed!"
It was just the right thing to say as it broke the rather solemn
atmosphere and we all grinned and laughed together. It was true, growing
up I loved to wear t- shirts and my dad's shirts around the house,
especially at night, and always with nothing else underneath. It didn't
have anything to do with sex or teasing my dad. It was no different even
when I was alone. It was sort of like why I started sleeping nude back
when I was twelve. Sure my parent's sleeping nude was an influence but
once I started doing it I found that I just enjoyed it and slept better
without anything to constrict me. In a similar manner I simply felt
better being bottomless whenever possible. What can I say? That's me.
It was always interesting to me that even in our small household there
were many views on this subject in general. My mom, for instance, NEVER
ran around with nothing on - top or bottom, except maybe a quick scoot to
the bathroom from the bedroom or on the deck to get a towel or something.
On the other hand, her younger sister was all but a raving nudist,
running around naked whenever she could get away with it. I say all but
a nudist as sometimes I really wondered if she did when she was alone as
well or just to tease everyone around her? Then there was my cousin
Kristi, who was the complete opposite to me. Whereas I felt better with
something covering my top and leaving my bottom free, she preferred to
wear a thong or panties and nothing else. Sometime she would wear shorts
or a bikini bottom, but usually it was a thong of some extremely meager
proportions. It wasn't that she was trying to hide anything, but rather
like me she just felt better with something on, even if it WAS almost
nothing at all.
In the middle of all the women there was the man of the house - the only
man of the house for that matter, my dad. Although the women closest to
him had pretty well-established "dress codes", he was never one that I
could pigeonhole quite so easily. For him, it was more like he adapted
to who he was with rather than have his own "style" - clothed or not.
Like when it was just him and me, he usually wore loose boxers at a
minimum and depending on the weather something on top like a t-shirt or a
sweatshirt. With my mom, he was more conservative, his shorts better
fitting so his dick wasn't always "accidentally" falling out of them.
With my aunt and cousin he definitely liked to be nude, especially with
his hot sister-in-law. In fact, one of the first things I noticed after
she started living with him was that he was nude just about anytime I
came over to visit, even when it was unexpected. My mom would have never
tolerated that.
Given my dad's past, was my mom reading anything into my dad's attire at
the moment, or should I say his LACK of attire? He hadn't bothered
putting anything on since she took him from the deck after he'd fucked
me. It was almost like he was telling my mom that he was "dressing" for
my aunt, not her. Then again, was he? Or was I once again reading way
too much into someone's possible purely actions? This time I would've
bet the farm I was right, that he WAS sending my mom a signal, even if it
was one he didn't even realize he was giving her at time.
My hand went to my chest where I tugged at the towel and pushed it in
deeper between my boobs to keep it from falling off yet again. All, my
life I'd never been very good at this little maneuver and my mom must
have noticed my discomfort.
"I hope you're not making yourself all uncomfortable for MY sake Kelly,"
my mom said softly, putting her hand over my free one on the table.
It was just a touch but it was like electricity for me, like that feeling
I got as a young girl when horny boy my age would first start touching
me.
"So what's going on anyways?" I finally had to blurt out.
Neither of them looked too inclined to be the first to answer although
they both seemed amused by my typical lack of patience.
"Oh nothing earth-shattering, I just felt like it was time to come back
and see what was going on here. What better day than today?" mom said
being the first to answer.
My face brightened at which she shook her head and said more ruefully,
"Now don't get me wrong, I didn't mean I came to take part or anything
like that, I just knew I could count on you all being in one place for at
least this specific day.
God, there so many questions I wanted to ask. Since she'd left I was
filled with hurt and worry. How many times had I played this very
conversation over and over again in my mind? You would think by now it
would all come out automatically like an actor doing the same play for
the 100th time. If anything, it was just the opposite. I forgot my
lines like a rookie actress on opening night and there was this
uncomfortable pause as I think she was waiting for me to say something
profound - or anything at all for that matter.
"So... are you guys... ," I started to ask but my dad was the one to
answer this time promptly.
"Please don't go there Kelly. Your mom is here now but don't do your
usual thing and read anything more into it than an afternoon together
with all of us... OK?"
My mom didn't say anything but I noticed her eyes weren't meeting mine
now when I looked at her. Was she embarrassed? Was she afraid to tell
me for herself?
My dad then suggested that I might be better to go get washed up and such
while he and my mom talked some more. I took the hint - not that it was
exactly subtle. I went upstairs, took a shower, and started to lay in my
bed when something came to my mind. Walking over to the window, I looked
down at the deck. Sure enough, they were at it again! God, did they
ever quit?
Normally I might have watched and under the right circumstances, even
masturbated a little but not this time. I was feeling dejected at my
mom's aloofness. What had I expected? For her to come home and everyone
act like nothing had ever happened? After all, my parents WERE divorced,
not just separated. Legally they weren't man and wife although so far as
I was concerned, in the eyes of God they always would be
I threw on one of my favorite men's shirts from my dad's collection and
laid on the bed, trying to close my eyes and relax a little but that was
pretty stupid idea when my long-lost mother was almost right below me in
the kitchen. Usually when I was bored with nothing to do I would
masturbate, even if it was just a light touch. At this moment, though,
the LAST thing I felt like doing was touching myself.
Somehow or another I must have dozed off. I guess all that stuff on the
deck earlier had worn me out more than I'd realized. I woke up with me
laying on my stomach and something was lightly running up the back of my
shirt over my bare back, then back down again until it was playing
playfully with my bare bottom. My first instinct in the haze I was in
was that it was my dad but then the touch was too soft for it to be him.
My eyes popped open wide when I realized who it had to be...
"Mom?" I said softly, hoping like heck I was right.
"Shhhhhh, just relax... I missed this so much," I heard her voice saying
so low I could hardly hear her.
I laid there for what seemed to be the longest time with my head still
turned away from her and my legs slightly apart, hoping her fingers would
work their way down a bit between my thighs. While they DID manage to
tease my inner thighs and the backs of my legs a bit, she never came
dangerously close to my pussy at any time. It was more like what my dad
use to do when I was little before we started having sex.
Eventually she took off my shirt so I was naked on the bed. There was no
sexual intent, it just made it easier for her to touch me and rub my back
with some lotion. As she did she asked me about my teaching, Steve, and
a host of other questions she must have had about me. We talked for what
must have been an hour or so before I finally sat up and then we hugged
and kissed.
"Are you going to stay?" I asked, my voice filled with hope but it was
only to be dashed just as quickly.
She explained that this was just a short visit, that she was in town for
some unexpected business and had to get back to the hotel where some
conference was going on right now.
My heart was broken and I could feel the tears in my eyes as we hugged
yet again. I was still naked but she had every stitch of clothing still
on but it didn't make any difference. Finally we parted and we both
stood up. My mom went over to the window and looked down.
"Oh my, some things just never change," she said, shaking her head
slowly.
I moved past her to look down and not surprisingly, my dad had gone out
back with my aunt and cousin and they were playing on a seat cushion
covered with a towel in the middle of the deck. My dad was sitting down
with his legs stretched out in front of him while my cousin was seated on
his dick, her legs and arms wrapped around her uncle as he turned his
head to lick her mom's pussy which was right in front of him as she stood
there next to them. It was amazing what lust can do for you! Even with
his sexy "ex" finally home, he couldn't keep his cock to himself. Then
again, I wondered if he was the one to start things or had one of them
gone in to fetch him?
I wanted to ask my mom how she felt seeing her husband like that. It
wasn't that he was fucking her niece, THAT she had seen plenty when they
were married. It was more that he was doing her NOW, when she was home
after n9ot so much as a peep for so long. Was she a little jealous that
he could so easily blow her off and go back to what her had planned for
the day? They may be divorced but they HAD been married for over 25
years so it wasn't like they could just split up and never think about
the other again.
Just then it hit me - did she know before today that her sister had moved
in with her ex-husband? I had no idea what, if any, communications my
mom had with our family. She certainly didn't talk to me but who knows
when it came to her sister. They shared everything after all, even
boyfriends back in high school, including my dad and his brothers.
Still, had Linda told her about her new living arrangements?
I didn't ask. OK, so sue me - I chickened out. I figured if she wanted
to say anything to me that she would have already so why rock the boat?
We both went downstairs and out to the deck where my dad had evidently
just finished cumming in his niece judging from the satisfied look on his
face and the broad grin on hers - not to mention the cum dripping from
her pussy.
"Would you guys mind if John and I spent some time alone now?" my mom
asked the three of us.
What could we say? We all gathered our things and headed back to their
house. Even though I lived there now I still referred to it as "their
house", force of habit after 25 years I guess.
Before we left, after my aunt and cousin had walked away my mom took me
by the arm and without a word, we kissed yet again. Then she held me by
the upper arms and looked me straight in the eyes, telling me she loved
me and that she would be getting back in touch with me soon. It was then
I realized she was saying goodbye and tears once again began to flow but
she kissed me and hugged me and said not to worry and that she would
never do it again - by it I took it to mean she was referring to cutting
off communications with me for so long.
And so I left them. They were and always would be my mom and dad, even
if legally they were no longer man and wife. It didn't matter to me, I
loved them both.
Before long we were back at my aunt's house. It wasn't long before I
wasn't thinking about my mom all that much anymore!
PS - Although my mom left shortly afterward, we promised to stay in touch
and she even invited me to come out to Oregon in a bit to visit! I can't
wait!!!!!
THE END