Subject:     Family Day
Story Codes: MF Mg, Fm incest father-daughter, mother-son, bro-sis
Diary Date:  January 31, 2016
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Just when you think the winter blues will never end, something happens to 
take you totally by surprise.  I NEVER expected to be doing this, that's 
for sure!


Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 Never Say Never
   Chapter 2 Party Life
   Chapter 3 I Love Being Married
   Chapter 4 Sunday Finally Cums
   Chapter 5 After Church Surprise
   Chapter 6 An Eye-Opening Experience


Chapter 1 Never Say Never
=========================

Just when I think I have it all figured out, life throws me yet another 
curve ball!  This has been especially true when it comes to my husband 
and his family, even going back to when we first dated in high school.  
Steve was the first boy I "dated" meaning the first guy to ask me out on 
a single date without a bunch of friends accompanying us.  While that may 
not sound like so much, for me it was totally unexpected.  Here I was an 
immature freshman barely turned fourteen who was embarrassed to have the 
smallest chest of all the girls in her circle of friends.  I'd never even 
really kissed a boy before (dad's don't count), let alone done anything 
more.  In contrast, Steve was a popular junior hunk with a reputation for 
dating the best looking girls with one consistent trait - big boobs.  It 
was only in my dreams that he asked me out, I never expected it to 
actually happen!

Thankfully I was able to please him on the first date, even taking his 
cum in my mouth after blowing a guy for the first time although I have to 
admit it was more by accident than any deliberate intent.  I held off 
from letting him fuck me until the third date - I didn't want him to 
think I was TOO easy but at the same time I wasn't taking any chances he 
might get bored with me.  After that he dated me almost exclusively but I 
didn't go out with any of the other boy - I wanted him to know I was 
always there for him and it obviously worked!  

It was only a short time later when I was shocked yet again.  We were 
having sex in his basement, thinking nobody was home, only to have his 
mom walk in right in the middle with both of us nude, Steve on top, his 
dick buried in me as I lay on the couch under him.  Long story made VERY 
short (it's all in my old diary entries if you're curious), I witnessed 
my first incestual act as Steve fucked his mom for the first time.  Wow, 
talk about crazy!  The only incest I'd known was watching my dad's porn 
collection so seeing it in person between people I knew was an eye-
opening experience for sure.

Despite their early encounter, at the time Steve and I got married I was 
confident that any such relationship between them had been scuttled 
immediately after the first time.  Indeed, if anything both of them 
seemed to turn against incest.  Of course I had to tell Steve about me 
and my family before I could accept his wedding proposal, but it wasn't 
something we shared with his mom.  I knew how she felt about Steve's 
younger sister and brother living together and the last thing I wanted 
was for her to feel that way about me.  Mother-in-Laws can be tough 
enough to please as it is without throwing in something like that!

Steve wasn't exactly thrilled to learn my dad had been fucking me since I 
was sixteen.  Nor was he enthralled with the caveat to my proposal 
acceptance that he had to allow that relationship to continue.  Still, he 
loved me enough to understand how important it was to me to submit to my 
father and while he maintained a "don't ask, don't tell" attitude when it 
came to me and my father, he didn't seem to mind the benefits of marrying 
into an incestuous family.  Then again, what guy wouldn't be turned on to 
fuck his wife's mom - with his wife's permission?  Unfortunately that 
same mindset didn't extend to his own mother.  I say unfortunately 
because so long as he was against doing anything again with his mom, we 
couldn't share with her the things we did with my family.  Such a pain!

I can remember as if it happened yesterday the first time we had sex at 
her house when Steve was still living with her after the two of them 
moved back to the Pittsburgh area.  I about had a heart attack when she 
appeared at the bedroom door and watched  silently, just standing there 
without a word or doing anything.  After the first few times the newness 
wore off and we pretty much just ignored the audience after that, but it 
was just one more time when I was taken by surprise by Steve and his mom.

The odd thing though was that while Steve and his mother seemed deadest 
against incest, that only seemed to establish the limits of their 
relationship in that while they never had sex, it didn't stop them from 
fooling around like teenagers in heat.  Once we got comfortable with her 
watching us, that seemed to make it OK for them to fool around in front 
of me.  True, it was never sexual in that they were always dressed to 
some degree and the groping and kissing never fell on bare boobs or 
genitals, but that was about all it did NOT encompass!  For instance, so 
long as there was SOMETHING between his hands and her pussy, even if it 
be the sheerest and laciest panties, it was enough to allow him to fondle 
her and get her off.  So it went for her jerking him off.  So long as he 
had his underwear concealing him, she could grab his cock through it and 
give him a hand job.  I know it sounds a little weird, and trust me, it 
took me ages before I felt comfortable trying to understand their complex 
relationship (and I'm not 100% sure I do now either!).  Still, it seemed 
to work for them and I guess that's what counts.

I have to say, after those initial "surprises" early in our marriage, 
things seemed to settle down and through the next few years and the birth 
of her two granddaughters, I must have started to be complacent based on 
my reaction to yet another crazy day when Steve started to fuck his mom 
in front of me.  The only reason I add in the "in front of me" is that 
despite the strident denials from them both, I'll never buy into the 
storyline that they hadn't been doing it all along.

Perhaps the best news of all of this, for me at least, is that Steve and 
his mom have finally come around to the proper understanding of how 
incest can bring a family closer and be such a positive factor in your 
life.  Forget all that crap you see and read on the internet about 
incest.  REAL incest isn't about child abuse, it's not about old men 
using young girls to get off, it's not abusive.  It's about people 
sharing themselves with those most close to them in the most intimate and 
loving way possible.  Oh sure it's lots of fun too, but I get plenty of 
sex without having to fuck my dad without that being the deciding factor.

The reason I'm happy about all this is for years I was concerned about 
Steve's future relationship with his daughters.  True, they are only 
three and almost one years old and so it's not going to be an issue for 
quite a few years yet, but my hopes have always been that they will be 
the third generation of women in our family to submit themselves to the 
men in their family as is proper to do.  My REAL hope is that they will 
give my husband what my mom gave to her dad - and what to this day I 
regret NOT giving to mine, is their virginity, the greatest gift a girl 
can give her father.

So now anyone would have to think that there's nothing that can surprise 
me any more when it comes to my husband and his mom.  Well, that's what 
I've been thinking for the past couple of years at least.  Just goes to 
show you the wisdom of my dad when he told me many times as I grew up, 
"Never say never."


Chapter 2 Party Life
====================

I've pretty much always been a "party girl" in that I love being with 
lots of people and having fun.  Admittedly, for me that also means having 
sex - or at least being watched which for me makes it all that much 
better.  Really, what's a good party without sex?  LOL

These days I've settled down a bit.  I suppose it's the natural thing to 
do when you pass the big 3-0 and have two kids.  These I'm much more into 
the swapping scene than the sex parties by which I mean trading around 
with other married couples.  Maybe it's the age thing, or maybe having 
been fucked by hundreds of guys now of whom most I never even knew their 
names, but whatever the reason I find that intimacy is so much more 
important to me now.  The old "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" thing simply 
doesn't satisfy me.  Oh sure it has it's time and place but my preference 
now is to swap with an older couple where I get to spend the entire night 
alone with another husband so we can be unrushed and intimate with each 
other.  I know this isn't exactly what my horny husband aspires to but he 
loves me enough to accommodate my changing needs.

Steve, on the other hand... well, what can I say - he's a guy and has the 
same interests and desires most guys have.  As I've gotten older, my 
interests have "aged" as well in that if you want to turn me on, put me 
in bed alone with a forty year-old husband and father for the night.  In 
stark contrast, it seems as Steve has aged and matured (??) it's been 
just the opposite.  These days while I'm pursuing the father, his eyes 
are on his daughter, preferable if she's around twelve to fourteen, maybe 
a little older sometimes.  Of course he'd probably have no problem with 
someone younger but those opportunities are rare indeed.  Again, I've 
found in chatting and being with lots of men his age or so that this is 
more common than not so I've learned to accept it - can't fight DNA.

I'll be the first to acknowledge that not all women share my views when 
it comes to guy's interests, especially when it involves young girls.  My 
mom was a classic example - firmly against it, except in the case of 
incest but that's totally different.  She even finally divorced my 
father, despite loving him intensely, because he was unable to give up 
his involvement with young girls.  While I can't say I wouldn't be 
happier if Steve focused his attention on more "age appropriate" 
relationships, at the same time as his wife I feel obligated to support 
him so long as he doesn't harm anyone or endanger our family.

Knowing my mom's stance on underage sex, I've always assumed Steve's mom 
shared similar views as they are so alike in so many other ways.  Steve 
has never mentioned his interests in her presence, at least when I've 
been around, and so far as I know, she definitely has never been told 
about the family parties we attend.  While she knows my hope and dreams 
for my own daughters, I couldn't even imagine what her reaction would be 
if she ever learned what her son was doing most weekends.

Even though I accept my husband's situation and do my best to support 
him, it's not like its anything I would do on my own without him.  For 
instance, while I allow the young boys to fuck me at the family parties 
when I attend them with him, I would never think about meeting with them 
outside the party setting the way my husband does with his young things.  
As an eighth grade teacher, while some of my charges are admittedly quite 
cute and I'm happy when I see them turned on by me, it's not like I ever 
would even consider doing anything untoward with one of them.  In my 
conversations with other women, it seems to be a shared trait in that 
while there are exceptions to every rule, most older women tend to shy 
away from sexual relationships with young boys unlike their husbands who 
are drawn to their sisters.  Of course this doesn't include incest.  
While I love my daughters dearly I have to admit that I was hoping to 
have a son so one day he could be with me, but that's a totally different 
situation than being with the son of another woman outside your family.

There IS one notable exception - my Aunt Linda, the younger sister of my 
mother.  In many ways I sometimes wonder if they are really blood sisters 
in that they share so many different views.  Some of these are rather 
minor such as my aunt's preference to being nude around the house while 
my mom is almost never without her panties and bra.  At the other end of 
the spectrum is their view on underage sex.  While my mom is almost 
fanatically against it, other than my dad and husband (along with some 
clients when closing one of her real estate deals), I don't think she has 
sex with a boy older than sixteen and THAT's definitely at the high end 
of her age preference.  While they have made up these days, for many 
years things were quite strained between my mom and her sister as my 
mother blamed her for my dad crossing the line from porn to actual sex 
with underage girls - an accusation to which my aunt freely pleads 
guilty.  It didn't help when she moved in with my dad just days after she 
left after the divorce was finalized.

Soooooo, I have to say that at the moment my life is pretty good.  My 
marriage is as strong as it's ever been, I'm healthy  and have a 
satisfying sex life.  Sometimes I wonder if Steve and I aren't getting 
into a bit of a rut but then it's not like that's a negative.  These days 
I don't go to many of his family parties - I leave that to my cousin 
Kristi or her mom to be his "spouse" for the day.  Steve grins and bears 
it when I ask him to arrange a swap with an older couple.  While Steve 
still isn't 100% thrilled about watching me being fucked by my dad, he's 
actually joined in lately - something he never would have even discussed 
not all that long ago.  Our daughters are growing up SO fast and I smile 
when I see that look in my husband's eye's at times - not to mention the 
occasional erection when he's with them.  

At this point, given my history and current life, I was pretty confident 
that there was nothing that would surprise me when it came to our 
families.

Yep... never say never...


Chapter 3 I Love Being Married
==============================

"What do you think about dropping the girls off with Linda and seeing my 
mom after church?"

It wasn't exactly an unusual question coming from my husband, especially 
these days since I had a pretty good idea the reason behind his idea.  It 
wasn't that I minded him asking to visit his mon but what I DID feel a 
little put off by was his timing.  I mean like is THAT what was on his 
mind right in the middle of me giving me a blow job after he'd come home 
from work?

"Really?"

"Yeah... I was just thinking it's been a couple weeks now since we've 
stopped by and all."

Like duh!  Sometimes I have to wonder about my husband.  Obviously the 
incredulous tone in my sarcastic response had done right over his head - 
and I mean the big one up on top, not the little one in my mouth.  THAT 
one was paying VERY close attention if the way it had grown and hardened 
as I enjoyed it.  Men!  Oh well, what can you do about them - other than 
enjoy their dicks.

"Fine with me I guess, I'll check with Linda though to make sure she 
doesn't have any showings," I answered as I reluctantly dropped his dick 
from my mouth and stroked it slowly in my hand.  

Sometimes I think guys forget that blow jobs aren't all about THEM, 
despite what they may think and fantasize.  While I know some girls 
aren't all that thrilled about doing it, for me it's something I actually 
enjoy immensely.  I'll never forget the first time I took Steve's dick in 
my mouth almost seventeen years ago in that dim movie theater.  I was 
petrified someone might see us yet at the same time almost ready to burst 
with anticipation of finally doing what I'd masturbated so many times 
about doing to a guy.  Then when I actually took his stiff cock into my 
mouth, felt the silky smoothness of his skin, smelled the aroma of his 
crotch... I was hooked.  Knowing his dick was so stiff all because of ME 
was such a tremendous compliment and ego booster.  And then when he 
came... OMG that was so crazy as I felt his warm cum spurting into my 
mouth, almost gagging me as I tried to swallow it down before it spilled 
out.

Now, seventeen years later and literally thousands of blow jobs later, I 
still feel a chill when I first take hold of a man's cock and realize in 
a few short moments I'll be sucking on it, bringing him pleasure and 
pleasing him in a way only a good BJ can bring.  What I like the best 
though, is to start out with him soft and take him in my mouth so I can 
feel it respond and grow, expanding further into my mouth and thickening 
with his lust for me.  It's a source of pride for me to get a guy off 
with just my mouth.  Forget all those silly porn videos where the guy has 
to jerk off to cum.  Either the girl is incompetent or it's just for the 
visual of the porn scene as the LAST thing I want is for the guy to have 
to finish himself after I've worked so hard to get him to that point!

While usually a BJ is just a precursor to sex (remember, in my dictionary 
oral "sex" is NOT sex as it does not involve the penetration of a vagina 
by a penis) often times I just like to suck a guy off and enjoy his dick.  
I know Steve certainly doesn't mind when he's watching TV and I lay on 
the couch beside him and just slowly stroke and suck him for sometimes as 
long as an hour or more.  Then there's those times when sex isn't an 
option - like when we're driving around or in a public place where 
fucking me would either be all but impossible either physically or 
legally.  I know Steve loves it but I think I love it just as much, or 
more, when I take him in my mouth at those "inappropriate" times.

So it was when Steve came home from work tonight.  It was late and the 
girls were in bed and I was horny - as usual, LOL.  I'd changed into one 
of his flannel shirts and a pair of wool socks and laid on the couch 
watching TV anxiously waiting for my handsome husband to return to me.  
To say I'm horny most of the time doesn't really accurately describe me.  
I mean like I'm up for sex just about ANY time so I wouldn't say that's 
necessarily "horny".  But tonight I felt this need in me, the desire for 
him more powerful than hunger for food.  It was like my body craved 
something I couldn't give it.  Not that I didn't try!  I LOVE to 
masturbate and I'm pretty confident that not many people - men or women, 
masturbate as often as I do.  Most of the time that does it for me when I 
have that immediate need but face it, my fingers or some artificial toy 
can't take the place of a real cock.  In legalistic terms I guess I'd be 
classified as bisexual as I enjoy sex with man AND women but in terms of 
physical fulfillment, no women can please me like a man for one simple 
reason - she doesn't have a dick.  I can't merge my body with a woman, I 
can't feel a part of her inside of me.  She can't ejaculate her sperm 
inside of me, mating me even if it's more symbolic than actually 
accomplishing anything.  A woman can't give me something that can only be 
shared though sex - be it out of love or lust.  So yes, I LOVE being with 
another girl but faced with a choice... the guy wins every time!

Tonight was one of those nights when no matter how hard I masturbated, no 
matter how many times I brought myself off, I was still left with that 
empty feeling - literally.  Empty in that nothing was in me - no cum, 
nothing physical to tell me how much I turned him on, how badly he wanted 
me.  I guess you could say it was more than just the need for physical 
pleasure - I wanted the emotional high that came from knowing a man 
WANTED me, that he desired me, that he wanted to FUCK me!

So waiting there for my husband I reflected on how wonderful it was to be 
married to him!  Oh sure when I was single and horny I could go out and 
without much trouble find SOMEONE to fuck me but that meant getting 
dressed and having to deal with who knows what.  Being married, I know I 
can always count on my husband to come home and take care of me - not 
that Steve seems to mind indulging me when I need it!  I think it's sort 
of funny how so many guys complain that their wives lose their sex drive 
after marriage and having kids, or how many gripe their wives won't blow 
them.  All I can say is MY husband had better never say anything like 
that to anyone.  If anything, I think I'm the one who initiates sex the 
most and when it comes to sucking him off he is usually the one to play 
the "adult" and tell me to wait until the time is more appropriate.

But being married to Steve isn't just about having a permanent fuck 
buddy.  I can honestly say he's my best friend and confidant.  I share 
EVERYTHING with him and what makes that possible is his love for me and 
lack of selfishness and jealousy.  He knows I love him more than anyone 
in the world and that I am HIS, totally and completely.  Sure my 
religious beliefs compel me to submit to him but that's not the reason I 
do - I simply WANT to.  Now that we've been married and have to adorable 
daughters, I've also been treated to the pleasure of seeing my husband 
develop into a loving and caring father.  

It also doesn't hurt that not only does Steve not mind me having sex with 
other people, he encourages me to do so.  I do the same for him as well 
which is one of the cornerstones of our marriage and a big reason for why 
I think our marriage is stronger today than it ever was.  It turns me on 
SO much to see Steve watching me as another man fucks me!!!  I love it 
when he get to witness how much other men desire his wife, knowing that I 
am HIS and while they may get to enjoy me for a few moments, I'm ALWAYS 
his submissive wife, even when I'm being fucked by another man.  Even 
those times when I'm out alone having sex with someone else, while I may 
enjoy the intimacy and excitement of another man's lust-filled embrace, I 
know he doesn't love me the way my husband does and I could never give 
myself to him the way I yield my body to my husband.

Given all that, hopefully you can understand my feelings when my husband 
finally walked through the door!  My first thoughts when I saw him were 
how handsome he was, how sexy  he looked, and how badly I wanted him - 
right NOW!

Over the years my husband has learned to expect such a greeting so I 
can't say I took him by surprise when I rushed up to him and threw my 
arms around his neck, kissing him passionately as I pressed my boobs 
tight against him.

"Whoa!" he chuckled as our lips finally parted, "Somebody's horny tonight 
I think."

I pressed my hand into his crotch, feeling for the prize I knew was 
hiding under his jeans.  "And whatever gave you that impression?" I asked 
as seductively as I could be (which I'm told can be pretty damn 
seductive!)

"I suppose it wouldn't matter if I told you it was an exhausting day and 
I just need to get some sleep?" he teased me, like THAT mattered to me.

"You can do whatever you want," I responded defiantly, "But I'm going to 
have some of this dick no matter what - sleeping or awake."

It wasn't just a joke... It wouldn't be the first time I'd sucked him off 
as he slept in bed, far be it.  In fact, I find it extremely erotic to 
take him in my mouth as he sleeps soundly, his mind unaware of what I'm 
doing but his cock certainly pays attention.  Actually the first guy I 
ever sucked in his sleep was my dad and it amazed me at the time how his 
dick reacted just as if he was wide awake!

"Yeah but I want more than that... you're going to fuck me."

It was a statement, not a question, and he knew better than to even tease 
me at that point.  Steve knew full well that when his wife wanted to be 
fucked, she wanted to be FUCKED!  Just because I say I'm submissive to my 
husband doesn't mean I don't make demands on him.  Submission is more 
about respect and clarity of roles, not slavery or domination.  Heck, why 
be married if you can't insist on having a good lay now and then?  It's 
not like he doesn't make the same demands of me at times and I'm proud to 
say I've NEVER refused either of the men in my life I've pledged myself 
to - my husband and my father.  OK, maybe a little hard to get sometimes 
and not always enthusiastically, but they never went away unsatisfied.

Which led to us where I left off... me stoking my husband's dick trying 
to figure out what his true motives were.  The fact he wanted to leave 
the girls with my aunt was a sure sign it wasn't going to be a visit to 
grandma's house.  Obviously he was looking to have a little fun.  The 
question was, in what way?  Until recently that was a pretty simple 
question to answer.  We'd stop in, engage in a little chit chat followed 
by Steve and I fucking while Marlene would watch.  Depending on the time 
left, Steve and his mom might fool around a little and that would be 
about it.  

These days it was more complicated now that Steve was openly fucking his 
mom.  Of course his version is that "openly" doesn't apply and they never 
had done it since that day in their basement back in high school but I 
haven't quite bought into that one.  Not that I think my husband would 
deliberately lie to me but is NOT saying something a lie?  Not only did 
that totally change the dynamics of our "private" visits in terms of 
expanding my husband's playtime with his mom, it also seemed to make her 
more open as well in terms of her reaction to watching her son having sex 
with his wife.  For years she would just watch us, never saying anything 
or touching herself which I found so odd (even weird?).  Back when my mom 
would watch me fucking my dad, she would often masturbate and sometimes 
even throw in a few words of encouragement.  It actually made me more 
comfortable now when Marlene would do the same rather than just standing 
there like a statue.

Seeing it was apparent he wasn't about to tell me anything more, not to 
mention the fact I couldn't just continue to all but ignore his wonderful 
erection sliding up and down in my hand, I figured it was a battle for 
another time and resumed my blowjob.  Steve held off a surprisingly long 
time before he was ready to cum.  Hmmmmmm, maybe THAT's why he was so 
late getting home from work?  Maybe a quickie with my cousin?  Not that 
it would be so unusual.

"Almost there baby!" he groaned loudly.

"Fuck me!" I said breathlessly as I dropped his loaded dick from my mouth 
and quickly stood up, turning around so my butt was facing him and 
dropping down on his shaft.  Oh yeah!  I loved the feel of his hard cock 
as it penetrated me, filling me and FINALLY giving me that sensation I'd 
so desired all day.

"OH FUCK!" he groaned again as his hands grabbed my hips and I felt him 
thrust upward, driving my husband's cock as deep inside of me as he could 
and then exploding, shooting his sperm into me over and over again.  
Well, he may have had some fun before this but that certainly didn't seem 
to have diminished his store of cum!

When he finished, I leaned back against him, keeping his dick in me.  
Steve moved his hand up under the shirt I was wearing and cupped one 
breast in each.

"Damn I love it when you're horny!" he sighed breathlessly.

That made two of us.  Now to find out what my husband's plans were for 
Sunday afternoon.


Chapter 4 Sunday Finally Cums
=============================

Sunday finally arrived and so far I'd been totally unsuccessful in my 
efforts to get my husband to divulge his secret.  Actually, for all I 
knew maybe there wasn't one and he was just teasing me.  Steve LOVED to 
tease me, especially when it came to sex so it wouldn't be a big shock to 
find out this was just the usual visit with his mom - minus the girls of 
course.  While I have hopes that one day both of our daughters will carry 
on the family tradition and become the third incest generation, that was 
many years away.  Yes, my husband sometimes gets a little carried away in 
his fantasies but in the end I simply don't believe a three year-old 
should be involved in anything sexual, at least not actively.  If Steve 
wants to masturbate and rub himself on her bottom when she sleeps in bed 
with us, that's one thing.  Having her suck his dick - or even touch him, 
not THAT is NOT appropriate or healthy in my book.

I was sort of hoping that with his plans for the afternoon that maybe 
Steve might forego his usual Sunday morning sleep-in and go to church 
with me.  Of course that meant he'd have to come with me when I stopped 
by my dad's place beforehand but now that he was more open to watching me 
with my dad, that excuse had pretty much been shot down.  Besides, my 
Aunt Linda wouldn't mind him stopping by either!  Other than my mom (and 
now his own mother), she was the only older women I knew that he looked 
forward to having sex with.  Yeah, he would go along with me when I 
wanted to swap with other married couples, but I know in his heart (and 
crotch) where his true desires fall - their young daughters.  Oh well, 
compromise if all part of being married, right?

So when I'd finished my morning routine in the bathroom I was a little 
disappointed to find my sleepy husband still laying under the covers.  
Obviously he had no intention of joining me so I left him alone.  Maybe 
had the covers been thrown back showing me his wonderful dick I meant of 
been tempted but at the moment I was thinking more of where I was heading 
- my dad's house.

As much as I love being married to Steve, as much as he is the number one 
man in my life, there's one thing he can never be - my dad.  I have to 
admit that while I say that Steve is number one, that's only true so long 
as we're married.  After all, Steve is just my husband whereas my dad is 
my father.  In theory I can always marry another husband but there's only 
one father in my life.  It's no different than what my Aunt Linda faced 
so many years ago when her husband wanted her to stop having sex with her 
dad.  Even though he knew about everything when they got married, 
shortly after they had my cousin Kristi he became jealous and possessive, 
insisting that she stop having sex with my grandfather.  Unfortunately 
she finally had to make the most difficult decision in her life - she 
divorced him.  I thank God every day that my husband is so much more in 
love with me and so much more understanding.  It would kill me to have to 
make the same decision my aunt made if those circumstances ever arose!

It was a cold Pittsburgh day so I chose to wear a dress that was a little 
more conservative than usual - one of the ones from my "school 
collection".  My wardrobe is pretty much divided into two categories - 
school and not school.  Teachers these days are being held to such strict 
moral codes and the dress codes, especially for the women, have become 
almost ridiculous.  It's pretty easy to tell which category a particular 
outfit belongs.  Anything that extends below the knee - school.  Anything 
that shows cleavage - not school.  Utilitarian (as in comfy) underwear - 
school.  Sexy panties and bras (as in desired to appeal men) - not 
school.  Flats  - school.  Hooker heels - not school.  You get the 
picture.  For the most part I tried to restrict the school collection to 
work only.  While I may not wear my sluttiest outfits to church, that 
doesn't mean I have to dress like an old lady either.  If nothing else, 
I've found over the years that the best place to meet up with married men 
isn't some bar but rather church!

Given the temperature outside I picked out some sheer black thigh-high 
hose to wear - not that anyone would know it wasn't pantyhose but I knew 
my dad would appreciate my efforts, especially given that was all that 
was under the dress - top or bottom.  Outside of work about the only time 
I wear underwear out is when I want to make an impression on a guy.  Any 
stripper will tell you that men are more turned on when you hide a little 
to start, especially if it's sexy and he gets to think that nobody else 
can see it but him.  Other than that, I HATE bras and thankfully am 
fortunate to have boobs that have pretty much have held up over the years 
through two pregnancies and a 30th birthday.  Yeah, gravity and kids have 
taken their toll but I still feel pretty good when I stand naked in front 
of the mirror.  I guess being a MILF isn't so bad.

After one last look in the mirror and a quick brush of the hair, I 
grabbed my winter coat.  Checking on the girls, they were going well and 
yet again I thanked my lucky star to have two kids who actually sleep in 
most mornings!  Steve would take good care of them so no worries there as 
I closed the door behind me and headed out to the parking lot to my car.  
Even though my coat was long and my legs were covered I still was 
shivering when I started the car!  Dang I hate winter!  If my ties to the 
'burgh weren't so strong I'd get my hubby to move us to Florida in a 
heartbeat!  My fantasy is to live where I can wear shorts and a bikini 
year 'round.

As I drove to my dad's place, my thoughts wandered between anticipation 
of seeing my dad and whatever was going to happen after lunch but the 
closer I got the more I was focused on him.  I love Sundays.  First 
there's church, something that's always been a central point in my life.  
Then there's the "before church" tradition my dad and I established after 
I moved out of the house.  My parents have always been big on family 
establishing and maintaining family traditions in that they can be the 
glue that holds us all together.  One of my favorites back in high 
school was when my dad first started coming to my room in the morning 
before he left for work.  At first I think it was just something that 
came over him one morning waking up horny but it worked out so well that 
he started coming back more and more often until it became pretty much a 
daily thing.  We usually didn't have sex.  Indeed, often I wasn't even 
awake and he would just masturbate and leave his cum somewhere on me to 
discover later when I awoke.  Most times I'd just blow him but now and 
then when he had the time he'd slip in next to me and fuck me.  Needless 
to say those mornings were my favorite!

After college I moved back home and we resumed our morning tradition but 
of course once I moved out we couldn't  continue so instead we worked out 
what has now become a new tradition - the "before church" tradition.  It 
works out nicely for us both as Steve isn't a big church goer (don't even 
get me started on that), nor is my Aunt Linda, so that pretty much leaves 
early Sunday morning open for me and my dad to get together.  It's not 
like we go all out as usually I don't make it over until maybe a half 
hour or less before the service starts, but it's enough rekindle the 
special bond that only occurs between a father and his daughter.  I often 
tell people I don't fuck my dad so he'll love me, I fuck him because he 
loves me!  Being together with my dad, joined with him in the most 
intimate manner we can be, feeling his desire and love for me as he 
penetrates my pussy with his hard incestuous dick, makes me feel so 
wonderful.  It's a mixture of love and security, of lust and self-
esteem, and of course a good dose of physical pleasure that I only feel 
when my father fucks me.  

So now, almost fifteen years after we first started having sex, I still 
feel a tingle between my legs and a flush to my face when I think about 
being with my dad.  I mean like how could I ever grow tired of pleasing 
him?  When he cums inside of me (which is maybe 95% of the time), it's 
like my purpose in life has yet again been clarified.  The look in his 
eyes when he is fucking me, the expression on his face as he releases his 
love for me deep within my pussy, the compliments and lustful thoughts he 
expresses to me after he fucks, make me feel so much like the woman and 
daughter I want to be for him.

Arriving at the house, I could feel my pussy already wet with 
anticipation.  I felt a little guilty arriving late - we'd only have 
maybe ten minutes or so if we were to arrive at church before the first 
hymn was over.  Actually I think if we ever showed up on time people 
would be in shock!  I love to imagine what would happen if they knew WHY 
we were always a little late, why my face was always a little flushed, or 
what was threatening to drip down my thigh as we took our seats in the 
pews.  Sometimes I'd look around and wonder if any other father and 
daughter seated together had spent their time before church enjoying what 
my dad and I had.  After all, who would ever suspect WE did it?

Things worked out pretty well this morning, despite me being late.  My 
dad seemed to be feeling unusually horny this morning and he had already 
taken a seat in the kitchen with his pants undone and cock in his hands - 
all nice and hard for his only daughter.

"Mmmmmmm, hi daddy, wanna fuck me?" I greeted him with a grin.  Like, no 
sense in beating around the bush, right?  Besides, my dad may be my 
father but he's also 100% male and every man loves it when a woman asks 
him if he wants to fuck her - especially when that woman is his daughter.

"I'd say that should be pretty obvious, don't you think?" he said 
jokingly, nodding down to where his hand was gripping his erection.

"Well, I don't know daddy... maybe you were just masturbating thinking 
about some little girl," I teased him as I took off my coat and hung it 
over the chair next to him.

My dad smiled.  "Well, in fact I was - her name was Kelly and I was 
thinking about that incredible yellow bikini she use to wear."

I smiled as I knew exactly what he was talking about.  The bikini he 
mentioned was the first really slutty bikini I'd ever worn.  Of course my 
dad had bought it for me.  Even though I was only twelve at the time and 
barely had bumps on my chest, I can still remember how proud I felt to 
try it on and model it for him.  I felt so grown up!  He had me sit on 
his lap and as he rubbed my thin legs I remember feeling him growing 
underneath me.  While we were still years away from establishing a 
sexual relationship, my mom had made sure I knew all about men and how 
their dicks behaved - especially my dad's.  As I said before, he may have 
been my father but as my mom was always pointing out to me, he was still 
a man and men have certain reactions to sexy little girls.  I remember 
blushing by the implication that I was sexy as at that age I certainly 
didn't see myself that way in the mirror, especially when I compared 
myself to some of my friends.  Allowing me to feeling his erection 
growing was probably the best thing he could do in terms of building my 
self-confidence at an age where so many girls find their self-esteem 
plummeting.  The funny part was, call me naive (but then remember I was 
only twelve), I had no idea at all what that erection REALLY meant.

"You wanted so bad to fuck me then, didn't you daddy," I murmured as I 
slowly lifted my dress to reveal my bare pussy to him.

"Oh my god, you have NO idea!" he gushed, even though he knew perfectly 
well he'd probably told me a thousand times over the years how badly he 
HAD wanted to.  This was just a little game we played, I guess you could 
call it foreplay, LOL.

"Well, then why don't you fuck me now?" I asked almost rhetorically as I 
was already positioned over him and needed only to drop a few inches to 
make that happen.

"God I love you Kelly," he groaned as my pussy contacted the tip of his 
dick.  As wet as I was, he easily slipped in and next thing you know I 
was seated on his lap with my bare butt on his legs, his incestuous dick 
buried to the hilt in side of me.

"I love you inside of me daddy," I whispered as I circled my hips just 
enough to feel my dad's incestuous cock move inside of me, "Fuck me 
daddy... I want you to cum in me."

Given our mutual state of arousal before we even got started, I knew it 
wouldn't take long for him to fulfill my wish but then I was surprised 
when my aunt walked into the kitchen.

"Running a little late this morning, eh Kelly?" she said with a smile.  
As usual, she was nude - and still not bad looking for a woman almost 
fifty.  I think the only time my Aunt Linda ever wore clothes around the 
house was when we had visitors and even then it was a tossup depending on 
who they were.

"Shit Linda, I was just about to cum!" my dad grumbled.

Linda just waved him off saying, "Yeah right, like I don't have ears.  
You guys just started so give me a break John, not even Kelly can make 
you cum THAT fast."

Aunt Linda squeezed past us, stopping for just a moment to give me a 
quick kiss before heading over to the coffee maker.

"Forget it daddy... you can do it," I encouraged him, bouncing on his 
shaft a little faster as I squeezed down on his cock with my pussy.

"Fuck that feels good when you do that," he moaned, making me grin.  Like 
after the hundreds of time he'd fucked me I didn't know all the little 
things to do to make my dad feel good!

"Then fuck me daddy, fuck your slutty little girl," I replied, "Give me 
your love... show me how much you love me."

I looked over at where Linda had poured her coffee and was now leaning 
back against the counter top to watch.  I was pleased when she started to 
rub herself - nothing all that much but enough to signal she was enjoying 
the show.  For just a moment I felt a touch of sadness as it brought back 
memories of my mom doing the same when my dad would fuck me in this very 
chair back when I was a teenager.  Fortunately my thoughts were 
interrupted...

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum!" my father gasped as he pulled he down tight 
in his lap to drive his dick completely inside of me.  I could feel his 
thick pubic hair against my bare  butt and giggled a little, just as I 
always has since I first felt it when I was so much younger.  True, back 
then his dick wasn't in me, but I still enjoyed the sensation.

"Finally," my aunt teased softly as she sipped on her coffee while my dad 
proceeded to unload his cum in me.  I closed my eyes and concentrated 
totally on my crotch, reveling in the unique sensation of my father 
mating me.  Granted, the very idea of ever fathering his child has never 
crossed my mind, but the erotic symbolism cannot be denied.

"You're incredible Kelly," my dad whispered as I lifted myself off of him 
and turned so he could kiss me.  I quickly made my way to the kitchen to 
grab a few paper towels to wipe off whatever of his cum I could as it was 
already starting to drain out of me.

"Yep, won't want to mess up those pew cushions now, do we?" my aunt 
teased me as she watched me clean up.  It wasn't the cushions so much 
that concerned me, it was my dress between me and that cushion.  It 
wouldn't be the first time if some of if soaked into my dress and left a 
wet spot showing, but it was also something I tried to avoid as it left 
too many open questions.

By the time I was done my dad was already sipped up and tightening his 
belt.  Then I remembered!  

"Oh Linda, can you watch the girls this afternoon?" I asked, not 
believing I had let it go this late before checking with her, "Steve 
wanted to visit his mom after I got back from church."

Aunt Linda gave me a sly grin before nodding her head.  "No problem.  
Anything else I can do to help a son fuck his mom?"

"Oh stop it!" I answered, pretending to be outraged at her boldness.  It 
seemed to me that ever since Steve had started fucking his mom it was 
like my aunt was a little jealous.  Steve didn't fuck many older women 
on his own so I guess I could understand why she had been enjoying her 
exclusivity.  

"Well, don't blame me - why else wouldn't you leave the girls with me?" 
she responded as if she was the aggrieved party.

"Well, maybe he'll stop by to pick them up and personally thank you," I 
teased her back.

"Is that a promise?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

My dad was ready and broke in, "That's enough you two.  Let's go Kelly, 
we're late."

Actually we weren't all that late - the first chorus had barely started 
when we took our seats.  It had been less than ten minutes though since 
my dad had cum in me and my pussy was still tingling!

"I love you daddy," I whispered spontaneously into his ear as the organ 
played.

What I REALLY wanted to say was "I love you to fuck me daddy," but then, 
we WERE in church after all!


Chapter 5 After Church Surprise
===============================

When we got back to my dad's place after church so I could get my car, I 
was a little surprised to see Steve's truck parked on the curb.  That was 
a little unusual!  What did my husband have up his sleeve now?  
Unfortunately, I soon found out.

"What the...?" I burst out when I entered the living room and say what 
was unfolding.  There were my two perfect little angels, three year-old 
Kylie and almost a year old now Mia, playing in the middle of the rug 
which was just fine - Kylie was already imitating me, being the little 
mommy to her younger sister.  What was NOT just fine was seeing my 
husband fucking my aunt on the couch.  My Aunt Linda was on her knees, 
leaning down on her elbows, as my naked husband was drilling her from 
behind like he was ready to hit oil.

"Ooops!" was all Steve could say yet at the same time his rhythm didn't 
slow a notch.

"Dang it Steve!  How many times have I told you no sex in front of the 
girls?" I whined.  Well, technically that was no sex with anyone but each 
other as we'd never tried to hide anything, at least not yet, from our 
daughters.  What I was against was them seeing us having sex with other 
people, even if that person was a family member.  Well, make that 
especially with a family member.  Kids at that age talk (at least Kylie 
does) and they haven't learned yet what's appropriate and what needs to 
be kept confidential.

"Kelly, lighten up.  They're not paying any attention," Steve protested 
as he continued unabated.

"That's not the point Steve, and you know it," I answered more sternly.

"Well, at least let me finish, OK?" he bargained.

My eyes rolled and I huffed with my arms folded in front of me.  Like 
what was I supposed to say?  Sure I could protest but in the end it was 
his word that took priority.  At least he was right about one thing, 
neither girl was paying any attention - a situation I intended to 
maintain.  Scooping them up, I headed to the kitchen where my dad was 
studiously making a cup of coffee, trying to pretend he had no idea what 
was going on.

"Men!" I huffed.

My dad leaned over and hugged me.  "Don't be so hard on him Kelly.  I'm 
sure Linda was an influence as well."

Of that I had no doubt.  Unlike her older sister (my mom) or me, Linda 
had a far different viewpoint when it came to kids and sex.  Little did I 
know growing up how much my younger cousin had been involved with her 
boyfriends.  Little wonder Kristi grew up to drop out of college and 
become a full-time prostitute!  Thankfully she'd "retired" some years 
before but I knew she still put her formidable talents to work helping 
out her mom in a tough real-estate environment.

It was something like fifteen or twenty minutes before my husband and 
aunt finished during which my daughters played with their grandfather.  I 
smiled as I watched little Kylie sitting on his lap.  How many more years 
before she too was treated to the pleasure of feeling her grandfather's 
cock growing underneath her?  I knew for me it was around my 8th birthday 
when his interest grew.  Well, that was almost five years from now so 
plenty of time before I had to deal with it.

Eventually Steve was back dressed although my aunt stayed nude.  
Evidently she was free for the afternoon so why bother getting dressed?  
I gave my dad a farewell kiss as Steve did the same with my aunt .  A hug 
for the girls and we were off to his mom's place.  It would take at least 
a half-hour to get there so maybe I could worm it out of him by then as 
to what his devious plan was.


Chapter 6 An Eye-Opening Experience
===================================

No luck, we arrived at Steve's mother's place without me having anything 
further to go on.  I'd even tried sucking him off as he drove - that 
ALWAYS worked but I guess having just fucked my aunt he was inoculated so 
to speak against my charms and amazingly turned me down!  Then again, 
he's not sixteen anymore so maybe he wanted to save himself for his 
mother??

In any case, we pulled in the driveway and quickly made our way into the 
house since Steve had a key of course.  The kitchen where we entered 
through the side door was quiet - indeed the whole house seemed empty at 
first glance although I knew she had to be home as her car was parked 
outside.

I looked at Steve with a curious expression but just as he seemed about 
to say something I heard a sound coming from the hallway.  Evidently his 
mom had company!

"What the...?" I started to ask but Steve just put his finger to his lips 
signaling me to be quiet.  A big grin came over his face as he motioned 
for me to follow him.  Oh boy, what was going on?  Something told me that 
this afternoon wasn't going to be the usual mother-son routine.

I took my coat off first as the house was plenty warm but then his mother 
always seemed to like it a few degrees warmer than I would have 
preferred.  Following Steve down the hallway, my mind was racing as I 
wondered who was with his mother?  So far as I knew she wasn't dating 
anyone although I knew she did occasionally go out with some "friends 
with benefits".  She might be getting older but she wasn't dead!  Still, 
she'd never so much as hinted as ever bringing anyone home, let alone 
having them join in with us.  I couldn't believe that she would divulge 
her incestuous relationship with her son so would that mean Steve would 
just be fucking me as his mom did it with whoever she was with now?  So 
many possibilities!

Of all the potential scenarios, all the possibilities, even my most crazy 
and out-of-this-world fantasies, none of them prepared me for what I saw 
peeking around the open bedroom door.  OK... so maybe had it been a dog 
rutting her I might've been more shocked but even then only slightly.  Oh 
my God!  There was Steve's 51 year-old mother, naked as the day she was 
born, laying on her back with a pillow tucked under her head as she was 
being fucked furiously.  The thing was, it wasn't some guy from her work, 
someone she'd picked up at a bar, or even the neighbor guy next door.  At 
least, not the neighbor GUY but who knows, maybe it was his son.  Yes, my 
mother-in-law was being fucked by what looked to be maybe a fourteen or 
fifteen year-old boy!!  I hate to say this but my first thought was, 
damn, he's cute, but then my common sense returned.  I looked at Steve 
who had been watching me, obviously looking for my reaction.  Well, he 
wasn't disappointed.  I was shocked, more so than I could even begin to 
express.  What the hell was going on?

Steve smiled like a cat with a fresh bowl of milk.  Then he nodded back 
into the room but more around the door where I hadn't seen yet.  I poked 
my head in further and was struck by yet another major surprise.  Not 
only was his mother being screwed by some young boy, it looked like his 
sister was having a good time watching.  Unlike what I assumed was her 
brother, she was fully dressed in the cutest little cheerleader outfit.  
It was emblazoned with the name of one of the local middle schools and 
looked to be authentic so I assumed she really WAS a cheerleader.  Not 
that it changed anything.  The sweet little brunette with the pixie cut 
didn't seem to notice either of us, not that I could blame her.  She was 
focused on the scene on the bed, sitting Indian style on the overstuffed 
chair with her right hand planted inside her little cheerleader panties, 
rubbing herself as furiously as her brother was fucking Marlene.

I grabbed Steve by the arm and yanked him back into the hallway and down 
to the kitchen where we couldn't be heard.

"What... the... HELL... is... going... on?" I demanded through gritted 
teeth.  If my slow, deliberate tone didn't convey my anger, my use of a 
swear word certainly did.  Steve knew full well I never swear unless I'm 
REALLY angry!  (BTW - I don't consider "fuck" a swear word, it's a 
descriptor).  

"Seemed pretty obvious to me," he said back with a grin I wanted to slap 
off his face.

"So you KNEW this was going to be going on?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders.  "Well, let's just say I had a pretty 
strong suspicion.  If anyone, you should know how these things work, you 
never know for sure until they happen."

"Who are they?" I demanded, not letting up the pressure.

Steve's face sorta screwed up as evidently he wasn't sure.  "Not really 
sure," he answered, confirming my read, "I think they belong to a couple 
we swapped with not long ago."

When Steve said "we", I knew he was NOT referring to him and me so he 
must have meant his mother.  Dang, another one out of the blue,  Since 
when had he and his mom started swapping?  Oh well, THAT was one for 
another time.  I had bigger fish to fry.

"And she knows we were coming over?... So she knew we'd see this?"

"Well, why not?" Steve responded as if it was obvious.  Then he couldn't 
help but grin again.  "Guess we know now where the my genes for little 
girls came from."

Yeah, it looked like it was "like mother like son" alright.  

"So let me guess... the little cheerleader... she's for you?"

Steve rubbed his hands together gleefully.  He seemed entirely too happy 
with the entire situation for me.

"God I hope so!" he gushed, "Damn, you see how cute she is?"

I couldn't help but sigh.  "Oh Steve, c'mon really.  She looked like she 
was in sixth grade... maybe."

"I know!" Steve smiled, "Just perfect."

Maybe for him.  To be honest, I really didn't care what the hell he did, 
who he fucked, or how old she was.  My issue was why get me involved?  
Just when I thought we had things worked out with the family parties, 
here he was pulling me back into it again.  Although I knew I'd likely 
regret asking, I had to know.

"So why bring me?" I asked reluctantly, "Seems you and your mom are all 
set up for the afternoon."

Steve seemed hesitant to respond but I waited him out.

"Really, it wasn't my idea Kelly," he protested.

"Oh really?  You're trying to tell me your mom set this up?"

"What can I say babe?  She did!  Believe me, this is the first time for 
this.  I've never seen her with anyone like this before and so far as I 
know, it's her first time."

Now THAT was stretching my credulity to the limit and my expression must 
have told him.

"Seriously, it was just a couple weeks ago when I slipped about one of 
the parties and next thing I knew she was all over it.  Trust me Kelly, I 
was as surprised as you were but evidently this is something she's had a 
thing for a long time, just didn't think I would approve."

"And the girl?"

"Well.  She wasn't going to have me just watch, right?"

"Whatever... so still, why me?"

Steve took a deep breath and all I could think was, here it comes...

"She wants to watch the kid fuck you... and maybe even the sister as 
well."

"WHY???" I asked plaintively, "You know how I feel about that sort of 
thing."

"C'mon Kelly, we both know you enjoy it so get off your high horse," 
Steve said, suddenly changing tact and taking the offensive.  "You know, 
you always complain about me having sex with girls and making you have 
sex with boys.  Yet every time I've watched you I could tell you loved 
every minute of it."

I just stood there, not sure what to say.  He was right, unfortunately.  
Just goes to show how easily your body can override your mind when it 
comes to sex.

"So just shut up, OK?" he continued, "You're going to go in there and 
show my mom what a nasty little slut her daughter-in-law can be.  Got it?  
I'm your husband so I don't want to hear any more of your shit."

It was a rare event when Steve took the "I'm your husband" route so I 
knew he must be pretty worked up.  No doubt the thought of that young 
girl in the back bedroom had a lot to do with it.  He wanted her badly, 
of that I was certain.  She was everything I knew turned him on - just 
barely entering puberty, sweet and innocent looking (although I had 
plenty of doubts that there was anything innocent about her), even 
dressed up in his favorite fantasy outfit for a girl her age.  I wanted 
to slap myself as I felt myself start to get turned on a little thinking 
about her bald little pussy hiding under those dark cheerleader panties!

"Yes Steve," was all I could get out.  It was all that was necessary.

My husband turned to head back down the hallway when he stopped and 
turned back to me with a bright-eyed look.  Crap, now what?

"I know, let's strip down and enter nude.  That would be so cool, don't 
you think?"

I didn't really agree but then by now I wasn't about to dispute anything 
he said.  We both quickly disrobed but then I started to pull down my 
hose he stopped me.

"Leave those one, OK.  You look so sexy when you just wear hose and 
nothing else," he told me.  Then he added, "The shoes too - those heels 
are so hot.  I'll never understand how you can walk in them but I love 
them."

Yeah, four-inch heels CAN be a pain, literally.  But it was worth it to 
see the looks I got when I wore them.

"Ready?" he asked.  Well, HE was ready, that was for sure.  OMG, his dick 
was already stiff as a pole!

Before I could answer he took off with me behind.  Did I ever mention 
what a cute ass my husband had?

"Surprise!" Steve let out as he entered the room with me in tow.  It was 
rather interesting in a detached way to observe the variance in the 
responses by the three people already in the room.  Steve's mom looked 
over and smiled.  The boy just glanced over and then kept on fucking her 
as if nothing happened.  The girl's hand show out of her panties and she 
pulled down her skirt although it barely covered the view of her crotch.

"There's my boy," Marlene greeted him, "Finally made it.  I was starting 
to wonder if you guys were gonna chicken out?"

"No way..  and miss THIS?" Steve chuckled.

Then Marlene turned her attention to me which was rather remarkable 
considering the kid mounting her was still fucking her non-stop.

"Ahhhhh, Kelly.  I know this must be a bit of a surprise for you but then 
from what all Steve's told me, it's not your first rodeo, is it?"

A "bit of a surprise"?  Talk about winner of biggest understatement of 
the year!  And what the heck had my husband been telling he about me?  
She made it sound like this was something I did all the time.  Still, 
from the look Steve was giving me I knew better than to say anything and 
instead tried to be as enthusiastic as I could.

"You could say that Mom," I said.  I still felt funny calling someone 
else "mom" but she insisted I do so I did it to make her feel better.  
Anything to make the mother of my husband happy, right?

"Well, don't let me deprive you any further then," she went on.  "Derek, 
would you like to fuck my daughter-in-law for a while?"

For the first time since we arrived the kid stopped humping her.  Oh to 
have the stamina of a teenager!

"Sure!" was all he said but the look in his eyes as he turned his 
attention to me spoke volumes.  He might be barely a teenager but there 
was no doubt he was in charge and ready for me.

"How old are you Derek," I said as I laid down next my Marlene.  

"Yesterday was my 15th birthday," he replied proudly.  

"You're cute," I complimented him, trying to be civil, "I bet you get to 
have sex with a lot of girls."

Derek shrugged as he moved over from Marlene to get on top of me, his 
stiff dick glistening with her pussy wetness.  "I guess so.  Mostly my 
mom and sisters.  Mom says now that I'm fifteen I can start dating so 
we'll see."

It was more of an answer than I expected.  I DID pick up on the plural 
when it came to his sisters though.  I couldn't help but wonder where the 
little one in the corner fell in the family line compared to her sister 
(or sisters?  Who knew?)  I didn't ask as it just didn't seem like the 
right time to chit chat when a young boy was aiming his dick up to fuck 
me in front of my husband and his mother.  This would be the first time 
Marlene would see me have sex with anyone besides her husband.  
Admittedly I had fantasized in the past about what it would be like to 
have her join us with other people but I was thinking more in line with 
someone like my dad, not the local eighth grade!

"Wow, you're pretty tight," Derek grunted as he pushed himself into me 
rather unceremoniously.  Still, I can't say I didn't enjoy the feeling 
as his dick pushed deeper and deeper.  At fifteen (even if barely) it 
wasn't like he was a little boy and his dick was surprisingly big for his 
age as well so it felt good inside of me.

"You were right honey," I heard Marlene say to her son, "She DOES look 
hot getting it from a young boy."

Well, I hated to tell her (so I didn't) but Steve thought I looked hot 
begin fucked by ANY guy - young or old.  Still, given his sexual 
persuasions I didn't doubt he would rate it a little hotter on the scale 
to see me with a boy this age rather than his father.

"So what do think of my present Steve?" I could hear Marlene although 
with Derek hovering over me I couldn't see anything.  At fifteen he was 
at least as tall as me.

"She's perfect mom," Steve answered.  I could only imagine how his dick 
must have been twitching at the sight of her.

"It's OK Chelsea, this is my son Steve," Marlene was saying.

"Hi Chelsea, nice to meet you," Steve introduced himself, "Do you mind 
telling me how old you are?"

I could barely make out her reply, more because her voice was so high 
than the volume, but I was pretty sure she said she was ten.  OK, so that 
was maybe a little at the low end of the scale, even for Steve, but right 
on the mark had it been my dad.

"Well you look so much older," Steve complimented her, "You're really 
quite beautiful."

I couldn't hear much after that but then with Derek fucking me even 
harder now nobody could blame me for being a bit distracted.  OK, so 
guilty as charged.  I was being fucked by a teenage boy who'd just 
celebrated his 15th birthday... and I was loving every moment.

"Your mom must love the way you fuck her Derek!" I moaned as he pushed 
himself in deep and held himself there to catch his breath for a moment.

That got a smile from him finally.  He'd looked so serious when he was 
concentrating on fucking me!

"Yeah, she says I get better with each birthday."

"Oh really?  So how many birthdays have you been fucking your mom?"

"My 10th was the first one but we fuck more than on my birthdays."

"Oh I'm sure you do... I'm sure you do," I sighed as I could feel his 
dick throbbing inside of my wonderfully fucked pussy.  "And your 
sisters?"

"Oh," he answered almost as if it was no big deal, "Chelsea's my fav but 
Steph's OK too."

"And how old is Stephanie?  I take it that's her full name?"

"Yeah but nobody calls her that except dad when he gets mad," he tossed 
in, "She's a year older than me."

"So I assume your dad fucks them both?"

"Oh sure, of course he does, me too sometimes."

Oooooookkkkk, so I wasn't going down THAT path any further!  Fortunately 
it was taken out of my hands as little Chelsea, now naked as the day she 
was born, plopped down on the bed beside me.  Oh lord, she was even cuter 
nude than in the cheerleader outfit, if that was possible!  Her boobs 
weren't much more than puffy nipples and her crotch was baby smooth but 
she was starting to thin out, losing the baby fat, and the first signs of 
hips starting to make their way to her form.

"I think your husband's going to fuck me now," she said to me rather 
matter-of-factly.  I wasn't sure if she was just being overly informative 
or if she meant to tease me.  From the way she said it and got into place 
though, I got the idea she was simply telling me what was going to 
happen, as if it was the most natural thing to do to have some guy three 
times your age that you never met before have sex with you.

"Do you like being fucked Chelsea?" I asked her as Derek cocked his head 
to listen.  It was the first time he'd actually stopped moving as even 
before he couldn't quite keep completely still with his dick pressed up 
into me.

"Oh yeah... Derek fucks me best but don't tell my daddy!" she gushed.  
The look she have her brother as she said it was one of pure adoration 
and love.  She was infatuated with him and that included having sex with 
him, that was apparent.

"Oh, does your brother fuck you a lot?"

Chelsea giggled, suddenly looking every part the ten year-old fifth 
grader.

"Yeah... a LOT!" she said, biting her lip and gazing at her brother with 
what could only be described as  being as much lust as I'd ever seen in a 
girl her age.  "I wish he fucked me more though."

She giggled and Derek just shook his head.  "Geeze sis, we do it every 
day now as it is!"

"Yeah but if you wouldn't do it with mommy so much you could do me more," 
she pouted, again sounding every but her age although the topic of 
discussion was anything BUT age appropriate.  

"OK kids, that's enough," Marlene broke in, suddenly acting as the mom, 
"Derek, why don't you finish fucking Kelly so Steve can enjoy your 
sister?"

Not like he had to be told twice as once again the rhythm commenced.  It 
was hard to believe he was just fifteen!

"Can I get on top?" I heard Chelsea say, "It's easier with my dad that 
way."

I felt the bed bounce as Steve got on his back and little Chelsea 
scrambled to get on top.

"Wanna lick me first?  Daddy says it makes it easier since I'm so small."

Steve was close enough to me that as Chelsea straddled his face I could 
feel her smooth thighs against me, moving as she rocked on his face as he 
licked her ten year-old bald pussy.

"Oh I like that!" she giggled.  Like, how was I supposed to concentrate 
on being fucked when this little sideshow was taking place right next to 
me?

"Let me ride you," I proposed to Derek.  He seemed ok with it and without 
a word pulled out of me, leaving me with that suddenly empty sensation I 
get whenever a guy abruptly pulls about of me when he's been fucking me a 
while.  It's like my pussy protests and wants to be filled again!

A few maneuvers and soon Derek as next to Steve but instead of me sitting 
on his face as Chelsea was with Steve, I was more anxious to have his 
dick back in me so as quickly as possible I was straddling his hips with 
his dick buried once again.

Click!

I was more than a little surprised - and a bit alarmed, so hear Marlene's 
iPhone make that noise it does when it snaps a picture.  OK, so nobody 
mentioned anything about recording any of this for posterity.  Still, 
what was I supposed to do?  If Steve was OK with it then I really 
couldn't say anything.  Well, it WAS his mother so all I could do was 
trust her to not endanger her own family.  It was really no different 
than when my dad would record us having sex I guess, just that I trusted 
him totally and while I had no reason NOT to trust Marlene, she wasn't my 
dad either.

While normally I prefer to START on top and then finish on the bottom, I 
wasn't complaining.  If anything I liked having a better view of what was 
happening between my husband and his new little fuck toy.  It had been a 
while since I'd seen Steve fucking a young girl and a LONG time since I'd 
seen him with one as young as Chelsea.  Still, like most girls her age 
that are into the incest lifestyle, she seemed extraordinarily mature for 
her age and well adjusted.  She certainly wasn't shy!  When we first had 
entered I sort of wondered when she hid herself but now that she was 
getting off from Steve's tongue any hint of that shy little girl was long 
gone.

"I think I'm ready now," she announced and without waiting for Steve to 
respond she scooted back until her cute little pussy was pressing against 
his pronounced erection.  At first she just scooted back and forth, 
working her now wet pussy over his dick.  Steve was in heaven!

"OK, Ok... that's enough teasing," he finally protested, "I HAVE to fuck 
you now!"

"k"

That was it, just one syllable was all it took for this sexy little minx 
to agree with having sex with a man old enough to be her father.  And she 
did it so matter-of-factly again, like this was something she did all the 
time.  Then again, after listening to the exchange between her and her 
older brother, it probably WAS something she did all the time.

Even with a hard teenage cock in me, I couldn't tear my eyes away.  To 
watch such a cute little sex kitten gleefully hop on my husband's cock 
and take it in her like a pro was on incredibly erotic sight.  There was 
no coercion, no unwillingness whatsoever.  There was not a doubt in my 
mind that little Chelsea wanted this just as much as my husband did.  
Wow, and to think when I was her age I wasn't even seriously masturbating 
yet!  It was right in line with what I've witnessed with other families 
active in incest.  It's amazing how sex can help with the maturity 
development of kids, especially in terms of their self-confidence and 
self-esteem.  Chelsea was indeed a poster-child for the benefits of 
incest when properly practiced!

For a brief moment thoughts of my oldest daughter flashed in my head.  
Mia won't even be four until this summer so it's not like she would be 
ready for something like this for many years to come, but I couldn't help 
but picture what it might be like to see her on top of her daddy just 
like Chelsea was now.  The thought of her smiling so broadly, enjoying 
herself in a way only possible through sex, even more so when her partner 
was her own father, was suddenly so vivid in my mind it was almost scary!  

Steve turned his head to face me and the look on his face was one of 
sheer sexual ecstasy.  While I knew he'd had sex with a number of young 
girls in the past, due to the age restrictions of our group they would 
normally be at least a year or two older than Chelsea.  The cutoff was 
officially eleven years old for girls, twelve for boys but in rare case 
where the girl showed advanced maturity an exception could be made.  
Chelsea would have certainly qualified!

As much as I may feel conflicted about my husband's sexual preferences, 
it was times like this when I felt at ease.  To see him so happy, so 
satisfied, so sexually fulfilled in a way I could never provide erased 
any issues I might have.  Yes, I can understand why some people might 
have issues with a 33 year-old father of two young girls having sex with 
the ten year-old daughter of a man we'd never met.  To say it that way 
though doesn't do justice though to any of the people involved.  Yes, I'm 
sure in many instances such a thing would be a prime example of child 
abuse but this was not one of those.  How could I say anything when 
literally everyone was happy?  My husband was experiencing the delight of 
one of the tightest pussies he'd ever had, Chelsea was getting the 
biggest ego boost a young girl could enjoy, Marlene was masturbating at 
the sight of her son fucking a girl young enough to be her grandchild, 
and no doubt somewhere Chelsea's dad was probably hard thinking about 
what his daughter was doing at that moment.

Probably the only person NOT getting off seeing Chelsea riding my 
husband's dick was her brother and I found I couldn't concentrate on 
Steve anymore as suddenly Steve grunted and I turned to look down at him.  
This time I REALLY looked at him and was mesmerized.  God he was cute!  
He was close... so very close.  It was easy to tell on a boy his age - 
they were so open about their feelings and desires.  He was biting down 
on his lower lip, his eyes fixed on where his shaft was penetrating my 
pussy.  I rubbed my hands on his chest - so smooth and strong!  Leaning 
over, I let him suck on my breasts as I humped his dick in me.

"Do you want to cum inside of me Derek?" I asked him softly in his ear as 
he sucked on my nipple, "You can if you want to, it's OK - I can't get 
pregnant."

Derek answered but not verbally - his little head did all the talking as 
I felt him suddenly arch his back and he groaned as he ejaculated inside 
of me.

"That's it Derek... give it to me... I want all of it in me!"

All those porn videos where  guy pulls out and cums on her belly or face 
are just that - porn.  Yeah, maybe the porn stars are into that crap but 
as for me, give me that sperm inside my pussy every time!  I don't give a 
crap about what anyone else sees - that's what those silly videos are 
for.  I want to be mated, to be fucked, to get what I've worked so hard 
for - his sperm.  What better than from a super horny fifteen year-old's 
dick?

As he came I slowly rocked on his cock, sliding him in and out of me 
maybe halfway as he deposited the last vestiges of his warm cum in me.  
When he was done, gave him a kiss - our first actually, and then sat up 
straight, still mounted on his cock.

"Did you like fucking me Derek?" I asked him with a motherly smile, "Was 
I as good as your mom?"

As soon as I said it I realized that it wasn't a fair question.  How 
could any woman compare to his own mother.  It was no different than when 
my dad fucked me - there's just something special that can't be 
duplicated when it comes to having sex with your parent.

"Well, your cunt's tighter than my mom's," he finally responded 
reluctantly.  

What more could I have asked for?  LOL

"Hey, my turn," Marlene cut in tapping me on the shoulder.  I grinned at 
her and then leaned over to give Derek another quick kiss before lifting 
myself off of him.  Damn, he was still as hard as ever!  I remembered how 
Steve use to be the same when he was a teenager - going for two, 
sometimes three times without losing his erection.

Derek's dick didn't get much of a chance to get cold as Marlene was soon 
on top taking him in her immediately.  I stood up and caught myself - a 
little wobbly!  Making my way to the chair with one hand on the bed to 
steady myself, I sat back and took in the sight before me.  Well, it 
certainly wasn't what I'd expected on our way over!  Oh I had no doubt 
I'd see Steve and his mom having sex.  The only thing was I was expecting 
to see them having sex with each other, not some young brother and 
sister!

Steve was now spooning Chelsea on his side, lifting her thin small leg up 
so he could more easily fit into her from behind.  It was almost like an 
optical illusion seeing his thick erect cock sliding in and out of her 
tiny pussy.  Almost like some magic trick in that it seemed impossible 
her tiny little bald pussy could actually take him in!  It had to be 
fake... except I knew from the way she was reacting it wasn't.  Steve had 
his hand over her tiny little bump on her chest, squeezing her puffy 
nipple between his finger and thumb as she rubbed her clit while he 
fucked her.

"Fuck me Steve!"  she suddenly cried out to my surprise.  Her head pulled 
back and she clamped her palm over her pussy as she orgasmed.  
Considering I didn't experience my first orgasm until I was more than a 
year older than her, it was an amazing sight.  Many people try to tell me 
their young daughters masturbate and cum at young ages and for the most 
part I discount such claims but there was no doubt watching Chelsea that 
she was in full orgasm mode!

It was the final straw for Steve.  Having been fucked by him the majority 
of my life, I knew the signs and he was right there.  My hand was drawn 
like a magnet to my own pussy where I pushed one finger into me, Derek's 
cum still in me making it all messy and wet.  My palm rubbed over my clit 
and it was like my entire body suddenly caught fire as I came while 
watching my husband release inside little Chelsea.

"Fuck her Steve... fuck her good," I whispered to myself as I watched.  
I'm sure he didn't hear me but he didn't need my encouragement as he 
someone rammed his entire dick into that little pussy.  How she took it I 
don't know but then who knows how many others had done the same before 
today.

Steve was spent - both in terms of his sperm count and physical 
exhaustion.  He fell back onto his back, his dick slipping out of Chelsea 
as he groaned with pleasure.  As for Chelsea, she kept rubbing her pussy 
- she wasn't done!  Dang, who would ever think a ten year-old girl could 
crave sex so much!

Looking back, I don't know what came over me or how to explain it.  It 
was like I just reacted in full automatic mode without thinking about 
what I was doing.  I felt so incredibly hot after being fucked by young 
Derek, and now seeing my husband cream-pie his little sister, I guess you 
could say that I  wasn't in control anymore.  I got up and climbed in 
bed, pressing Chelsea onto her back and pushing her legs apart.  Our eyes 
met and I saw her grin - she knew what was coming!  

I'd never tasted a ten-year-old pussy before, well, other than my own.  
I'd especially never tasted one dripping with my husband's cum!  My 
verdict?  Delicious!  I knew Marlene and Steve were watching me which 
just made it all the better for me.  Like most things when it comes to 
sex, having an audience just makes it better.

She came again surprisingly easy... and again.  OMG, she tasted 
incredible!  Not the heavy muskiness of an older woman but more dainty 
and less sharp.  My husband's cum added another layer of complexity like 
a fine wine.  After her last orgasm I moved up alongside of her and 
hugged her.  At first I was unsure but I saw her straining her neck 
towards me so I leaned over and kissed, sharing the taste and scent of 
her freshly fucked pussy.  Her tongue reached into my mouth as if she 
wanted every last bit of it.

"Would you like to watch my brother fuck me?" Chelsea asked me softly, 
"Most people do."

Like how many times had they done this sort of thing before?  I was 
almost ashamed to admit that indeed, I DID want to watch!  Well, not TOO 
ashamed as I told her that yes, I wanted to watch.

"k" was the same response she'd given before.  Just as before, it was 
like it was just a natural thing for them to do.

Chelsea sat up and I turned to Marlene who had been watching me with 
Chelsea while seated on Derek.  Evidently seeing me eat out a ten year-
old girl was enough to distract her from his dick in her!  Amazing...

"Well Mom, do you mind giving up Derek for a few minutes?" I teased her.

Marlene pretended to have to consider the idea but she was sold from the 
outset.  Steve came out of his stupor as well and sat back up against the 
headboard to get a good view.  Chelsea laid on her back and her older 
brother quickly mounted her.  Wow, talk about hot!!  Seeing my husband 
fuck her was one thing and yes, I enjoyed it but that was a much in 
seeing my husband being happy as anything.  This was something entirely 
different.  I've seen brothers fuck their sisters before but it's the 
sort of thing you never get tired of watching.  Each time I get the same 
initial reaction - wish I'd of had a brother when I was growing up!  Just 
as watching a father fucking his daughter has this special quality that's 
different than seeing her with anyone else, so it was when a brother 
fucks his own sister - it's just special, what more can I say?

What I really appreciated though was that watching them having sex, I 
could tell this was more than just a teenage boy getting off fucking a 
young girl who just happened to be his sister.  The sibling love between 
them was as plain as say.  They weren't just having sex, remarkably I 
would say they were making love!  Yet again, the level of maturity they 
demonstrated was so much more than the average kids their age.  He didn't 
just push his dick in her and rut, he kissed her like his lover, 
whispered who only knows what in her ear as he gently stroked his hard 
incestuous teen dick in and out of his little sister.  I'd have loved to 
know their parents as obviously they had raised their kids well!

"I love you Chelsea," I barely heard Derek whisper as he came in her.  I 
wanted to cry!!  It was SOOOO sweet!!

When he'd finished he laid down more on her, keeping his full weight off 
with his elbows but bringing their bodies in full contact as they kissed 
passionately.  I turned to my husband who was as mesmerized by the sight 
as I was.

"I think we need to leave them alone for a little while, don't you?" I 
said just loud enough for him to hear.

Steve hesitated - he was staring at the two kids still coupled in front 
of him.  Then he frowned a little but he scooted over and off the bed 
with me.  I looked at Marlene and she nodded, joining us as we went back 
to the kitchen.

"Oh... My... God!" Marlene gushed when we got there, "Have you EVER seen 
anything so hot in all your life?"

Steve and exchanged glances and grinned- if she only knew some of the 
things we'd done and witnessed but then she was right - it WAS hot.

"And god Kelly... seeing you eating Steve's cum from that crazy little 
pussy... Well I have to admit, I wasn't sure if you would go through with 
it."

"I've always told you she a total slut Mom," Steve chuckled.

Marlene laughed.  "Well, there's total slut and then there's TOTAL slut."

"Hey!" I protested.

Steve poked me in the arm teasingly, "Oh like you mind!"

He had me and we all laughed together.  

"So now what?" I asked.

"Well, their dad is due any time now to pick them up.  Then maybe we 
could spend a little more family time together, what do you think Steve?" 
Marlene said.

Yeah, like she had to ask!

Just then there was a knock on the door.  I started to reach for my coat 
to cover up but Marlene just waved her hand saying it was OK, it was just 
their dad.  Well, I guess considering what we'd been doing with his kids 
that seeing us all naked wasn't exactly a stretch.

Marlene opened the door and I was a little surprised.  He looked a little 
older than I imagined, almost like an stereotypical accountant - a little 
pudgy, balding, maybe 5'10".  Certainly not the image I had of a man who 
was fucking his kids but then I guess that's not really fair of me - what 
DOES such a man look like?

"Hi!  I'm Will," he greeted us stepping into the kitchen.  It was a 
little surreal in that if the sight of three people standing nude in the 
kitchen was something he didn't even notice.  Yeah, he DID give me and 
Marlene the once over but it wasn't like he stared.  For that matter, he 
gave Steve the same look.  I remembered the comment by Derek.  Well, hate 
to break the news to him but Steve treats other men's dicks like their 
radioactive waste!  Both he and my dad are so homophobic it's almost 
embarrassing at times.

We introduced ourselves and then Will asked, "So I take it everything 
went well?  How did you like my little girl Steve?"

Steve just grinned which was more than enough to convey his satisfaction.

"Yeah, she can be quite the little tiger sometimes when she's horny," 
Will commented as if we were talking about the weather, "Then again, you 
haven't met her sister yet."

He smiled, this time a little more seductively.  There was something 
about the way he added the "yet" to the end that made me wonder.

"I have to say Will, your kids showed remarkable maturity, I was 
impressed," I complimented him, "You've done a great job with them."

"Thanks, we try," he said with a smile, "So let me guess... they're still 
at it?"

Marlene nodded and he grinned.  "Yeah, I swear sometimes if we let them 
they'd never quit.  They can be pretty inseparable at times."

Marlene led him down the hall as Steve and I stayed back in the kitchen.  

"Ok you two, time to get going," I heard him call out to them from the 
doorway.  I didn't hear the response but I imagine it wasn't positive and 
he came back with, "You heard me, you can finish at home."

It was a little different, to say the least, to witness such casual 
conversation.  It made me wonder what things would be like when our 
daughters were older.  Would we be as comfortable discussing sex with 
them as Will was with his kids?

It took a few minutes but then they finally all came back out.  Chelsea 
was back in her cheerleader outfit, looking as cute as a button.  

"What do you say guys?" their dad admonished them.

"Thank you!" they both responded as a chorus.  It was like we'd just 
handed out their treats on Halloween!

"Talk later?" Marlene said to him as they made their way out.

Will nodded and smiled.  Hmmmmmm, now what?

With the door closed, it left the three of us finally alone.  Marlene 
took the lead.

"Well, now that we're all naked and horny, what do you say we do 
something about it?"

The End