Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 00:26:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Marsh <marsh1002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Family Learning Part 3

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Family Learning – Part 3

As I lay there on the couch, naked with my family close by and catching my
breath, I wanted to hide. I felt horrible. It was one thing to get into it
while you're trying to cum, but when it's over, things get strange. I guess
that I was the only one feeling strange because Claire and Dad were
cuddling on the carpet in front of the couch and Mom was running her hands
all over Claire's body. I was glad that no one was touching me, because I
no longer felt sexual; I felt like running away from the awkwardness.

As soon as I saw Mom and Dad get up from lying on the floor, I stood up,
trying not to make eye contact with either of them. I grabbed my clothes
and made my way to my room as fast as I could. I closed my door and locked
it, hoping that they would all leave me alone. They did.

The next morning I stayed in my room until the last second before the bus
would arrive. I made my way out of the house, avoiding the normal morning
kisses from our parents.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Claire asked, as we waited for the bus.

I shrugged my shoulders, hoping that it would do for a vague answer. Claire
must know that I was feeling awkward about everything that happened. I
wished that I could feel as comfortable with it all as my bigger sister,
but I couldn't.

I arrived home before Claire did and filled my arms with food to last the
rest of the night. I locked myself in my room, deciding to avoid the rest
of the family forever, if possible.

I was surprised when no one knocked on my door for dinner. Mom and Dad must
be giving me the space that I needed and I was glad for it.

I went to bed feeling like I needed to pee, but I decided to wait until
after ten o'clock for less of a chance to run into anyone in the
hallway. When the clock read 10:03, I couldn't hold it anymore and I
quickly ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. It felt like heaven as the
urine left my bladder and I let out a long sigh of relief.

I felt a sick swimming in my stomach when I saw Mom and Dad waiting by my
bedroom door as I went back into my room. Dad held the door from shutting
and I let him do that so that I could quickly jump into bed, acting like I
was already asleep.

"We're sorry, son." Dad said.

I could feel the weight of both of my parents as they sat on the edge of my
bed. I tried to keep my breathing even, so they might think that I was
asleep.

"We pushed things with you and we shouldn't have done that." Mom said
quietly.

There was a silence as they waited for me to respond. It was nice to hear
an apology from my parents but I still didn't want to talk.

"From now on," Dad said, "We'll let you decide if you want to do anything
like what we did last night. Sure, the subject of sex might come up, but
you will be the one to say what is `okay'.  We can go back to normal,
alright?"

I let out a long sigh and nodded my head in silent agreement. I felt Mom
and Dad's hands on my shoulder and I touched their hands with my own,
feeling like things might be okay again.

"Do you regret what happened last night, David?" Mom asked.

I shrugged my shoulders in response, feeling my Dad's weight shift on the
bed.

"I'm sorry, Son." Dad said, "I'm sorry if I made you do something that you
didn't like."

I felt bad for my Dad because I really did like it, but I felt strange
afterward.

"It..." I started to say, hearing the strange nervous squeak in my voice,
"...It felt good. It's not that I didn't like it, but it feels kind of
weird now. I just need time, I guess."

I heard Dad let out a quick sigh that sounded like relief. Dad ran his
fingers through my hair, which I loved.

"That's okay, Son. Take all the time you need." Dad said, "I thought I
might have hurt your or something when we...well... you know."

"You did." I replied, squeezing his hand, "But it felt good."

Mom and Dad laughed together and I felt the bed shake as the fear and
stress left my body. The tightness in my chest lessened and I felt sleepy.

"We'll give you the time that you need." Mom said as she leaned forward and
kissed my forehead.

"We love you, David." Dad whispered, kissing my cheek.

I went to sleep as soon as Mom and Dad were done tip-toeing out of my room.
I felt a deep and comfortable sleep take over, like never before.

Everything was like normal when I went into the kitchen to eat breakfast
the next morning. Dad was reading his morning paper while Mom searched
through everything in her purse, trying to find her lipstick. It was
`normal' and that's what made me feel good again.

The morning routine was normal again, except for Claire, who stared at me
with angry eyes. Claire never stopped glaring at me even when we were
waiting for the bus.

"What the fuck?" Claire demanded.

"What?" I whispered, hoping she would keep her voice down.

"We finally get some `fun' and you have to turn into a wuss about it?"
Claire said with a look of disgust.

"We can talk about it later." I replied, in a shaky breath.

Claire stepped forward to whisper into my ear, "Dad fingered me under the
table this morning, but he stopped as soon as you came into the kitchen."

"So?" I said.

"So, I'm still going to have fun in the house, whether you want it or
not. You can't stop Dad from now on. He likes it too much. Mom too!"

Claire abruptly pushed me away as the bus pulled up. I looked around at my
classmates feeling sure that they knew what Claire had just said, but no
one acted any different. We rode the bus to school just like every other
day, only Claire was sitting at the other end of the bus.

During my math test, I couldn't help but think about Dad fucking me and the
look on his face as he pounded my butt with his huge dick. I didn't want
Dad to stop having fun, like Claire said, I just needed a little more time
to process things. I recalled smelling the `Dad smell' as I pulled him
close to me, letting him know that I was feeling good. It felt odd getting
a hard-on in math class because of my own father, but it was less awkward
to think about a couple of days after it had happened.

I shifted my hard-on under my desk as I remembered Dad's face turning red
as he worked to fuck my ass as hard as he could. I recalled the sound of
Dad's grunts as he pumped his seed into me.  I shifted in my desk chair
when I thought about what Dad's cock felt like when he was shooting cum
inside me. I could almost feel the warmth inside of me again and I knew
that if I kept thinking about Dad fucking me, I could cum in class without
even touching myself.

I tried to think of something else and it took some work to focus on my
math test, but I did it. Woven into my random thoughts were ideas of how to
keep doing sex stuff with Dad, but not feel so bad about it.

When I got home from school Claire wasn't there. I considered locking
myself away again, but thought that it would be nice to get back to normal
again. I sat on the living room couch, in the same spot where I had fucked
Mom until I came. I remembered sucking on those large nipples, thinking
that they were the same ones that I used to feed on as a little baby. My
dick was hard again as I did my English homework with the tv on.

It was difficult to focus on my school work when I couldn't stop thinking
about Mom's big tits bouncing against my face as she hopped on my dick. I
put my left hand under my open English book and I tugged on my boner a
little. I imagined being a baby, sucking on Mom's breast while she smiled
at me, and whispered how good I was making her feel. I rubbed my cock
faster, making knocking noises against my text book as I remembered how
warm and wet Mom's pussy became as I fucked her. I inhaled deep, thinking
about Mom's distinct pussy scent that was different from Claire's.

I was jacking my dick at a fast rate, letting my mind wander with sick and
perverted images about sex with Mom, when Claire came home. I stopped
masturbating immediately, wishing that Claire wasn't still mad at me.

Claire ignored me as she did some of her homework on the computer behind
the couch. I tried to focus on my own homework as I wondered how we had
gone from fucking to fighting so quickly. My dick was hard and I was
wondering if Claire and I would ever get back to being intimate again in
the future. If Claire wanted it, I would be completely willing to fuck her
at that moment, but I she was so angry at me.

Usually around five o'clock, Claire sat on the other end of the couch to
watch re-runs after doing homework, and she did just that. I thought it
might be a good time to put things right with her and let her know that I
wasn't opposed to the idea of having fun, but it just felt strange for a
little bit.

"I don't mind the sex stuff." I said, watching Claire's eyes that were
fixed on the tv screen.

"Yeah right." Claire chuckled, still not looking at me.

"I don't." I repeated, "But it was kind of weird after we were all done
and...naked."

"So." Claire replied, seeming indifferent. "You freaked out Mom and Dad and
now they're afraid to do stuff."

"Sorry." I apologized. "I want to keep doing stuff with you and maybe with
Mom and Dad too, but didn't it feel gross when we were done, the other
day?"

"No." Claire said, showing me an angry face, "I liked it."

"I liked it too!" I shot back, "I just think that you and I are different
and we deal with it differently. But still want to do sex stuff."

"Prove it." Claire dared me, "Let it happen again."

I let out a long sigh, "I'm not sure I want to go all out like last
time. It's still a little weird because it's Mom and Dad." I admitted.

"Whatever." Claire said, picking up the remote and turning the volume up
louder and ending the subject.

I tried to think of other stuff to say that would make the situation
better, but I finally decided that keeping my mouth shut would be best.

I heard the back door open in the kitchen, followed by car keys dropping in
the bowl by the kitchen door, which meant that Dad was home from work. Dad
opened the refrigerator door and then closed it, followed by the sound of a
can of soda begin opened. I heard Dad's footsteps as he approached the
living room.

"How was school?" Dad asked, as he entered the living room.

`Fine.' Claire and I answered in unison.

Dad leaned over and kissed me on the top of my head of hair and then walked
over to kiss Claire on her head, like he always did.

Claire let out a low hum when Dad kissed her head and she held Dad's shirt,
keeping him close. I glanced and saw Claire turn her head to kiss Dad on
the lips, and Dad kissed her back. I could hear their lips smacking
together and see that Claire was pulling Dad even closer as they got into
the kiss.

Dad was breathing hard when he pulled away, saying, "Maybe later, honey."

"I guess." Claire said, with an accusing glare in my direction.

"Doesn't bother me." I said, without thinking.

Dad's eyes examined me as I forced a smile and then turned my attention
back to the tv.

"Are you sure, Son?" Dad asked.

"Sure." I answered, feeling an odd form of jealousy.

In the corner of my eye I could see Dad lean into Claire again as they
kissed, more passionately this time. I heard hums of pleasure as my sister
and Dad's lips worked hard to explore each other's mouths. I could see that
Claire's hand had moved to her crotch and she was massaging her pussy as
they kissed. Suddenly I felt out of place. Dad's hand moved to cup Claire's
right breast and I felt like I wanted to touch her tits again too.

"We should stop." Dad said, breathing hard. "Until we can be more private."
Dad's eyes landed on me as he said that last part.

"What do you say, Brother?" Claire asked, still rubbing her crotch.

Dad stood up straight, pulling away from Claire's grasp. "No, I don't want
to make you feel like you have to."

"No." I said, seeing that Dad was ready to walk away. My heart was pounding
in my chest as I said, "Keep going."

My eyes were fixed on Dad's unsure expression as he slowly leaned into
Claire again, kissing her again. I saw Claire's hand guide Dad's hand onto
her breast again and I hoped that I could do that again too. Dad's hand
rubbed her tit's a little and then he forcefully grabbed at her crotch,
rubbing her hard.

"Sorry, Son." I heard Dad say between kisses. "Can't help myself."

Claire moaned loudly as Dad massaged her crotch like he was trying to hurt
her. Claire's legs squirmed all over and her butt writhed on the couch
against Dad's big hand.

"Fuck!" Dad said as he pulled off of kissing her. "Look at her, David."

I was already looking at Claire and trying to hide the boner in my shorts
as Dad continued to work his thick fingers on her crotch.

Dad offered, "I can stop this right now, Son, but do you want to see her
cunt?"

As I nodded my head to say `Yes', I could feel a warm rush of ecstasy pulse
through my hard dick. Dad immediately ripped open the fly of Claire's blue
jean shorts and I could hear a tear in the material. Dad didn't care that
he had just ripped his daughter's shorts; he just continued to pull her
shorts down all the way. I sucked in a quick breath as I watched our Dad's
shaky hands undress my sister.

"Sorry, Son." Dad said, "I can't stop now."

Dad's hand grabbed at the waistband of Claire's thin panties and he pulled
at them, making loud tearing noises as he ripped her underwear apart. When
Claire's panties were shredded, I could see the soft pussy hair that I
liked so much.

"Look at it, David." Dad said, "Look how perfect it is. It's so delicate
and soft. All you have to do is tickle her a little bit, right there and
she feels amazing. " Dad's forefinger gently ran across the top of her
slit, making Claire shudder.

Dad lifted Claire's t-shirt to expose her breasts that were small, barely
developed lumps. Claire held her shirt up and out of the way, letting us
see her small nipples that looked like mosquito bites. Dad continued to
gently masturbate Claire while he ran the ball of his thumb against her
left nipple.

"Son, did you know that girls breasts feel good, like when they're
masturbating?" Dad asked.

I shook my head, staring at Claire's body with wide eyes. I could see Dad's
boner poking out the material of his slacks and I remembered how big it
was.

"That's why mothers can have orgasms while they're breast feeding." Dad
added, with a shaky breath.

"Really?" I gasped, feeling my dick twitch.

"Yes!" Dad hissed as he moved lower to put his face between Claire's legs.

Claire screamed loudly as Dad's mouth began eating at her pussy and I could
see her body tighten in response.

"Dad!" Claire moaned, as she held onto his head.

After a few moments, Dad pulled off of Claire and he looked at me. "Have
you tasted her yet, David? Have you tasted your sister's pussy?"

I shook my head, feeling my pulse rush. Dad licked at Claire's pussy lips a
few more times and then he pulled away from her, saying, "She tastes so
sweet! Come here."

I scooted closer, next to Claire, knowing that my boner was poking my
shorts out. Dad gestured at Claire's pussy and I knew that he wanted me to
taste her, which I had never done before.

"Do it!" Claire urged me, spreading her legs.

I moved onto the floor so that I was kneeling in between Claire's legs and
I could smell the scent of her wet pussy.

"Remember," Dad said, "You can stop any time you want to, like we said."

I nodded, letting Dad know that I understood and then I felt his hand on
the back of my head, pushing my face into my sister's cunt. I let my tongue
stick out so that it could meet the center of her lips and I lapped at her
pussy, taking in her taste. Dad was right, Claire tasted sweet and I licked
faster, feeling her hands grab my head. I felt my sister's folds of skin
run along the texture of my tongue and I felt her tense and then release
repeatedly as I did this.

I pulled away from Claire briefly, to say, "See? I told you I would still
do sex stuff."

"Sorry." Claire said, with labored breath. "You were right." She reached
out and grabbed my head with both hands, mashing my face into her crotch.

I gave in and began licking that spot where I knew she liked me to rub my
fingers against and I felt her whole pelvis jump and slam against my face.

"Brother!" Claire shouted as she contorted her body into unnatural shapes
as her body reacted to the pleasure.

"You're making your sister feel good!" Dad encouraged me.

I dropped a hand to my crotch and began masturbating myself as my sister
squirmed against my mouth.

"You know," Dad whispered, close to my ear, "There's no limit to how young
a girl is to experience an orgasm?"

I flicked my tongue against Claire's clit as fast as I could, until she was
letting out a long, endless moan of pleasure. I had to keep pulling my head
back a little because Claire was trying to suffocate me with her pussy. I
could breathe through my nose and all I could smell was the scent of
Claire's moist pussy and I loved it.

"This is so hot to see!" Dad said.

I could hear the material of Dad's pants being rustled as he swiftly rubbed
himself. He moved up to start licking at Claire's left nipple which made
her moan even louder. If anyone came to knock on our front door at that
moment, there would be no doubt that someone was having sex inside.

As Dad and I worked on pleasuring Claire, her moans became quick gasps,
`Oh! Oh! Oh!'

Dad stopped licking Claire and told me to stop as well. "I don't want her
to cum just yet." He said.

"No! Keep going!" Claire pleaded.

Dad shook his head, denying her immediate pleasure. He looked at me as I
was wiping my lips with my forearm. "Are you going to be okay with this
later on?" Dad asked.

My eyes wandered as I thought about it. "I think so. I feel okay about it
right now. I think maybe I was just freaked out before. It still feels
weird to be doing sex things with you, because you're my Dad, but it feels
really good. It took a bit for me to get over the weird feeling when I did
it with Claire the first time, but I felt better about it later."

"Okay." Dad said, placing his hands to gently hold my head. "I don't want
you to regret this later, so if you feel like that might happen then we
should stop now."

I glanced at Claire, who had begun fingering herself at a fast pace, and my
eyes stopped on Dad's hardon that was poking to get out of his pants. I was
horny again and it felt right to be doing sex stuff, but I had no idea how
I would feel afterward. I finally decided to enjoy it right then and then
worry about feeling bad later on, if at all.

"I'm okay." I said, as I placed my hands on Dad's hands as he caressed my
cheeks.

My horny incident in Math class flashed into my mind and I thought I should
ask Dad something, while I had the courage.

"Dad?" I said, with a weak voice.

"Yeah, Son?"

"Do you think..." I choked and wondered if I should have started to say
anything at all.

"It's okay, David. Ask me anything."

I recalled Dad's long and thick cock forcing its way inside of me a few
nights ago. I remembered that first time that I saw Dad's dick flop out of
his underwear.

"Do you think I could see it?" I barely said, nodding at the tent in his
pants. "Just for a second."

Dad's mouth widened into a big smile and he nodded his head and then kissed
me on the cheek. Dad hurried to unbuckle his belt and it felt like my heart
was pounding too loud. Dad unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the
ground and he quickly pulled his underwear, letting them drop as well. I
was still kneeling in front of Clair and Dad was standing with his giant
eight inch erection swaying in my face.

"Go ahead." Dad encouraged me. "Have a good look."

My breathing was shaky as I reached my right hand out to wrap my fingers
around my Dad's thick cock. My fingers didn't touch my thumb because Dad
was so thick.

"It's so warm." I remarked as I felt the heat from the smooth skin of my
Dad's shaft.

Dad was circumcised and his large mushroom head was dripping with clear
fluid. I ran my thumb against the clear fluid at the slit of Dad's dick
head, smearing it all over the head. Dad gasped and it looked like his
knees might give.

Claire sat up, leaning forward for a closer look. "You have a lot of hair,
Dad." Claire said with a smile.

I reached my other hand out to cup Dad's huge dangling balls that looked
like two kiwis' in a sack. I heard Dad suck in a quick breath as he placed
a hand on my head and on Claire's head.

Claire ran her fingers through Dad's pubic hair above his cock, telling him
that it felt very soft.

"Will mine get this big?" I asked, letting my hand jack Dad's shaft.

"Maybe." Dad said, "Your Mother's family has smaller dicks than my
side. You might take after them."

"Oh." Was all I said.

Dad looked at us with his eyes half closed. It was clear that we were
making him feel good.

"I used to love this." Dad moaned, "But it was never the two of you
together."

"What do you mean? We never did this before." Claire said as she joined me
in rubbing Dad's cock.

"Well, we used to take baths together." He replied, winking at us.

I could remember ever taking a bath with Mom or Dad, so I figured that I
must have been too young to remember it.

"I think I remember it, but I'm not sure." Claire said.

"That's okay. You're doing it now, and that's all that matters." Dad said,
letting his eyes close.

Claire nudged me, getting my attention. I saw her open her mouth and stick
her tongue out. I did the same, and I wondered if Dad's dick was going to
taste like urine or something gross. Claire's eyes looked up at Dad as her
tongue touched the head of his dick. I leaned forward and let my tongue
slide across the slit of Dad's dick, we watched Dad's eyes open and he let
out a whimper as he pushed his dick forward.

Claire and I worked hard to let our whole tongues touch his dick and at one
point I had hald of Dad's dickhead in my mouth, while Claire had the other
half. We were kissing, with our lips touching, with Dad's cock between us.

"Oh fuck!" Dad yelped. "Careful with the teeth, kids. Goddamn that feels
amazing!"

Claire and I chuckled at Dad's response and we picked up the pace on his
dick, feeling his hips fuck forward to slide his shaft along our tongues.

The back door opened in the kitchen and I knew that Mom was home. Claire
and I pulled off of Dad's cock immediately, looking toward the doorway to
the kitchen.

"Don't stop, kids!" Dad demanded.

For some reason, Claire and I didn't comply with Dad's request; we kept our
eyes on the doorway to the kitchen, waiting for Mom to come into the room.

"Hello? I'm home!" Mom called out. "I think we might just order pizza
again-" Mom stopped in the doorway looking stunned.

"Hi Deb." Dad greeted Mom, sounding sheepish.

"Jesus Christ, Carl!" Mom said, rolling her eyes. "We said that we would
give David some time. Are you okay with this, David?"

My eyes were wide and my hand was still holding Dad's hard-on. I nodded my
head to let her know that everything seemed like it would be okay.

"Of course you're okay with this." Mom said, gesturing to my hand that was
gripped tight onto Dad's shaft.

Mom threw her purse on the recliner and then knelt next to me. I felt my
heart racing as I got that awkward feeling of having her so close during
something sexual. She kissed the top of my head, like Dad did when he came
home and then she spoke to me with her calm `Mom-voice'.

"I know this feels exciting right now, but I want to make sure you'll be
alright with it later." She said with a kind smile.

"I think I'll be alright." I told her. "I just needed a little time at
first. I'm okay now." I smiled back at Mom and she seemed to accept what I
said.

"Good." She said.

Mom then did something completely unexpected. I felt Mom's hand reach to
cup the crotch of my shorts until she was grabbing at my boner. I gasped as
Mom leaned in closer and I could smell the perfume that she always wore to
work or on special occasions. I smiled at Mom again, letting her know that
I was alright with what she was doing. It felt naughty and wrong for Mom to
be doing that, but it felt hot and amazing too.

Claire was sucking on Dad's cock again and I released Dad's dick to
unbutton my shorts. Mom continued massaging the crotch of my shorts as I
unzipped and then she switched to rubbing the tent in my briefs when I
pulled my shorts all the way down.

"Why do you keep these briefs, David?" Mom asked, referring to the sad
condition of the material of my undies, which was almost
transparent. "We're going to go and get you some new ones this weekend."

Mom continued rubbing my boner as she said `Mom-things', which made it that
much more awkward. She was rubbing my cock, but at the same time she was
examining the tearing in the waistband, shaking her head in disapproval.

"Oh." Mom said, catching my uncomfortable expression. "Sorry, am I making
it weird?"

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my briefs all the way down. Mom's eyes
fixed on my cock, which was hard as a rock and pointing up. I let out a
shaky sigh when I felt Mom's fingers hold my dick and start rubbing up and
down.

"Does this feel wrong to you?" Mom asked as she pushed my briefs further
down my legs.

"Yeah." I said, nodding my head. "But I like it too."

"I think that's what your Dad and I like most about it..." Mom said, she
placed one other hand on my butt, making me gasp again. "...the awkward
feeling that goes with the sexual pleasure can be exhilarating. I think it
becomes fun, or naughty, when you begin to like those feeling instead of
feeling odd about them."

"Yeah." I said, as I straightened up and looked away from Mom.

"Do you think you can be comfortable with those two things together?" Mom
asked as she ran her fingers over my butt cheeks.

I nodded my head, feeling goose bumps as she caressed my skin. I tried to
get my breathing under control but I wasn't successful.

"Let's put it to the test, and then if you want me to stop, I will." Mom
suggested.

Mom began rubbing my hardon at a fast pace while rubbing my chest under my
shirt. She smiled at me and then asked me, "Did you get all of your
homework done?"

I was simultaneously shocked at the everyday question and also getting
turned on my Mom's stroking hand. I nodded my head in response, feeling the
strange mix of parenting with sexual pleasure that my mind told me was
wrong.

"Did you take the trash out when you got home from school, like you're
supposed to?" She asked as she fondled my ball sack.

"I forgot." I stammered to say.

Mom's hand quickly slapped my butt, making me jump. "If you keep
forgetting, you're going to be grounded again." Mom scolded me.

"Okay." I said, "Sorry."

Before I could get another word out, I felt Mom's lips on my cock. I moaned
loudly and let my hand rest on her hair, which was still made up to look
nice for work. Mom's lips on my dick felt amazing.

I glanced at Dad, seeing his head thrown back and his eyes closed. We were
both getting blow jobs and I bet Dad was feeling as good as I was.

Mom pulled off of my dick and looked at me, asking, "Did that feel awkward
enough?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Did you like how strange it felt?"

"Yeah," I said, realizing how much more I enjoyed it than I thought I
would.

"Good!" Mom said, as she slapped my butt playfully this time.

Mom stopped stroking my dick so that she could undo the fly to her work
slacks. I rubbed dick as I watched Mom pull her pants off and kick her
shoes aside. She took of her nice button up blouse that she usually had on
for work and I saw her big boobs in her bra. When she undid the clasp on
her bra, I felt a tingle in my groin when her tits popped free.

"Did you get good feelings when you breast fed me?" I asked, feeling
nervous.

I saw a half smile form on mom's mouth and she glanced back to Dad and then
back to me again.

"Yes. I did." She said. "You would clamp your greedy little mouth onto my
tit and suck away. If felt wonderful."

"Wow." I breathed. I couldn't take my eyes off of my mother's round, hard
nipples, thinking about what it must have been like to make her feel good
by feeding.

"Here," Mom said, lifting her breast and moving closer to me. "Feed."

My mouth dropped open and I leaned forward to take her nipple into my
mouth. I formed my lips into a small `o' shape and sucked in, letting my
tongue stimulate the nipple. Of course no liquid came out, but it still
felt like I could be a baby, making my mother feel good.

"Oh!" I heard mom yelp, as she held my head in place. "That's it my baby
boy. Make Mommy feel good. Feed."

"Stop." I heard Dad groan. "Pull off, Claire. I'm gonna cum soon and I
don't want to just yet."

I sucked away at my mother's breast while I listened to Claire and Dad kiss
again. Mom's hand guided my fingers to her panties and I began rubbing at
the crotch. Mom moaned as she pulled her panties down all of the way so
that I could touch her pussy.

"That pussy that you're rubbing, is the pussy that you came out of when you
were born." Mom moaned, "You're my son and now you're masturbating me."

I grabbed Mom's breast with my free hand and guided her breast against my
mouth as I sucked even harder.

"This is so perverted, that you're masturbating the cunt that you were born
from." Mom groaned. "This feels so wrong, and I love it!"

I inserted my index finger and middle finger into Mom's pussy, feeling her
respond by clamping her legs shut against my wiggling fingers.

"Stop!" Mom grunted. "Stop. Let's do this right."

I pulled off of Mom's breast, noticing that the nipple was protruding
more. Mom guided us to the couch where she sat down and patted her naked
lap. I pulled my shirt all of the way off. I removed every other bit of
clothing. I stood naked in front of Mom, letting her smile at my body. I
found that I was doing what Mom had said, I loved the awkward feeling.

"Lay down with your head right here." Mom told me. She gestured to her tit
and I did what she said.

I lay in my mother's lap with my head at her breast and I could feel her
bush between my shoulder blades. My feet hung over the side of the
couch. It felt a bit silly to be laying across her lap like that, but her
tit was right at my mouth. Mom guided her breast to my lips, pressing her
nipple to my lips.

"Just like when you were little." Mom whispered.

I opened my mouth again, suckling at her rigid nipple again. She let out a
sigh and I saw her mouth open as she sucked in repeated small breaths.

As I sucked like a little baby, I heard movement from Dad and Claire. There
was a thump on the other end of the couch, but I couldn't see what was
going on. I heard Dad say "Open them wider, honey.", but I didn't hear a
verbal response from Claire.

"Carl, use a condom, if you're going to do that." Mom said, between labored
breaths.

I loved knowing that Mom was having a hard time keeping her composure
because I was making her feel so good. It was still odd to make eye contact
with Mom, but it was also erotic to think that this is how she acted when I
used to feed on her as a baby.

"We don't have any more condoms." Dad said.

"Then don't risk it!" Mom warned him.

I knew that it was Claire who had made the thud on the couch, and figured
that she was probably laying back, letting Dad get between her legs.

"It's okay, honey. I'll pull out in time." Dad said.

"You better." Mom added, in a week voice.

Mom's eyes were fixed on me as she cradled my head with her left hand, like
I was a baby. I could feel Mom's legs opening and closing as I stimulated
her breast. I tried to move my hand under so that I could rub her pussy,
but it wasn't working. I flinched when I felt Mom's hand on my dick and our
eyes met as we made each other feel awesome. She was rubbing me super-fast
and her legs were twitching at the same speed.

"Just like when you were little." Mom repeated, in a very quiet tone.

I heard Claire gasp and then she let out a whimper. Dad was shushing her
and I could only guess that he was trying to stick his massive adult cock
into her thirteen year old pussy.

"Ow!" Claire whined, "Keep going, Dad. Ouch! A little more now..."

Mom's fingers on my dick felt amazing! I was humming and making `Mmmmm'
sounds as I sucked on her tit like I was starving for milk. Mom was shaking
us both on the couch because she was opening and closing her legs so fast
that she was making slapping sounds when her legs closed.

"Feed!" Mom gasped.

My breathing was muffled against Mom's breast which was being mashed
against my face as she neared orgasm. Mom was moving her legs and she was
hopping up and down on the couch. I had to hold her tit with both hands to
keep her nipple in the right spot.

"Ohhhh!" Claire yelled out.

"I'm all the way inside of you now." Dad said. "It will start feeling good
now. Okay?"

I didn't hear Claire's response, but I did hear the repeated slapping of
skin on skin. Dad was fucking Claire and I could hear her whimper with
every thrust. As Dad picked up the speed on his thrusts, I could hear both
of them grunt with each slap.

Mom suddenly yelled out, "Baby boy is making me cum!"

I felt Mom's left hand tighten as she gripped my hair with her left
hand. Her face became red and strained and she held my head to make direct
eye contact. Mom's pelvic movements became sloppy and she was huffing out
small, uneven breaths as she stared at me. I sucked her nipple into my
mouth with gentle suckles and long moans. Our bodies shook together with
every wave of Mom's orgasm. I reached my left hand up to caress Mom's cheek
and I felt her hold my hand in return.

Finally Mom's body relaxed and she let out a long breath as she reclined
back. She tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling as she caught her
breath, but I felt her hand continue masturbating me. I released Mom's
nipple, looking down my body to see Mom's fingers jacking me off. It was
strange to see her hand jacking me off, with those slender `mom fingers',
that had the decorative finger jewelry that identified her as `Mom'.

I tensed my body, jutting my pelvis upward and straightening out my
legs. My bare foot caught the lamp on the table and I heard it fall to the
carpet. Mom smiled and laughed, and she didn't stop masturbating me.

I was getting close and my hips were thrusting upward at a fast rate. My
legs were still twitchy and my foot kicked the side table to the floor
along with the lamp. Mom didn't laugh this time, but instead she tightened
her hold on my little cock.

My jaw clenched shut when the orgasm started and I moaned loudly through
barred teeth. Mom rubbed me fast, and she brushed her finger through my
hair as she shushed me. My hands held Mom's fingers onto my dick, guiding
her to rub me at a slower pace. My entire body convulsed in my mother's lap
and she leaned forward, kissing my forehead as I shook with every wave of
my dry orgasm.

"Good boy." Mom whispered into my ear as my body relaxed.

I held the back of Mom's head, pressing her lips against my forehead for a
little longer. When she lifted her head off of me, she smiled at me and
asked me how I felt.

"Tired," I answered.

Mom chuckled, "I know you're tired, but do you feel bad? Do you feel like
you did last time?"

I smiled up at her, "No. It feels `okay' this time. I guess."

"Dad!" Claire called out.

I tilted my head all the way back, against Mom's leg to see the upside-down
view of Dad fucking Claire. Dad was fucking his dick into Claire at high
speed, making their voices shake.

"Say it again!" Dad ordered.

"Dad!" Claire shouted, "Daddy!"

"Carl!" Mom said, as she sat up straight. "Are you about to shoot?"

"I'm almost there Deb!" Dad moaned as he piston fucked Claire's small
pussy.

"Then pull out of her!" Mom ordered.

"I will!" Dad yelled back, "I'll pull out, right before I shoot!"

I sat up and turned to look at Dad and Claire. It was strange to see the
two of them like that because Claire was so much smaller than Dad's
abnormally tall size. It appeared that Claire had to move and adjust her
body to take the length of Dad's cock, but she was enjoying it. Claire's
head was thrown back with her eyes half closed as she held onto Dad
tightly.

"Fuck!" Dad groaned. "Here it comes! I'm gonna shoot my load! I gotta pull
out, Honey!"

Both Mom and I gasped at the same time when we saw Claire wrap her arms
around Dad's butt cheeks, to keep him from pulling his dick out.

"Claire! No!" Dad gasped.

Dad was trying to wiggle around to pull away from Claire, but she was using
all of her strength to keep him there.

Mom got up from the couch and tried to help, but it didn't matter.

"Just do it, Dad!" Claire growled.

Dad quickly gave up and I watched his body stiffen, with his pelvis jutted
forward, pressing further into Claire's pussy. Dad held onto Claire's
waist, pulling her against him. I could see Dad's thick cock throbbing as
it pumped spurt after spurt into his daughter's cunt. His hands gripped
Claire tight while Mom yelled at them both to stop. It didn't matter what
Mom said because Dad seemed set on unloading his cum into his daughter's
willing body.

"You're putting a baby in me, Dad." Claire moaned as she tightened her arms
around Dad's neck.

Dad and Claire rocked back and forth together as Dad's spasms
lessened. Claire smiled as Dad planted wet kisses on her neck, and Mom sat
beside them on the couch looking panicked.

"What the fuck are you going to do now, Carl?" Mom shouted, slapping Dad on
the head. "Are you going to let her have your incest baby?"

Dad ignored Mom as he tried to get his breathing under control, while he
slowly continued to fuck his dick into Claire's pussy.

"Dad," Claire said, "If you keep doing that, you'll cum again."

Dad chuckled and shook his head. "I don't think I can go on much longer."

"That was bad, Claire!" Mom said, as her bottom lip started to quiver. "You
could be pregnant now!"

Dad carefully pulled his dick out from between Claire's pussy lips and he
made a pained expression.

"She'll be fine." Dad said, between breaths. "I'll go and get her some of
those `Morning After' pills or something."

"What if that doesn't work?" Mom demanded.

"It will." Dad said as he sat on the floor at Claire's feet. "Just enjoy
the fact that we've just had some of the best sex with both of our willing
kids."

Mom glanced at me and I smiled at her. It felt great to be okay with
staying naked in front of Mom and Dad, even after the sex was over. Claire
smiled at me too and we shared a mutual expression of satisfaction.

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