Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2010 14:29:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Incest on I-80 part two

            As I lay next to my daughter in the motel, my wife in our bed
at home was experiencing sexual excitement with our son--of a sort.
    One hundred and fifty miles down the road, Janet made herself
comfortable in our bed with her favorite wine and vibrator. She was aroused
because, as I would later learn, she'd found an unlabeled DVD hidden in our
son Matthew's room marked only *x*x*. The marking was in his handwriting
and her snooping motherly instinct was alerted. Matthew was sixteen and
girls were buzzing around him all the time. Janet was rightly suspicious it
contained something naughty.
    Curious as to what type of porn--if it was porn--her son liked, my wife
started the disk. She guessed right, it was pornographic, but she hadn't
prepared herself to see her own son on the screen. Matthew was in our media
room, on the floor, his back to one of the couches, naked and jerking
off. A surge of sexual delight filled Janet's cunt and spread all over her
body instantly.
    "He's sooo sexy, Jack," she told me later. "Our kid has a dynamite
body--you know that from the beach--but when he's naked and sexual and his
cock is hard--Jack, he's a fuckin' angel, he's beautiful!"
    Matthew starred in the opening scene. There was plenty more.
    In the motel bed her daughter had just revealed to me her desire to
suck cock. I couldn't honestly act shocked. She was barely past 13, but
there was so much on the internet for her to see and read. Just as Janet
and I suspected, young teenagers were doing more than we dared at that
age--and recording it.
    "You've done it?" I asked Kim as she slowly rubbed herself.
    "Uh huh."
    "Who was the lucky boy?" She inserted a pregnant pause in the
conversation then said, "If I tell you, you promise not to be angry?"
    "It wasn't that kid Alex, was it? I don't like him. I think he's
sneaky."
    "No dad, it wasn't. And I like Alex." Another long pause. Finally she
said "It was Matthew."
    Curious about this Matthew I said, "Who?"
    "I think you know this Matthew. Ours. Matthew my brother. Your son."
    At home my wife had her clit between her thumb and forefinger as she
watched Matthew in video caress his hard gleaming dick all slick with
pre-cum. She imagined her mouth around it. She imagined it tasting like
mine.
    Matthew my son! Who'd have thought? No, that's not honest. Honest
admission: I'd masturbated fantasizing my two children fucking each
other. Janet and I together even had during our own fucking and it turned
us on big time. And I thought how innocently our kids had pranced around
the house unaware that they sometimes figured into the sexual fantasies of
their parents.
    Kim's startling admission about her brother gave me the ok to do what I
wanted. I put my hand over her masturbating fingers.
    "Yes, Daddy" she sighed in a tiny breathy whisper, "yesssss......."
    On the screen at home my son erupted in jets of white cum as Janet
sighed a long "yesssss.........fuuuckkkk........" pretending my son's
fingers were hers. "Then" she told me when I got home, "when I calmed down,
and looked again I realized why he looked so angelic. We got rid of that
couch two years ago. Jack, he was fourteen!"
    Same age as my daughter who now opened wide so her daddy could
penetrate with his fingers.  So wet and warm and tight, but not quite as
tight as I'd expected. I rolled over on top. I'm not the 6'2" man you read
about in pornographic stories but my average size felt so large against
hers.
    "Its big, Daddy," my daughter reported when her hands grasped my rigid
bone and pressed it against her pussy. "Go slow."
    Yes honey, I will. I don't want to hurt you. I don't know if we'll ever
do this again but I want us both to remember it always. I feel your love
and you feel mine no matter this is such a violation of how father and
child should behave. I put it in as slowly as I could and she stretched
wider still and lifted her ass.
    The DVD at home now advanced to another scene, my wife's eyes shining
wide with lust. Only seconds into it Janet stopped the machine--it took
remarkable will power--and saved it for my arrival. I had to be there to
watch the next part with her. Married life.
    In the motel my cock was fully in my daughter. I nibbled her ears and
neck, kissed her a dozen times, licked her hard nipples, lifted her small
tight ass in my two hands and inserted my finger. A surprised intake of
breath came from her. Was I showing her something new? I wanted every bit
of her, as she wanted me. She accepted every move I made and echoed them on
my own body. My daughter was my lover, young lover.
    I felt her strong contractions. "Daddy, this is good" she said when she
could get the words out. Cum my daughter, cum for me. I changed your diaper
and saw your little puffy baby cunt. Cum!
     Me, I came as hard as I ever did, counting all my cums to this day. As
I did so she cried out, squirmed and bucked without inhibition. Then she
came, hard and long, like a fourteen year old. Just like her mother she
waited for me to go first. I told her the apple doesn't...so on.
    Holding each other we fell into dreamless sleep and I couldn't wait to
get home.

Another part or two is in the works. Please let me know your reaction to
this part.


Julian    ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com