Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2010 05:04:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Incest on I-80 part five

    That evening both kids were out giving Janet and me plenty of time to
figure out how to get things started. "Well," she said "they're not just
gonna announce: `Hey! mom and dad, its show time!'"
    "Right. It's not like the porn stories where everything just happens."
    "Anyway, we're the adults" she continued, "and have to keep control. We
got to start it, or at least set the stage. And everyone has to be
comfortable...or we could blow it bad."
    "Sex is...if things go bad...I can imagine some pretty bad stuff." We
both fell silent thinking yet again what we were attempting.
    "But it could be a game...you...if its fun...you know, then maybe it'll
have the right tone..."
     "That's it! A game!!" I exclaimed, excited. "A game. How about this:
Truth or Dare?...After Sunday dinner, see...! They've played it before;
they both like challenges!" I could hardly contain a sudden surge in my
libido.  "With some dinner wine in them their imaginations could get pretty
nasty, hot!"
    "Calm down, Jack! Easy. Let me think... In the meantime all I can think
of is Matthew's prick. He looked so cute and helpless in the car cumming in
my hand. What a quick trigger that little dude has!"
    "Like me. I'm boning up, hot one."
    "Be Matthew for me Jack. Be my son and suck my tits, rub my ass and
pussy now, tell me how hot I make you, my own son ... fuck me hard like
he's going to....!"
    And I did. And afterward, all cummed out and satisfied, we agreed to go
the game route.

         "Do you like our parents?" Kim asked her brother that same
Saturday. They'd gone out separately but met waiting for the train
home. She asked this while they were seated on the platform.

    "I mean really like them...do you trust them?"

    "Why?"

    "They're not like Debbie's parents, god forbid; or Alex's, so strict. I
like our parents Matthew, I think they'll cool and...well...this is
important, listen to me." He stopped fiddling with his iphone.  "They'll
cool and they're...sexy. Look at mom. I hope I look as good as her when I'm
her age. They fuck a lot, I just know. Dad I think needs a lot of sex...

    "Yeah, me too."

    "I know....You think they know about us?"

    Matthew looked startled: "Did you tell them?"

    "No...but I want to tell you something Matthew...and I want you to
chill about it. Don't go all shitty on me, ok?" Curious, he nodded for her
to continue.

    "Its Dad. He and I...we did it Matthew."

    Her brother gave her an incredulous look. "You mean you did it...like
we do...you fucked?" his tone challenged the truth of her statement.

    "Yeah. And keep your voice down!"

    "Awesome."

    "Yeah, double awesome. It happened on the way home from Ohio, when we
stopped overnight. We both wanted it."

    "Shit. You're a hot little squirrel, but you're only fourteen!"

    "Really? And when you did me first time how old was I?"

    "Thirteen--when we really did it."

    The train approached. "And we were sucking each other when I was twelve
so don't act so surprised, brother."

    They rode together pretty much in silence until he leaned close to her
and asked, "What's his cock like?"

    "Nice, honey; like yours. I just knew you'd ask me that. You're gayer
than I thought, huh? They want to watch us, Matthew. Daddy told me."

    "Yesterday, Mom... She groped me...riding home from practice. She said
the same."

    Kim looked at her brother, astonished. "Jeez, her too?"

    "She made me cum. It blew me away. Did you suck him? You're fuckin'
good at it...better than Gregory...Tell me about, oh hot one."

    "Thanks. What's to tell? I suck, he cum. But it's a nice cock. Like
yours. It tastes just like yours brother dear. You're gonna like it!
Mom--got the hots for her son! Not surprised, you're a sexy piece of
boy-ass."

    "My father: I won't...no way....!"

    "Suit yourself. But how about Mom? They want to watch, I'm ok with
that."

    He grinned. "Well, s.m.d!

    "She will. Maybe him too."

    Sunday morning we enjoyed the naughty video yet again in order to
prepare ourselves. Again I had particular interest in Mathew, was aroused
as I watched my son's ass rise and thrust. Janet must have read my mind:
"Could you fuck your son's ass?" Since I'd fucked my daughter's pussy I saw
little difference if he was willing. Once you break the main barrier the
others are easier to cross. "Everybody's bi, Jack. I'd love to see that."
    Sunday afternoon: It's a strict rule we always have dinner together
Sunday at 4. We made a favorite dish everyone liked. The wine went down
easy and the mood was right. We made suggestive talk and the kids picked up
on it, responded with a few remarks of their own. And they readily agreed
to the game.
    "Youngest goes first," I winked at Kim and nodded, and she
understood. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Janet.
     "Truth or dare?"
    "Dare!" Damn right!
    It didn't take our daughter long to state her dare: "Kiss the bare ass
of someone in this room."
    Oh, Janet, you little frustrated actress, you. My wife looked at each
of us three of four times and dragged out her choice as long as possible,
faking us out with tempting looks and false moves. But then...
    "Ok, Matthew," Janet said, "stand and drop `em!"
    Poor Matthew protested, "Mom! No!"
    "Honey, its not like we've never seen your ass before. Don't spoil the
game honey...." He made us wait a long time, but finally stood.
    "Go Matt," cried Kim, "let's see that fine little ass of yours!" He
turned away from us and the jeans came down. Commando kid! "No undies?" I
asked. "He does that a lot," said his sister. "Oh, you're hard honey. It
looks so cute!" said his mother.
    That's as far as the game ever got. The real game began from there. My
wife crouched down behind her son and Kim and I moved our chairs the better
to see. His mother glided her hand over one cheek then the other as if
appreciating the fine quality of rare fabric. Kim's eyes were as big as
saucers. I was as pleased as a pig in shit. Janet kissed, nibbled, gave one
firm globe then the other several love bites, all the while making sounds
of motherly pride. "You know Matthew, I used to do this when you were a
baby."
    "Jeez, mom, what a pervert!"
    "But its sooo pretty!" Then, "Lean over, baby. Hold on to the chair."
    Kim encouraged her brother: "Yeah, Matt. You know you like it. Bend
over." His smooth hairless balls peeked at us. On to his asshole my wife's
wet hot tongue descended. I wondered if she did this too when he was an
infant.  In a minute he was in teenage ecstasy, erect all the way, moaning
sounds I'd never heard from him before. I motioned to Kim to come sit on my
lap facing me. We positioned ourselves so she could see over my shoulder
while I reached up the leg of her shorts and inserted my finger, gaining
easy access to that hot slit. I watched her angelic face register her
reactions to what she saw and her contractions on my finger confirmed her
arousal. Kim became glassy eyed but still made an effort to focus on
watching her brother and mother. I whispered in her ear, "He likes it,
doesn't he? He likes a tongue on his asshole! That's what I'm gonna do to
you, my perfect little pussy girl. I'm gonna tongue your asshole,
 perfect pussy!"
    "Oh, Daddy, you dirty man!" The room began to smell of sex.
    "When Mommy's done I'm going to put my dick there. You want to watch me
fuck your brother? Would that be hot? Does that get you hot?"
    "Ohhh....jeeees....uuuuuus....ooooh yessss, Daddy! Daddy, fin...ger
me....Daddy! (now panting) fuck me...  your chil...dren! You made us
with... your cock! ...Ohhh.....your cock is sooooo fuckin' beee ...uuu.. t
....ful!"
    Matthew, the more restrained of my two children, was getting
there. Janet had reached between his legs and caressed his balls to
accompany her oral action. I knew I was going to fuck him and it wouldn't
be his first time. On the video I had watched my son's compliant ass take
the nice long cock of his friend Gregory who lived across the street. And
then Matthew fucked Gregory. There was lot of teenage gay, lesbian and bi
action on the video. Or maybe it was just modern teenage sex--no labels
needed.
    "Kim, go kneel in front of him. I want to watch...you...suck him." To
underline my instruction I pulled my finger out of her rudely.
    This is what I wanted to see: mother and daughter working on my hot son
and loving it. My dream was coming true and it felt so good. The two girls
seemed in competition to please the boy who tried to keep his balance
between two worshipping females. I got the camera. I was in time to capture
my son's orgasm, his bent knees, thrusting forward into Kim's mouth, then
back out to let the last shot jet across the gap onto her hungry adolescent
tongue. Perfect.
    We all undressed and took the wine with us to the more cozy media room
in hot anticipation of doing more and recording it. As soon as I lay back
on one of the couches I opened my legs wide, my cock straight up, inviting
anyone who wanted to partake. Janet knelt first and used her expert
mouth. I thought back to our days in high school when I sought her out
because she had a reputation for exceptionally fine blowjobs. Now her
daughter came close and studied us together. I wondered if Kim had or would
get a similar reputation in her school.
    "Go Mom!"
    "Come on, baby," I said to Kim, "show them how you did it in the car."
    Janet popped it out of her mouth and grasped the base; Kim moved closer
and inserted it into her warm mouth with a sexy sigh. I looked at Matthew
and winked and nodded as if to say, "she's pretty good isn't she? Now
you're gonna have to share her with me." He broke into a big sexy smile.
    A few minutes of this solo performance by my daughter was enhanced as a
result of Janet's suggestion to her son. He moved to his knees next to his
sister and they shared my cock between them.
    "Oh,...fuckin'...hot!" I cried when I looked down. Two teenagers on me,
my son and daughter, on their daddy's prick...they're gonna taste the very
sperm that I put in their mother to make them! Back and forth they went
like well brought up siblings, sharing me equally. Janet used the
camera. She caught the moment as I came and backed off so that you can see
a white jet of sperm on its way to their open mouths. Then they closed
around it again and took in turns. My wife put the camera aside and kissed
them both. Though my barely open eyes I saw my sperm traded around all
three pretty mouths.
    We did so much so quickly I'm not sure if I'm telling this in the order
that things happened, but...
    We continued. With each act, each touch, each kiss, embrace, each sight
and smell a binding like silk cord seemed to draw around us and which I
felt like a physical presence. The four of us were being connected by each
act as if our souls fused into one, the animating force of sex uniting our
beautiful bodies as one creature. I can't explain it any better. And
Matthew had allowed the most intimate kiss: his mother's lips on his
anus. It pleased me to see this because not only was it so hot, but also
because I've long believed that part of the body exposed to another's touch
or kiss or entry is the most trusting thing one human being can do with
another. Exposing that sensitive and vulnerable spot to another allows for
an intimate union greater than genital union. It's like saying "I surrender
to you completely."
    Longing for her son's hard cock for days, Janet finally felt it enter
her. Proud of my son I watched and thought this is what I must look like
when I'm on her. His thrusts were strong, like when he did his sister. And
then another thought occurred: That's my wife, my pussy, and I have to show
my dominance over him; I have to fuck him to keep possession. Next time
he'll have to ask permission from me.
    A short rest, and we were ready to do and record what Janet and I had
fantasized in our own bed. It was time for brother and sister to fuck for
us, for us to direct them, for us to see the actions we had only imagined.
    While I got the camera ready I told Kim to lay face down on the
floor. Then Janet piped up and instructed our son to lay behind her, inside
her wide spread legs, his nose just inches from her ass.  That's all the
direction they needed. My little vixen lifted her hips slightly and invited
her brother to "do it." It was so hot. Later, we watched that part so many
times. His tongue was educated and not shy. He probed her little tight
asshole until she was obviously satisfied. "I think he needs some tongue
action too, Kim," suggested her mother. We told them to trade places.
     Having let us record that they then scampered around into a beautiful
sibling sixty-nine which in the soft light was better than any porn I'd
seen on the net. We let them go at it for a time, but did not want any
climax yet.
    During all this my nose told me that Janet's fingers had busied
themselves between her legs.  Matthew stopped what he was doing to shyly
ask his mother if she would join them on the floor. What a fuckin' scene!
They put my wife between them, their mother, and with their actions played
the most glorious tribute to her body.
    Matthew was the first to taste his mother's well cared for pussy. To me
she was even more beautiful than her high school days. Always careful of
her health and diet she had the glow of sexual energy on her wherever she
was, no matter what she did. I could almost believe I was looking at three
teenagers on the floor in front of me. Three teenagers who left behind the
last shred of modesty and inhibition! I was proud.
    We all rested and shared some dessert. Then it was time for my son to
learn the love of his father.
    I warmed some gel and applied some to Kim's slender middle
finger. "Slide it into your brother's ass slowly," were Janet's
instructions. When he heard this he whimpered like a dog. She put some on
me and I stepped up behind my son. I kissed the nape of his neck and told
him how much I loved him.
     "No, Dad, don't....please....I've not done that...ever...." His sister
snickered loudly. She knew better. And Janet and I knew better too.
    "First time for everything, honey. I was younger than you when I had my
first cock in my ass. You have such a lovely boy-pussy Matthew. Relax,
you'll like it"
    "Fuck him Dad. This is soooo hot to watch. I never...imagined you'd
want to do your own son."
    "I want every hole in this family."
    "Including my ass?"
    "What do you think?"
    "Pussy's good, but not enough for me."
    I positioned him over one of the hassocks so that in a squat my slick
cock was lined up well with his little hairless ass.
    Then...At that delicate moment a sound blasted through the room.
    "Shit! Dad... it's the game!"
    "Wha...what fucking game...?" European football of course. My son's
obsession. Matthew had it programmed for this time each Sunday. Fuck.
    AC Milan vs. Juventus. He became engrossed in the action while I
started to sodomize him again. You heard of multi-tasking? As my dick
penetrated him I placed my nose in his lush black hair an inhaled the scent
of adolescent hormones. All of a sudden he'd forgotten he was a "virgin"
there. His elbows rested on the hassock and his chin propped in his
hands. "Watch if you want but I'm not stopping." Fine with him; he wiggled
me deeper into his butt.
    It was absurd but appropriate too. Perhaps some day he'll be on a pro
team too and me, the proud father, I'll watch and remember this moment of
absolute love for him. Watch the game kid! But give your daddy your pussy!
Kim commented: "Shit, look at you two! Daddy can't wait for his son's ass
and Matthew can't wait for the game!"
    I closed my eyes and saw my young son on the field with his
buddies. He's bent over, his hands on he knees, and they're admiring his
shapely butt. Meanwhile, I have my dick in it while they comment on how
sexy and hot we look and some boys want me to do them after I finish with
Mathew. That image and his tight ass sent me over the top. And it sent
Matthew too. I felt him squeeze down on me and groan softly, "Oh,
daddy....ugh." When he rolled off onto the floor I saw a puddle of his cum
on the hassock.
    The drone of the football game continued.
    Kim and Janet, neither of them into sports, had moved to the far couch,
her baby on the cushions and my wife down on the carpet in front of
her. Janet put her face between her child's legs to taste her pussy. This
is not to be missed. I slid as quietly as I could next to them and
watch. She massaged the inside of Kim's supple smooth thighs, spread Kim
open, the pink inner lips of her tender pussy glistened in the low light
from the screen. "Oh, mommy," she said over and over and over in reply to
Janet's marvelous tongue. Yes Janet, now I know what you told me about your
high school adventures has to be true. Those girl friends you had taught
you well. A few times Kim tried to squeeze her legs closed but they got
pushed open even wider, making her little asshole to come into view. It's a
nice shade of mauve and tight and it excited me. My finger explored that
hot little center.
    "Matthew," I shouted, tear yourself away and look at this!"
    "Jeeezz...that's so fuckin hot," and he turned back to the game.
    Then I put my tongue where my finger had been. Hot and funky
smelling. I felt the humid breath of her mother working on her child's
pussy. I wish Matthew would take a picture instead of cheering like a
maniac, but I don't give a shit now and push my face into her ass as much
as I can.
    At that point I hear something like cell phone chimes.
    It was a cell phone--Kim's--under one of the pillows. I felt a lot of
shifting and grunting and tried to keep attached to her butt, but no use. I
raised my head and saw she's already got to her ear, and her mother also
sits up, a little startled.
    "It's Rebecca," Kim says to us. I notice Matthew's ears perk
up. Rebecca was on the naughty video. Then our daughter goes into long
series of "aha... aha... oh.... no....aha...ahas" and I wonder what the
fuck is going on. Suddenly she jumps up and starts looking for her
clothes. "Ma, I gotta go to Rebecca's...they found her cat in the back
yard, dead!" And she flies out of the room.  I looked over at Matthew, then
my wife. "More dessert?" I asked her.
    We left Matthew still naked, still glued to the game, and headed for
the kitchen.
     Ever eat ice cream while naked? It feels so much colder. She looked at
me and shook her head: "Jack, what are we going to do with these kids?" as
wry smile curled her lips so cutely. I knew what she was thinking. The same
as I was thinking...
    Our kids, despite all we had just done together, all the pleasure we
had given each other, the new facts we had created for our family, for all
the transformation made and barriers demolished, despite all the sex--our
kids were still kids after all... that is, typical hyper-charged teenagers,
involved and enthused with their interests and friends, driven by their
hormones and good health and the force of the life around them. Yes, they
were ours, but not completely. And we were ok with that.



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