26 comments/ 59816 views/ 16 favorites Assisted Living By: Many Feathers Well over a year ago now, my parents decided to move into one of those assisted living places, or retirement homes if you will. I was a little surprised by that when they did, but after seeing the brochures and such where they'd be living, I could certainly understand why. My folks had done very well for themselves. Dad had owned his own business (which I was now running) and had tucked away a nice tidy amount of money to retire on. And they were still pretty young too. Dad was only 61, and mom was 58 when they decided they'd had enough of urban living and had found a place that they could retire to and live the "easy life", as dad had put it. Unfortunately, that meant moving to South Carolina, very close to Myrtle Beach, which was about a twelve-hour drive from where my wife and I still lived. But again, I could see why they wanted to move there. They would basically have their own little bungalow, which was more of a luxury kind of place rather than the typical condominium or apartment. They didn't have to worry about grounds keeping obviously, as that was all done and maintained by the retirement center. In addition, there was an adjacent golf course, which was something both mom and dad enjoyed doing. So I could easily envision the two of them golfing almost every day. Though there was also access to horseback riding, boating, as well as a number of events that were held there at the retirement center itself. They had gone there to take a look, and upon their return, had informed us that I'd be the new owner of the business going forward, and that as they say...is that. My wife Cathy and I had gone there for a very short visit over a long weekend to help them get moved in. To be perfectly honest, after seeing the place, which I felt was more like a resort than a retirement center, I was a little jealous. Already my own mind made up to try and do things as well as dad had, and eventually retire (early) in a place much like this one. We met a few other people while there, especially as they had an open banquet for everyone on the weekends. Mom and dad's neighbors, Jack and Shelly, were just about the same age as my parents were give or take a few years, and had obviously already hit it off as we shared dinner together. Jack was in tip-top shape, even better in some respects than I was, even though I ran every day. He had a full head of bright white hair, and a deep dark tan that didn't look like burnt toast for a change. Shelly was just as attractive looking, though she perhaps still died her hair blonde, though it certainly didn't look unnatural on her. Even more surprisingly, she'd been wearing a two piece swim suit when we first met them early that afternoon. It certainly wasn't a bikini or anything like that, but it was certainly cut low enough if front that I had to tear my eyes away from her obvious cleavage, something that wasn't lost on Cathy either as she even gave me a soft elbow in the ribs at one point. But we came away from dinner, and finally our visit feeling like mom and dad were certainly going to be more than happy living here. Once again...I felt a bit jealous, and even Cathy mentioned that she too wouldn't mind retiring in a place similar to this one when it was our turn to live the "easy life". By now, it had been a year since we'd been there for any real visit, so leaving the business in capable hands, Cathy and I decided to take two weeks to go and visit mom and dad. Naturally, they were excited to see us, and certainly had plenty of room as they had a nicely furnished "guest room" just waiting for us. I was already looking forward to golfing myself, and Cathy was looking forward to doing some horseback riding, something she had always wanted to do. The first indication we got that there were some rather strange and strict rules here, was when on the second night of our stay with them, mom and dad informed us that they had a previous commitment they had made, and couldn't get out of. Something about a special Anniversary celebration for another couple, which was a "by invite" only sort of an affair. We had noticed early on that there was an enormous looking clubhouse that was closed off, and well fenced down near the beach. Once again, it was for "members only", no guests allowed. And it was obviously, where this particular party would be held. Cathy and I didn't think much of it however, after all, the only people we knew besides mom and dad, were Jack and Shelly, and even then...only in passing really. I had to laugh when mom told us "Not to wait up," for them, and then with a mischievous little wink, she and dad disappeared out the door together. I hadn't seen the two of them this loving or this intimate with one another in years. Whatever magic this resort held for them, it was certainly well worth whatever cost. Cathy and I had even noticed that they were both looking a lot better fit. Daily exercise for certain, along with the golfing and opportunity to swim every day, had gotten both of them in better shape and spirits by the look of things. They'd been gone maybe about an hour, way early in the evening yet. Cathy and I casually lounging around out on their private little deck drinking frozen daiquiris. "Dave? Did you see where mom put that photo album?" she asked me at one point. She and mom had been looking through it earlier. Mom had been showing her a few pictures of when I had been a little boy, many of which Cathy had never seen before. She wanted to look through it again, though I had no real idea where mom had kept such things, especially as I hadn't really seen her put it away. All I had seen was her return to her bedroom, coming out moments later without it. So it had to be in there somewhere, though I was hesitant to go looking for it. I always had respected my parent's privacy, even growing up as a kid. Something I knew for sure they had both appreciated. "It's in mom's room someplace," I responded. "But I don't feel really comfortable going in there and snooping around for it either!" I added to that. "I'm not asking you to snoop, I'm just asking you to look for me. If you see it without snooping for it, I'd like to browse through it again." I figured it wouldn't hurt to look. If I quickly spotted it, I saw no harm in retrieving it for her again. If I didn't...then she'd just have to wait until the following day when mom was home again. I poked my head into their bedroom intending to just have a quick look-see, figuring even then I probably wouldn't find it. As I scanned quickly about the room, the only place it obviously could, or would be, was on the upper shelf in their closet. Which at the moment happened to be standing open. Sure enough, there it was, sandwiched between a couple of others by the looks of it. Even then, I hesitated, not sure if I should still even go in there or not, when Cathy called out behind me. "Do you see it?" "Yeah, I see it," I answered back, only then deciding it was no big deal to walk in and retrieve it briefly so that Cathy could look through all the pictures again. After all, mom and dad would be gone all evening long, and I was fairly certain I'd have the book put back, and Cathy and I in bed sound asleep long before mom and dad ever came home. They'd already proven themselves to be quite the night owls, much to my surprise. "Sweet!" Cathy responded no doubt waiting for me as I stepped further into the room heading towards the closet. I reached up, intending to lift the photo album sitting on top of that one in order to retrieve it, which I then attempted to do. But as I did, it seemed to catch or drag along the one just beneath it, which now fell off the closet shelf, down onto the floor. Several loose photos spilling out, which I thought immediately odd, as mom had always been quite particular about organizing her photo albums. As I reached down to collect them as well as the partially opened album, which was now laying face down, I froze! My eyes held there in disbelief! And it took several moments for me to even begin to comprehend what I was looking at. Most of them of course were of mom and dad, nude...along with several others, most of which I'd never seen before, though in a few as I continued to quickly thumb through them, showed photos of Jack and Shelly in them as well. Likewise, in the nude, and in many of them...showing the two of them obviously, and busily engaged in several sexual situations with mom and dad. I think I actually sat down on the floor in a state of shock as I now began to flip through several more, starting at the front of the book. To my surprise, the album was completely filled, so there were literally hundreds of photos in addition to the dozen or so loose ones that had fallen out. Obviously, mom had run out of room, and hadn't gotten any more inserts yet. Now in all honesty, it's probably important that I say something here. Although I was indeed shocked by what I'd discovered here...after all, it was mom and dad, it's not like this sort of thing would have freaked me...or Cathy out for other reasons. You see, Cathy and I (though we certainly didn't consider ourselves swingers by any means) had from time to time, "partied" with some mutual friends of ours. Not all the time mind you, just on occasion, and always with one or two other couples we knew, and never outside of that. Cathy and I saw it as a way to periodically spice up our own sex-life, and with those particular close friends, there was never a fear of jealousy, or any kinds of sexually transmitted diseases getting in the way. So like I said...it's not like seeing something like this was the thing that was shocking. It was seeing who it was. I am sure that my continued absence, and silence, had eventually provoked Cathy's curiosity as moments later I heard her standing there in the doorway. "What are you looking at?" She asked. "You're not going to believe it," I told her. Setting the book down, simultaneously handing her the dozen or so loose photos I had gathered up. She looked at me quizzically, though taking them, and then glancing down at the very first one I had purposely placed there for her to begin with. I figured it might be an easier way for her to realize and accept what I'd just discovered. The first photo showed two women laying on a bed together (And if she took a moment to recognize it, she'd see that the bedcover in the photo was the exact same one on mom and dad's bed). The women's faces were mostly obscured however, primarily because they were clearly enjoying a mutual '69' together. It took me only a moment to realize which one was mom, and which one was Shelly though after looking even more carefully at it. Which is exactly what Cathy had done. I almost laughed as Cathy looked away at the photo, now looking down at me. "Is this your...." "Mother? Yes!" I nervously laughed shaking my head. "And obviously...the other woman is Shelly." Cathy once again glanced at the photo, now recognizing her as well, though she quickly slipped the first photo to the back, now staring at the next one, which I had also just managed to purposely place. "Yeah, and that one's of mom too...but I can assure you, that's not my father's cock she's sucking!" That much was evident, in quick comparison now of some of the others. I'd never seen my father's prick hard before. Not exactly something you'd ever expect to see. But we sure as hell were now! And admittedly, it was rather impressive looking, even judging it against myself perhaps, let alone Jack's cock, which though thick, was considerably chubbier in size. There was one photo showing mom down on her knees, she'd managed to gobble up his entire prick, though again that was no real feat all things considered. But it was in seeing Shelly, likewise kneeling next to mom, doing the same thing to dad's cock, though not quite throating it entirely that gave interesting comparison. "Jesus! I can't believe this!" Cathy finally quipped, now sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me, though I continued to sit on the floor with an entire album full of photos, most of which I hadn't even looked at yet. Finally she giggled, though continuing to thumb through the rest of the loose photos. Just like me, the initial shock of seeing my parents like this had sunk in. Now it was out of pure curiosity, and decadent interest perhaps that we both continued to look through the remainder of the photo album. Chronologically, you could see that there had been several "parties" or "events" which mom and dad had participated in since their moving here. Interestingly enough, the first several photos only ever showed mom and dad together, though obviously participating with one another in front of several other couples. Gradually, more and more appeared, initially with just Jack and Shelly appearing, though in time...that too gave way to more and more couples, many of whom Cathy and I hadn't met yet. The last few pages of photos had proven to be the most decadent perhaps, even beyond much of what Cathy and I had experienced. In one...mom was laying on the floor, and by the looks of it, she already had a fair amount of cum-cream that had been shot over and upon her body. In particular, her breasts and pussy. Cathy and I counted at least six still stroking erections, that appeared to soon be adding to that. And who knows how many already had before then? "Mom? A cum-dumpster? Who knew?" I asked myself, though by the look in her eyes, she certainly seemed to be enjoying it. Especially as she was simultaneously having her pussy licked by a woman, who again I hadn't recognized as seeing before. There were others as well of course. One of dad laying back getting his prick licked and sucked by two women, as Shelly sat on his face, mom kneeling off to one side, holding one of Shelly's breasts and smiling at the camera. By the looks of it, it had obviously been one hell of a party! Though it was still way early yet, Cathy and I both seemed to get a sense of anxiousness at being caught like this. We quickly replaced the album back where I'd originally found it, took a quick look around (even straightening the bed cover before leaving) and then retreated back outside to the patio where Cathy fixed us both another stiff drink. "So...did you ever suspect anything growing up?" She asked. "Not ever," I responded easily. "Hell Cath...I never even caught them doing it, not even once, that's how careful they must have been back then. And I think I only stumbled in on mom once when she was changing, and even then I didn't really see anything, except for her wearing panties and bra, or something like that. So no. No way in hell would I ever have suspected anything like this!" "You think they had any idea before moving down here?" "I really doubt it. I just can't imagine that being the case. Afterwards maybe. But even then, they must have slowly, and carefully been introduced to it." "Yeah, I think so. Even the first few photos seem to confirm that. The look on your mom and dads face seemed a little more cautious, even apprehensive perhaps, though they must have obviously been getting off doing that in front of other people, and visa-versa. But looking and comparing those to some of the others, you can definitely see a change taking place." "You mean like mom getting her pussy licked by another woman for example?" I quipped, something of which I still hadn't gotten my head around yet. Even with some of the other photos we had looked at, I still couldn't imagine mom being that open-minded. Open-minded enough to get eaten, and then eating another woman's cunt. Though I sure enjoyed seeing it whenever Cathy did that. Cathy laughed. "Yeah that. Hell, I know I like it, so why shouldn't your mother?" "It's not that," I responded back. "It's that it's..." "Mom," Cathy finished for me. To which I could only grin like an idiot, shaking my head at her. "You know what's really bad?" Cathy now asked. "No...what?" "Seeing those? Has suddenly made me really horny!" "Jesus Cathy!" I responded to that, as though her admission was too far off the decadent scale for me to admit to myself. "Oh and you aren't?" She challenged seriously. "Not even a little?" "Ok, maybe a little," I acknowledged, though not willing to admit that it was seeing my own mother and father doing stuff that had actually aroused me. Admitting to seeing some of the other people (even if they were engaged with my folks) was a little easier to accept in a way. "For an older woman, Shelly really does have a nice set of tits," I confessed. To which Cathy again snickered at. "Good hell Dave, maybe you won't say it, but I sure as hell will, your mom has great looking tits, and if I wasn't married to you...I'd be tempted to want to suck and play with them myself! As sexy as Shelly is yes...I think you're mom's a hell of a lot sexier than she is! And so's your dad too if we're being honest about it!" "Cathy!" I admonished her without saying anything more. Bad enough she was thinking it...as was I maybe. And worse...now knowing what they enjoyed doing, and worse still, having seen them doing it. I mean after all, this was my own parents! Cathy wasn't about to let me dwell on the obvious however, having moments ago gone back inside to pour us a couple of fresh drinks. When she returned however, she was naked, standing there before me as she handed me my drink. "Shit woman!" I stammered, though taking it from her. "What the hell are you doing anyway?" I asked now glancing about, worried if someone might easily see her standing out here on the deck like that, though obviously she didn't care at the moment if anyone did. "Like I said Dave, I'm horny now. So you can either join me, or you can sit there and watch me play with myself. Either way, I'm getting myself off." True to her word, she soon slipped one of her hands down between her legs, leaning against the wooden railing. Truth to be told...I was horny as well, even if I was having trouble admitting to the reason why. But now at least, seeing my gorgeous, hot...horny wife as she stood there against the railing gave me reason enough to admit to my own arousal as I stood up and quickly shed the rest of my clothing. Needless to say, my cock was about as hard and as firm as it had ever been. "No way that got that hard so soon because of me," she teased. "You're thinking about fucking your naughty mommy aren't you?" "Cathy!" I warned seriously. Seeing mom...and dad, was one thing. Thinking about anything else, was something else...entirely. "I'm just teasing you," she half pouted, "I didn't mean it," she added, taking it back. "But I bet you wouldn't mind slipping this hard prick of yours," as she grabbed it. "Inside Shelly's pussy, now would you?" At least that one I could admit to, which I did. And to which Cathy then lifted one leg, balancing herself on the railing, allowing me perfect height and access to her pussy, which I easily slipped into. "Imagine that I'm Shelly," she told me. "And then fuck me like I was her," she panted hotly. So I did. ** It was hot, fucking my wife out in the open like that, there on the deck with all the world to see if they wanted to. Though in hindsight, I was willing to bet that anyone who could have, was most likely otherwise engaged down at the private club. We could hear the faint sound of music from time to time coming from that direction, though it was a good distance away. And once or twice we even thought we'd heard the sound of laughter coming up from somewhere near the water, though nothing we could make out clearly enough to determine who it was coming from. Enough to guess at perhaps, and even now imagine at...especially after what we'd discovered. Even after I had spurted a fairly healthy load inside my wife's cunt...feeling her climax as well, we were soon at it again a short time later. Enjoying a nice long blow job as I stood there looking out and over the rail, and then craning my neck just a little, trying to imagine what was actually going on down there as my wife sucked me off. I swear, it was one of the best blowjobs Cathy had ever given me as aroused as she was. And then I reciprocated in kind a short time after that. Even as Cathy cried out into the night, I didn't get too worried by any of that, wondering if anyone else was doing the same thing. Admittedly, one person in particular. Assisted Living ** Finally exhausted, Cathy and I had retired to bed, though I noticed as we did so, it was just after one in the morning. Falling asleep soon after, neither Cathy or I had any idea what time it was when mom and dad came home. As usual however, it was the smell of coffee fresh brewed that woke me. I rolled over glancing at the clock, it was just then around seven thirty. "Mom's up," I said stretching, now sitting as Cathy rolled over onto her side, not quite ready to get up yet. "Pretty bad when mom and dad stay up later, and get up earlier than us!" I told my wife, giving her still bare, pretty ass a playful slap. "Ouch!" She complained, even though I'd spanked that sweet ass of hers a lot harder than that on occasion. "Yeah right," I said finally standing, now scratching, surprised to feel a morning woody just then making an appearance. "You best do something about that before you go wandering off into the kitchen," Cathy teased, finally sitting up in bed now. It didn't help that her full perky breasts were clearly revealed as she sat there. Even her nipples were hard, though the cool early morning breeze coming through the window might have had something to do with that. Or not... I slid into a pair of day shorts and headed into the kitchen area. As usual, mom was up reading the paper enjoying her first cup of coffee. "Dad?" "Where do you think?" She smiled. It was Sunday. And dad had a standing foursome with some friends he'd made. I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table. "Cathy up yet?" She asked. "Just. Or getting anyway," I smiled. Mom stood up. "Good, I need to ask her something," mom smiled at me again and then turned heading off towards our room before I could ask her what. I didn't think anything of it however and began perusing through the paper, only noticing when I had read most of it, along with finishing a second cup of coffee, that neither mom, or Cathy had come back yet. Curious, I stood and headed back towards the bedroom where I could hear mom and Cathy talking. I almost turned away, figuring they were having a "private" chat, which wouldn't have been the first time, until I heard what sounded like my mother whimpering. That did it for me. Though I still knocked lightly, hesitating before trying the door knob. "You might as well come in," I heard mom say. "Guess you should be a part of this too." I opened the door stepping in. Mom and Cathy sitting next to one another at the edge of the bed. My wife looked at me and said simply. "She knows that we know." I almost played dumb, but seeing the look in my mother's face told me that there was no way to bluff anything out of this. Somehow she had found out, though for the life of me, I couldn't see how. I should have known better. "How'd you find out?" I heard myself asking, not yet confirming the obvious. "Because there was a photo laying on the floor of my closet," she said. "I saw it sitting there after your father left this morning. I knew then, you had stumbled across our album." Go figure. And here I thought we had been so careful. There was no hiding it or denying it now however. I opened my mouth to say something...though what I had no idea when Cathy did. "She thought it might be easier to ask me first," she began. "She was really worried about what we might be thinking of them." I again opened my mouth to speak, but Cathy quickly squelched that idea. "So I told her about us," Cathy finished actually smiling at me. "I figured since we knew...that they should." "You mean, does dad...?" "Not yet...but figured it might be easier coming from me when he gets home," Cathy stated. "No sense embarrassing your dad if he's uncomfortable with us knowing any of this, any more than he has too." I nodded my head in agreement, once more looking towards mom. "You don't think I'm some kind of a whore or anything do you honey?" She asked worriedly. "Of course not!" I exclaimed. "No more than Cathy is, or even me for that matter. It's not like you get paid money to go to those parties now do you?" "Well no...but, you saw the pictures." I certainly couldn't deny that, once more nodding my head. "Mom, listen. Think about it. Cathy told you about us too right?" Now it was mom's turn to nod. "Well? We're not exactly in a position to be casting judgment on you then are we? To be honest mom, we didn't see anything in those photos that we haven't participated in ourselves." Seeing the look on mom's face at that moment told me I'd just painted her a pretty vivid picture. She seemed to be looking far off for a moment, so I could only imagine. "So you'd be ok if we..." "Continued?" Cathy finished for her. "Of course we would mom!" She half laughed, pulling mom close to her for a welcoming, reassuring hug. "Obviously things have changed since the two of you moved here. And by the looks of it, for the better too. Dave and I can both see that you're both happier, even healthier, and doing better. So if having a little naughty decadent fun from time to time is causing that, we're certainly all for it? Aren't we honey?" I think I was grinning like a Cheshire cat, but I wasn't about to explain why. Up until that very moment, I hadn't noticed that the robe Cathy had on had parted in front, so that now most of her left breast was exposed. It was in fact resting against mom's arm, though she either didn't seem to notice it, or care that it was. "Yeah...of course," I finally managed. Feeling my prick starting to stiffen a little was a good indication it was time for me to make a departure here. The last thing I wanted to do was try and explain why it was...to either one of them. "Listen, I'll leave the two of you to finish talking about things in here. I'll go out and make a fresh pot of coffee," I offered. "Good idea," Cathy told me. "You do that. And close the door behind you on your way out. We still have one or two things we probably need to discuss, so it could be a while," Cathy stated. And with that, I left the room, closing the door behind. ** It was kind of a long, somewhat silent afternoon. Sure we chatted, like always, but there was a bit of nervousness in the air. Dad was due back any time now, and I think all three of us sat looking at the clock expectantly. "Your sure about this?" I asked. "Very sure. It might be easier if we do it my way," she said once again. Though I was surprised that mom had gone along with it, allowing Cathy to tell dad the whole story herself. Maybe it would be easier. Certainly for me anyway. Maybe afterwards it might be awkward for a while, but eventually... Dad got home a short time later, though I had made myself scarce, long enough for Cathy to convince him to take her on a short boat ride. He was a little surprised to learn that it would just be the two of them going, but then figured that since I never had been all that comfortable in the water, it just wasn't my particular thing. And mom had begged out, stating that she'd stay home and keep company with me. So with that, the two of them set off to spend the rest of the late afternoon together. I could only sit and wonder what dad would be thinking about everything soon after that. After they had gone, mom had me come and join her outside. "So what else did you two have to talk about?" I asked. I figured that if it was none of my business, she'd tell me. She'd never been afraid of doing that before anyway. "You really want to know?" For a moment, I actually wondered. "Yes?" "Obviously, Cathy and I had a pretty long, deep conversation." "Deep? As in?" "What we like doing. What you two enjoy doing...things like that. You know, somewhat naughty girl talk." "Somewhat naughty?" I had to laugh. "Such as?" Though maybe I shouldn't have asked that question. "Such as..." mom actually blushed. "Cathy asked me if I had really come to enjoy being with other women. So I told her...I do. I've come to enjoy it very much. And I think since you obviously saw most, if not all of our photos, you could pretty much guess that for yourself. Especially with Shelly. In fact, just so you know, she and I very often get together to have fun with one another even in the middle of the day. The only reason she hasn't been around lately of course, is because of your visit with us." Now knowing what I knew, I responded in kind to her. "Well I hope you certainly won't deny yourself now just because we're here!" I stated. Mom smiled at that. "No worries. I got plenty of her pussy last night!" Hearing mom talk like that was a little weird to me, but at the same time, somewhat refreshing too. "Oh I'm sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have said something like that, I didn't mean to embarrass you!" Was I blushing? I didn't know, though I did feel like my face was a little hot perhaps. But in all my years...never not once had I ever heard my mother say "pussy", nor a couple of other words for that matter. And hearing her say it, the way she did...well, it was sort of just naughty nice, in a strange sort of way. "It didn't," I told her. "And since we're being honest here mom, I'm actually glad you enjoy it, and that you and dad are having such a good, uninhibited life with one another. Just as Cathy and I are having. I enjoy seeing Cathy with another woman, just as much as I now believe dad enjoys seeing you." "Does he ever!" Mom quipped, and for a moment I could have sworn she had dropped her hand down between her legs for a moment, though she must have caught herself, placing it soon on top of the table again. "Though admittedly, I enjoy doing it with Shelly perhaps more than anyone else." "Yeah, Cathy's sort of that way with our friend Janice. Once the two of them get going at it, you almost have to dump water on the two of them to break the two of them up." Mom really giggled at that, though I only then realized that maybe I was sharing a bit too much with her. This really was starting to get more than a little personal and intimate. Not to mention the fact, I was starting to get a little aroused once again myself just thinking about it. "Yeah, she told me that," mom grinned. "So she knew where I was coming from. And don't think ill of me for saying this honey, but I'd be the first one to admit, I am sure watching her with Janice would be as exciting as seeing her with Shelly. And I'd be willing to bet even your dad would love seeing that!" "Ok, now we were crossing one of those lines in the sand," I thought to myself, though the image mom had just painted wasn't necessarily one that I could disagree with. Only that it was mom who had said it. "I'm sure he would," I said instead, and then made some attempt at changing the subject, sort of. "How do you think he's going to take hearing about us knowing now?" I asked honestly curious. "Well, at first I am sure he will be a little surprised." "Oh? Just a little?" "At first...perhaps," mom grinned, though I could sense there was a lot more going on here than she was letting on to. "Ok, spill it," I told her, starting to worry just a little. Maybe she could sense that, or see it in my face. "Oh don't get all rolled up in a ball," she told me. One of her favorite sayings. "I kind of told Cathy one way she would definitely catch him off guard, and ease him into hearing all this, would be perhaps to do so...well, topless." "Topless? You mean with her boobs hanging out and all?" "Well yes, isn't that generally what that means? I did say, that it was just a suggestion, though only if you were ok with it. But you and your dad are a lot a like. You've both always been fond of that particular area of a female's anatomy. So I was also pretty sure that if Cathy started to explain to him the whole story...while sitting there like that, he'd be more inclined to listen without getting all upset. Unless the idea of your father seeing your wife's boobs is a big no...no, or something. Though for the life of me, I couldn't imagine why you would. After all Dave, it's not like you haven't seen mine now, you know?" She had me there. And she was right too. Cathy and I had never had a problem with nudity, not ever. And to be perfectly honest about it, now that the so called cat was actually out of the bag, I really didn't see a problem with it now either, and told her so. "Oh...so you'd be ok if I were to sit here with my boobs hanging out in front of you huh?" "It's your home mom," I reminded her. "If you and dad want to walk around naked in front of us? That's your business. "If you think that either Cathy or I would get all freaked out about it, you'd be wrong." "We'll see," mom laughed, just then reaching up to remove the pullover top she was wearing. The fact she hadn't been wearing a bra, something that hadn't been missed by me either as she took it off. "For starters," she grinned. "As long as you're ok with it." I was. But I wasn't sure what my prick was thinking at the moment. Having seen mom's tits in the pictures, hell...and a lot more than just that, still wasn't quite the same as actually seeing them for real. Though I did my damndest not to stare at them, trying to be as casual, and as normal as I possibly could. Though even that was becoming increasingly difficult. I was almost relieved when we both heard the sound of Cathy and dad entering the house. I half expected for mom to put her shirt on again, though she didn't. Content to sit there with her boobs hanging out. Cathy was the first to appear, and then smiled upon seeing mom. "Well now, that looks like a good idea," she stated, and immediately reached up and around herself, removing the already skimpy bikini top she had on. Dad emerged moments later, taking note of both girls now topless, though merely nodding his head, first at them, and then at me. He was obviously a bit nervous still, especially now that we all sat, confronting one another in a weird sort of way, though there was no doubt in my mind that two sets of bare breasts was easing the awkwardness a little. "You know what I really should do?" Mom suggested, "Is to call and invite Jack and Shelly over for a drink." "You sure about that?" Dad asked nervously. "You know how Shelly can get when she's had a few." "That's what I'm counting on," she laughed, and then went inside to make that call. Dad and I looking at one another a bit sheepishly. "Mellow out you two. Relax. No one said anything about swapping wives, or incest. "Just relax and realize that we're all open-minded adults here. That's all. No more...no less." "Uh huh," I thought. I could just imagine what might happen after Jack and Shelly arrived. ** Mom came out a minute or so later. She had a certain look on her face that I had seen before...playful. But under the circumstances, that told me something else was up. "They'll be here in a couple of minutes," she said grinning, and then leaned over whispering something in my wife's ear. "Ah oh..." dad said. "What?" I responded, now worried. He just looked at me. "I'm sure we're about to find out," he stated turning to look out over the railing down the beach to where Jack and Stacy's bungalow stood. Moments later, he nodded his head again turning back towards mom. "Like I said..." he left off. Now it was my turn to look, and saw what he had. Jack and Stacy were indeed headed our way. And neither one of them had a stitch on. "I had no idea this was actually a nudist resort," I chuckled trying to sound normal when I did. Though I was surprisingly nervous and apprehensive for some strange reason, though Cathy and mom both seemed as relaxed as I'd ever seen them. So much so in fact, that Cathy now stood, slipping off her short, shorts, now standing bare ass naked as well. "Like they say...when in Rome." "We're not in Rome," I attempted to tell her just under my breath, though Cathy either ignored, or pretended not to hear me. I noticed that even dad seemed a little surprised by my wife's sudden boldness, though he had in fact already seen her topless a bit earlier. It was when mom went back inside to grab a pitcher of Margaritas she'd made up earlier that really set me back a bit. She too was now naked. Aside from the photos I had seen, and then her actually baring her breasts in front of me, I had never before in all my years actually seen my own mother naked. As much as I didn't want to admit it to myself...she looked damn fucking good! "Ah...you're here!" She smiled already pouring drinks as Jack and Stacy climbed the short flight of stairs leading up from the beach to the deck. Introductions weren't really necessary of course. Mom merely acknowledging them to us unnecessarily. "Jack...Shelly," she grinned handing over their drinks. "Glad you could come." "Hope we do," Shelly teased just under her breath. "Ah oh," I thought. "Just what I was worried about." Don't get me wrong here. It wasn't the thought of perhaps actually engaging in something with Jack and Shelly that bothered me. It was the idea or thought of doing so in front of my own parents, or visa-versa. I just wasn't at all sure how I would react, or deal with that. Though it appeared quite obvious to me, that neither Cathy or mom seemed to be having any difficulty with that. Perhaps only dad and I. But then again, maybe me even more so than him. A fact that was confirmed moments later. "Seems I'm a bit overdressed," he laughed. Which we both were all things considered. With a shrug, dad simply slid off his shorts and underwear, removing the sports shirt he had on after that. That left me standing there with the only thing still on. My own shorts. I couldn't help but look of course. Though somewhat thankful and relieved that neither dad, nor Jack were sporting erections...at least for the moment anyway. And though I had seen dad's cock a time or two as he'd never been shy about walking into the bathroom to pee, rarely closing the door when he did (unless mom was around), so seeing him flaccid like he was, wasn't all that unnerving. The problem I was having...was the fact that I was indeed partially erect. All this bare female flesh was getting to me, whether I liked it or not. And whether mom just happened to be one of them. Like I said, mom was in pretty fine shape for her age, even more so than Shelly was at this point. And I had found Shelly attractive the first time we'd met. "Don't tell me you're cock shy Dave," Cathy teased. "You've never been so before." "I've never been naked in front of my folks before either," I shot back...revising my comment. "At lease not as an adult anyway." "With an adult, mature penis you mean?" Cathy chuckled, just as both mom and Shelly did. "Would it help if I helped you remove those?" Shelly offered. I laughed at that, stepping back slightly. "About the only thing that might help with, is making me more aroused than I already am," I freely admitted. Though that was perhaps received as a direct challenge. As though they'd discussed it beforehand, both Shelly as well as my wife suddenly approached. And together, simultaneously pulled down on my shorts. In one fell swoop, both my shorts, as well as my briefs were suddenly yanked down around my ankles. And just as I feared, and now confirmed, my rapidly swelling member sprang up like a pogo stick, even bouncing for a moment with the sudden extraction of my clothing. "Oh my!" Mom actually exclaimed, which didn't help much. But neither did it help when Shelly suddenly placed her hand firmly around my prick, actually fondling it right there in front of everyone. In moments, I was even harder than I had been. "Anyone mind if I suck on this a little?" She asked...not to me, but glancing over towards my wife...and mother. It was like I didn't even have a say in the matter. And though my brain might have been thinking one thing, my cock was certainly thinking something else. Assisted Living "I don't mind...if no one else does," Cathy stated, only then looking first towards mom, and then dad. "Fine with me," dad said first. "I know I don't mind watching that, not at all." His comment surprising me. But then maybe, just maybe, dad and I were a lot alike in that department as well. I'd always considered myself to be a bit more of a voyeur as opposed to being an exhibitionist. It never failed to turn me on, watching or seeing someone else actively engaged, especially with my wife. He even walked over, sat down, picking up his drink as though settling in for the show. "Mom?" I heard Cathy prod, once again surprising me in a sense, now turning to look directly towards her, locking eyes with her as I did. "No, I ah..." she stammered briefly, perhaps even blushing a bit. "I think I'd actually enjoy seeing that as well." Ok. A little weird or not. Just hearing my own mother say that she wouldn't mind seeing her son's cock getting sucked sort of sent shivers running through me. As well as a couple of throbs down my prick. Though Shelly's mouth soon encompassed it seconds later. "Oh fuck!" I actually moaned, forgetting myself for a moment. Once again, I don't recall ever having dropped the "F" bomb in front of my parents before. And I can't honestly say I even realized that I had. Shelly's mouth and lips becoming a vacuum on my cock, which combined with the aspect of being outside (public sex) another small little fetish of mine perhaps, simply intensified the sensation. Along with actually being watched, even though my folks happened to be amongst those who were watching. I actually heard mom chuckle when I said that, though my eyes were currently closed, and I didn't dare open them. "May I?" Cathy asked. And then I did. I looked over to find Jack standing there looking on at his wife while she knelt there in front of me, slathering away on my prick. He was fisting his own now as well, which had grown substantially since I'd seen him last. He released his own hand smiling at my wife as she glanced over towards me briefly, as though asking for permission. I think my own smile back at her did that, as she now knelt in front of Jack, taking in his cock in much the same way that Shelly was still doing to me. Side by side now...the two of us standing there looking on, watching our respective pricks getting sucked. "Babe?" I heard dad say, almost afraid to look. Though for me, it was like watching a train wreck. You just couldn't look away, even if you wanted to. Dad had stood up, and just like Jack and I, he was fully hard. Mom had walked over, now kneeling next to my wife as she continued sucking Jack's prick, and began working away on dad's. I couldn't help it. Seeing her do that, seeing dad's reaction, along with all the other erotic sounds being made, was escalating my own heightened arousal, like it or not. It was again a strange sensation for me to comprehend or deal with. Sort of like catching your parents doing it for the first time. You know that you don't really want to see them doing it, but at the same time, you can't help feeling a little excited, because they are. It was sort of like that. Except for the fact they were right there in front of me, (well next to me) as I was getting my own cock sucked off quite deliciously I might add. "Maybe we should take this inside," dad spoke a moment or so later. "Not that I am worried about what anyone might think," he added. "But this particular little party is about the right size...for now," he grinned, and then followed mom back into the house, just as the rest of us did. Cathy stepped in, in front of me, looking back. "You ok?" She asked, actually concerned. "I'm not sure yet," I freely admitted to her. "Seeing mom and dad is one thing, I guess I'm ok with that. It is a little arousing seeing it," I told her. "Just not sure about...well, you know." Cathy winked. "What if..." she questioned without stating the obvious. And I actually had to think about that for a minute. I guess technically, it wouldn't really be considered incest now would it? If she did? I wasn't exactly sure about that, but the dilemma over worrying about the technicalities was resolved for me minutes later. By now, mom was pretty well worked up herself. Once again, a side of her I had not really seen before (not counting the photographs of course). By the time we had come back inside, Shelly had already pulled mom over to the couch, having her lay down on it as she settled in between mom's legs. "Oh fuck, I love seeing this." I looked at dad. Another surprising "F" bomb. But as he stood there looking on, all the while stroking his prick, I couldn't help myself, not even realizing it for a moment, that I was pretty much doing the same thing myself. Even Jack walked over, the three of us almost standing in a line now looking on. Somehow, Cathy slid in between Shelly's legs laying on her back sort of, as Shelly more or less sat on my wife's face. Cathy now eating her. "That really is fucking hot isn't it?" Jack stated. To which I could only agree in abject silence, though still casually stroking my own hard throbbing cock looking on. By this time, most... (Though not all perhaps) of my own inhibitions and concerns were evaporating with each passing minute. Seeing mom laying there with an expression of pure pleasure on her face, while Shelly continued to tease and pleasure her pussy, simultaneously reaching up to fondle and caress mom's magnificent breasts was honestly arousing. Added to that of course, seeing Shelly likewise grinding away on my wife's face. The actual sound of her wet cunt, and Cathy slurping away at it, sending me all to close to the edge already. "Ok, my turn!" Cathy announced suddenly. Shelly standing as Cathy slid from beneath, mom starting to rise as well until Cathy shook her head "no", letting her know in an instant what her intent here was. I think...mom looked briefly in my direction. But if I had intent of saying, let alone doing anything, that decision or response was quickly taken from me. In a flash, Cathy had switched places with Shelly, now down on her knees as she began licking mom's cunt. And just as she had done to Shelly, Shelly now sliding beneath my wife so that she could lick my wife's pussy. "You need to go fuck that," dad half spat, urging Jack on. "That is one wet looking pussy. So if you don't...I sure as hell will!" Jack didn't need any further coaxing however, and was soon positioning himself on the floor between his wife's legs. In moments he had slipped inside, and began slow, steady fucking with her as this now very erotic train of people came together. It was only a moment or so when dad waddled over towards the head of the couch, taking up position on the end. Mom easily grasped his thick tool, and began licking and sucking it. Once again I found myself all alone, looking on...though enjoying what I was seeing like it or not. "Get over here baby. I still have a free hand," Cathy grinned, going back to work on mom's cunt, though I managed to climb over the back side of the couch, sitting on it, now looking down with a direct view of everything as Cathy's hand indeed came up to surround, and now begin fondling me. It wasn't long after that, when things started to happen. The intensity of the moment perhaps, or the spur of, if you want to call it that, became the catalyst for several sudden unexpected orgasms perhaps. With mom being the trigger for that as all things went. Whatever, and however Cathy was licking, and sucking on mom's clit, it soon took her over the edge. I heard mom cry out, literally lifting her ass off the couch as Cathy held on, momentarily releasing my prick in order to support mom's ass with her hands as Cathy steered her through her dramatic climax. Crying out as she did, even with her mouth still surrounding dad's cock, and then hearing dad's sudden deep throated grunt, his face bright red now. I knew then, by his expression and movement, he was currently pumping a load into mom's mouth. By now mom had finally forced Cathy away from her, too sensitive perhaps, though Cathy merely switched from mom now, to me. In an instant, she had my cock in her mouth, even as she likewise began to climax, still humping away on Shelly's face. I watched then as Jack suddenly pulled out of his wife, fisting his prick. Streamers of white hot semen suddenly exploding from his prick-tip to begin splashing and landing almost everywhere. Much of it on Shelly's tits, but several spurts actually finding a place along my wife's back. And though he had removed his prick, Jack had quickly replaced it with his fingers, almost digging inside his wife's cunt as though looking for something. Which in a way, I guess he was. Shelly's trigger! Whatever he did, or however he did it, the next thing I saw was this liquid gush of clear liquid, almost like water, suddenly spurting up and out of Shelly's pussy. To my amazement, she seemed to just hold it that way. This continued spray, this fountain of female nectar, which by now was literally saturating the floor in front of her. It slowed briefly, almost stopping, only to spurt again for a brief moment, one or two additional little parting shots as Shelly finally came down from her climax. I only then realized, I too had somehow managed to fill my own wife's waiting mouth as she looked up towards me, licking her lips...faint traces of my spending still clinging to her lips. "Fucking A!" I exclaimed, and then heard everyone laugh, a tension breaker perhaps, though it was well needed at the moment. Gathering ourselves, though not our clothing, we all headed back outside once again for refreshments, as well as a chance to personally collect ourselves. Something I at least, really needed. I still wasn't sure what to make of all this. Or how I would necessarily feel about it later. But I knew as I sat there sipping my drink as we all seemed to settle into a friendly, now comfortable dialogue with one another, even while still nude, that things would no doubt, never be the same again. To be continued? Author's note: I have decided to let you...the reader decide where this story goes next, if that. I will decide based on reader comments/remarks as to what you think. What should happen, or what shouldn't occur next in this story. So let me know, what do you think should or shouldn't happen. What would be ok or acceptable, and what wouldn't? I'll wait to hear... MF Assisted Living Ch. 02 As exciting as the afternoon had been, and likewise a little confusing for me as I was still having trouble wrapping my mind around everything that had happened, I decided to lay down for a little nap. Not only would it give me a chance to recover and rest up, but it would also allow me the time I needed to consider everything that had happened. Cathy knew me better than anyone else. Whenever I had a problem or concern to work through, I needed that alone time to consider all the options. Usually after that, I would then discuss them with her and get her take on things. I had always valued my wife's thoughts and opinions, and very often sided with her way of thinking when I'd sat down to discuss things with her. I was torn. On the one hand, it had indeed been arousing to see mom and dad enjoying themselves, and more importantly even, seeing mom enjoy it when my own wife went down on her. That admittedly was hot! And yet, I felt a little guilty too. Was it normal for a guy to get off watching his own mother get off? Let alone his own father? I had...and because I had, I was having to work through all the reasons why. What were the consequences of that, if any? Would it change me? Would it change the way I thought of my parents? In some ways, it already had. But was that so bad? Did I see them as anything less than the people I still loved and cared for? No. But I still struggled with it anyway. I must have eventually fallen asleep. Because it was the sound of mom's voice waking me a while later. "Dave honey? You might want to think about getting up, taking a shower. We'll have some additional guests arriving before too long." The sun hadn't quite set, but it would be doing so in less than an hour now. I knew that mom and dad had already made plans earlier to have a beach barbeque that evening, and that both Jack and Shelly had been expected then. I also learned that their kids had driven up, and would be joining us as well. Opening my eyes just in time to see mom leaving the room allowed me a brief respite to all my worried and nervous thinking. She was wearing her bikini again, so at least I wouldn't be faced with the dilemma of seeing her naked, and then getting an erection because of it. I passed by the living room, sitting area on my way to the bath/shower room. Once again, glad to see that both dad and Jack were again dressed watching something on the TV. I caught a glimpse of mom and Cathy busy in the kitchen preparing some side dishes for the evening, and that Cathy too was wearing her bikini again as well. I showered and then slipped into a clean pair of swim trunks, along with a sleeveless tee shirt. I soon headed out to see what I could do to help as Jack and my father stood preparing the barbeque down on the beach. They had even set up one of those canopy pavilions with a long dinning table beneath. Admittedly, it looked warm and cozy as well as exotic with the ocean waves lapping at the beach just a short distance away. I was in the process of lighting the charcoals along with several torches we'd stuck down into the sand around the pavilion we'd be eating in, when I heard Jack speak up. "Ahh, the kids are here!" He said. I turned looking back up towards the house, mom, Shelly and my wife all carrying down various trays of food they'd prepared. And along with them a young man probably close to my age, and an older looking woman, somewhere in between Cathy and mom's age perhaps. The term "kids" didn't fit them either, as they approached. As mom and Cathy placed the trays of food they'd brought down, Shelly made introductions. Obviously, she had already done so for my wife as Cathy continued spreading things out, Jack walking over to hug each of them separately, as Shelly spoke. "Dave? This is our son Roger, and our daughter Christine." It was obvious that Jack and Shelly must have had Christine very early on...with Roger coming along several years later. There was an obvious difference in their ages. And I was surprised that it was just the two of them that had come along by themselves. Perhaps Roger wasn't attached to anyone yet, but I found myself asking, "What was Christine's story?" Roger was wearing a pair of swim trunks similar to my own, though without a shirt on. By the tone of his body, he obviously worked out, and I found myself just a tiny bit jealous of the hint of a six-pack he carried, and which I did not. Though I certainly didn't have any kind of a gut by any means. Christine however was again the real mystery here as I saw her. Attractive yes, in a strange way. Very little makeup, shoulder length dishwater blonde hair that wasn't exactly styled, just hanging loose, but even more oddly. She wore what almost appeared to be one of those short bathrobes, which was currently tied tightly around her. She obviously had well defined legs beneath the somewhat short hem of that cotton robe, but it was difficult to tell much of anything else, save for the fact...like her mother, she had fairly large breasts as well. Though there was no other hint of them from where I stood. With introductions made, we soon sat down to have a drink together as dad finished turning the meat and fish on the barbeque. There'd be strip steaks, salmon, and lemon chicken, along with several side dishes, so plenty to eat. And after everything that had happened earlier in the day, I was famished. Though as it later turned out, so was everyone else. I couldn't help wondering if they were all thinking the same thing I was, the frenzied activity we'd all engaged in earlier that had made us this way, with the exception of Roger and Christine of course. With a great deal of really friendly chit-chat, along with several pitchers of Mai' Tai's, we were all feeling pretty good and relaxed as we sat back digesting the feast we'd just eaten. After a short period of time, Christine suddenly stood, holding out her hand towards her brother. "Come on Rog...time for a swim," she announced. Roger stood as well, accepting her hand, and then walked so towards the beach, the rest of us looking on. I expected to see the two of them simply wade in. But then watched as Christine suddenly removed her robe, allowing it to fall. She'd been totally naked beneath it! As she did that, Roger too removed his trunks, stepping out of them and tossing them over on top of his sister's discarded robe before rejoining her at the ocean's edge, likewise, buck naked now. I looked over towards Cathy, but saw by the expression on her face, she was just as surprised as I was in seeing this. "I guess now's as good a time as any to tell you about our kids," Shelly began. ## It took a lot to actually surprise me. And that included finding out about mom and dad. Something I had come to accept knowing, and obviously seeing now. But hearing the specific details as Shelly spoke, indeed had taken both Cathy and I by surprise. "Not very many know of course," she'd continued. "Where they live and work, everyone sees them simply as man and wife, even with Christine being several years older than he is. Something of which, many of their friends have simply come to accept without much problem. Obviously however, their actual relationship remains a secret." "Unfortunate too," mom actually spoke jumping in. "You can tell how much they truly do care for one another," she'd added to that, receiving a lifted eyebrow from me in response to that from across the way. Mom smiled, but then averted her eyes, speaking more directly towards Cathy than to me. "The first time we met them when they came for a visit a few months back, and after Shelly had told Mack and I about their relationship, I told the two of them to simply be themselves while they were here. Which they did. It's so much nicer, and easier not having to pretend to be someone you're not, wouldn't you say?" She asked still smiling at my wife, and then looking over directly towards me. "Oh, I couldn't agree more!" Cathy responded. "And after what happened earlier today, I think that certainly proves that out, don't you think so too honey?" She now asked looking in my direction as well. I felt for a moment like everyone was looking in my direction. So I simply nodded my head yes in agreement without really saying anything. "Well then good. And now that, that's out of the way, what say we go down for a bit of a skinny dip ourselves?" Shelly suggested, and with that, stood up and easily fell out of her bikini once again. Both mom and Cathy followed suit, with dad and Jack both walking towards the beach wearing their suits, though they soon pulled theirs down and off as well once near the water. And though there was a full moon, and well lit outside, it was still just dark enough to not completely and totally make out anything. With a shrug, I slipped my own trunks off too, and now joined seven other naked people splashing and playing around in the water. Hearing, and now thinking about the fact that Roger and Christine actually lived together, and obviously had sex together was still a little weird for me to consider. But then again after everything that had happened so far, what wasn't a little weird now anyway? And what was one more thing to be added to that? Though I would soon learn the answer to that one shortly. After a short time, mom and Shelly had gone back up near the pavilion where they had placed a stack of rather large towels earlier. The two of them together now, spreading them out into a rather large area, big enough for all of us to lie down on when the time came. I turned back towards Cathy giving her an inquisitive, worried look, once more looking up towards the beach. I felt her hand suddenly find me beneath the water, partially hard...something of which I couldn't help. Not with all this naked female flesh surrounding me, even if one of them was my mom. Images of that popping into my head again now too as Cathy stroked me to an even greater firmness. "What are you worried about?" She asked me. Likewise glancing up towards the beach now. Shelly and mom laying side by side, half sitting up looking towards the beach, though each one with their hands in the other's crotch. "That!" I indicated, shaking my head, just as dad, Jack and everyone else decided to head out of the water as well, leaving Cathy and I to stand there. "Well?" Cathy asked turning. "You coming, or are you just going to stand there?" she asked. I looked down at myself. I was about as hard as I had ever been. "Like this?" I asked. Cathy looked back up towards the blanket area. By now, everyone else was there except for the two of us. "I don't think that really matters any more...do you?" She asked, once more redirecting my attention towards them. Roger was standing in front of his mother, and she was busily sucking his cock! Christine had walked over to stand beside her father, the two of them looking on while Shelly did that, her hand now coming out to wrap itself around her father's prick as she toyed with it playfully looking on. "Well, I'll be damned!" I said still looking on. "Maybe," Cathy laughed. "And maybe I will be too, but I'm not going to just stand down here and miss all the fun!" She quipped, and then took off at a run, spitting up sand towards me as she did that. She was already down between my mother's legs by the time I got there, licking and eating her again. Seeing my wife's cute firm ass pointing upwards as she did that wasn't missed on me, or anyone else for that matter. And as dad had said earlier, he so spoke again. "You'd better go and fuck that...or I will." I don't know if he was really being serious or not, but I moved over behind my wife before he could make the decision for me. In seconds, I'd thrown every inhibition I had to the wind, entering my wife's cunt from behind as she continued licking and sucking on mom's pussy. "Come here Mack," I heard Christine calling out towards my dad. I looked over then, just in time to see her placing dad's prick against Jack's, now holding the two of them together, as she began mouthing, and licking the two of them simultaneously like that. "Oh, that's hot!" Mom exclaimed wantonly. "I love doing that myself!" For the briefest of seconds, I had this weird image of mom holding my cock against dads as she sucked and licked them together. Though only for a second as I quickly shook the thought out of my mind. "What the hell?" I asked myself, realizing as I did, that whatever moral judgments and inhibitions I still had were making all this very difficult for me, even now. "How's this for an idea?" Cathy suddenly announced. She turned then, literally uncunting me when she did. A moment after that, I had my cock inside her mouth as she knelt now in front of me, tasting her own juices. Though that too, only for a second or so before she turned once more towards my mother. "Doris?" She said looking over, calling mom by name. "How'd you like to help me with this?" She asked, still holding, and now waggling my very erect stiff cock at her like a person holding a bone towards a puppy, preparing to throw it. I half expected Cathy to yell "fetch", though to be honest, I think I was still in a bit of a fugue in realizing what Cathy had just asked my mother. I caught mom's eyes only for a moment. They almost looked pleading when I did, but whatever hesitation, or fears she might have had, were quickly overcome before even I could respond to what happened next. Suddenly I was looking down, my wife...and mother, each one with a hand on my prick, and each one with a tongue or pair of lips nibbling and sucking away at my almost painful erection. "About fucking time!" I heard dad's voice saying from across the way. "She's been wanting to do that before I can even remember!" I honestly do believe now there's a point when you do cross that line in the sand, and realize there is no going back. And when you do, you almost immediately make a decision to live with and accept that, or burden yourself with guilt and anxiety forever afterwards. For me, it was almost as though someone had thrown a switch inside my head. Looking down now as my own wife, fed my own mother my cock to suck on was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. There was something not only very sensual and seductive when she did that, but in a very odd way perhaps, there was something nurturing, and comforting about it too. I moaned deeply, pleasurably, and without reservation as mom gathered my hard stiff cock about as deeply as she could, sucking...almost gagging on it before passing it back towards Cathy again. "You know what I'd like to do?" Cathy now suggested, as mom and I both simply looked on. I knew right then and there, I was going to do whatever it was that Cathy came up with. ## "Lay down, and close your eyes David!" Cathy said, using my more formal name. Something she never did unless she was really serious. I took that to mean, she was, and as I said before, I did what she asked without question. Lying back on the towel, the heat of the still warm sand coming up through the material as I laid back, eyes closed. "No peeking," she once again warned, even placing one of her hands over my eyes as though trying to insure that I didn't. I heard no other voice though, save for movement, and that which was still taking place around me, though even that seemed to become more like background noise than anything else. I felt someone's hand on my cock again, a brief stroke or two, more or less. And then the exquisite wet softness of something else. Only when dad spoke did Cathy take her hand away. By then, it really didn't matter any more. "She's been waiting to do that too!" He said. I looked up. Mom sitting on my cock now. It was fully inside her, though neither one of us moved. "Mom..." "Shh, don't speak, don't say anything. Just let me sit here and feel this," she whispered. I looked over at my wife. Her smile, her eyes saying it all. She was enamored by this even more so than I, one hand still cupping and gently caressing one of mom's breast, though she soon let go, standing now, and circling us with one hand on her own breast, the other between her legs as she looked on. "That is SO fucking beautiful!" She spoke softly, still circling, as mom only then rose, slightly, slowly...almost all the way, before lowering herself again, likewise just as slowly and softly. I could hear footsteps in the sand, and then in moments, almost everyone had gathered around to watch, a near perfect circle about us as Cathy joined it, now standing next to dad. I saw her hand reach out, grasping my father's hard stiff prick as he stood there looking down on us. For some reason I couldn't quite meet his eye, looking back at mom again, who was looking now. Looking at me, tears in her eyes that almost freaked me, had she not spoken when she did. "Oh honey fuck me. Fuck your mother baby. Please baby please...fuck me, I've been wanting to do this for such a long...long time!" I slid into her with every ounce of strength that I had, as she likewise came down on me simultaneously. The two of us meeting there together in a crescendo of unbridled lust and desire, culminating in a moment of time, of sweet pure ecstasy and passion. I could now hear the sounds of my mother's wet, wanton pussy. The liquid of her sex encompassing me with each furious stroke. The lather of our coupling becoming almost frothy with each lunge, with each plunge of my prick at she buried it deeply inside herself. "Oh fuck!" Someone said, though whom I cared not. All about us now, the cries and sounds of others, likewise doing the same now. I managed to catch glimpses here and there, Roger behind his mother. Fucking her doggy, pounding into her almost as fast and as furious as we were. Christine on her back, her enormous tits gyrating wildly upon her chest. Her legs spread, bent forward almost touching her own head as Jack knelt there between her legs, holding onto them, pressing her back as he likewise drove into her, in and out...in and out. And somewhere in all that, the all too familiar sound of my wife's pleasure. I almost didn't want to look, and yet I did. Looking instead back towards mom. Surprised to find that she was looking. That look of joy, desire still etched deeply within her face as I finally did turn my head, now looking where she was. Though at a slight angle towards us, dad too was on his back. Cathy sitting astride him, facing towards mom and I. Dad's hands cupping my wife's breasts as she rode his cock, looking over, still watching us. "Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck me Mack! Fuck my hot horny cunt!" She screamed out. Having heard that, for some reason, I rolled over, pulling mom with me, somehow staying inside her as I did. She was now on her back, and I slammed into her with everything I had, all the while looking up and over towards my own wife, still sliding up and down furiously upon my father's cock, as he in turn met her with each forceful stroke. Oddly, even with everyone else around us, still going at it as well, it seemed my whole world, every bit of attention was now focused on mom, on my wife, and my father, as though no one else even existed. "Oh that's it! That's it baby! I'm gonna cum honey. Make mommy cum baby. Make mommy cum!" I felt as well as heard her when she did. Her pussy becoming a proverbial pool of hot sticky cum-cream. Made more so as I emptied my balls into her. Each delicious spurt of my semen, now filling her, spurting inside. Each maddening throb joining one of hers. Her cries of delight, now added to my own as we came together. All sound now, save for that of ourselves, somehow extinguished, no longer apart of these, even though an echo of my wife's intense orgasm somewhere off in the distance seemed to register somewhere in the recess of my mind. I honestly think I blacked out. Assisted Living Ch. 02 ## When I opened my eyes, they were met by a gazillion stars up above. And though it was still relatively dark outside, I knew that sunrise was only a couple of hours away. It was also then that I realized, Cathy was snuggled up next to me, having covered the two of us at some point with several beach towels. The sand, no longer quite as warm as it had been. The sound of her gentle snoring telling me she was still sound asleep. I knew also without needing to look, that we were alone. How and when everyone else had departed, I knew not. Nor did it matter either. It was important, and it was necessary that it end like this. Cathy and I, together. ## "Hey!" I woke with a start, the sun well up on the horizon. A cool morning breeze coming in with the sudden louder sound of the waves lapping at the beach below us. But that wasn't the only thing that was lapping. Cathy had my cock in hand, all nice and hard once more, lapping away at it playfully. "What are you doing?" "What do you think I'm doing silly?" She responded back, now looking up at me. "Would you rather I stop?" "Well...no. But...but, don't you think we should probably talk first?" "About what?" She asked giving me another nice long lick before looking up again. "You know what I mean," I said reluctantly sitting up, which did force Cathy to do the same thing more or less, though her hand remained firmly wrapped around my prick as she did that. "Before you go off on a tangent, let me tell you a few things I know before you go all weirded out on me." "I have NO intention of going all weirded out on you," I defended myself. "I just think we need to discuss things a little first, before...well before..." "Before anything else happens with your mom and dad you mean?" "Yeah, that." "Like I said David," she said in her more serious tone of voice, "you need to hear a few things first." "Such as?" "I knew all about your mom's little secret desire," she said grinning at me, though continuing before I could interrupt her. "When your dad took me out on the boat so we could have our little chat together, he told me then, everything about the two of them...including your mom's hidden secret desires that she's had, but never acted on all these years. And though we didn't really discuss it much more than that, I knew then...after we got back, and after seeing the two of you, that one way or the other, I was going to figure out a way to make it happen. I wasn't sure how at first, but when I saw Shelly sucking her son's cock, I knew then it was going to happen last night." "So you knew about Roger and Christine too?" I asked. "No...that was a complete surprise to me as well," she snickered. "Just made things a little easier for me is all," she laughed openly now. "In many ways. For one thing, I knew your dad was jonesing to fuck me, and that wasn't going to happen unless you and your mother did something. I knew that going in, without even having to ask about it. I know your father just as well as you do David. He'd never have approached me, no matter what...unless things went in the direction that they did." "So...you're ok with..." "You and your mom having sex?" She asked pointedly. "Well, yeah...that and," "Me and your daddy?" She said playfully, making it sound almost dirty the way she said it. Which to be honest, sounded wickedly hot. "That too. So you really are ok with all this?" I asked looking back up towards the bungalow, though there was no movement outside yet. "As long as you are," she said seriously once again. "Listen, David. The fact is, we know the truth of it all now. So we either deal with it in the same way we did last night, or...we can try and pretend it didn't happen, in which case, we should simply pack up and leave now. So I think, at this point...it's entirely up to you. So what is it that you want to do?" "Well, the second thing I want to do, is get some coffee." Cathy looked at me quizzically, slightly confused perhaps. "But the first thing I want to do, is take up where you left off," I told her, gently taking her head in my hands as I lay back again. "Good choice," she stated, and then leaned over taking me into her mouth once again. ## A while later we walked hand in hand, still naked, back up to mom and dad's place. Mom met us out on the patio with two fresh hot cups of coffee. And though she was wearing a robe, it wasn't closed. As she moved, I caught glimpses of her mature breasts and body hidden beneath. To my surprise, especially after just having had a really nice morning orgasm, I felt my prick stirring again. "Ah, where's dad?" I asked matter of factly. Mom sat down across from Cathy and I, pointing. "Where he and Jack usually are this time of the morning. Either golfing, or fishing. Today's it's fishing," she sighed almost contentedly. "So, what are your plans for the day?" She asked, though continuing before either Cathy and I could respond. "Shelly and I have plans to go shopping later, and you're certainly welcome to come with us," she stated speaking directly to Cathy. However, I know that Roger and Christine don't have any set plans for the day, and thought it might be a good idea for the four of you to go out and do something fun together, sort of away from us old folks," mom tried joking. "For one thing mother...you're not old. And you certainly don't act like your old either, which is fine with me." She smiled at that. "As for Roger and Christine, I don't know..." I left off saying. "Might not be a bad idea to get to know them a little better at least," Cathy agreed. "Couldn't hurt, especially if we'll be spending a couple of more days together here visiting," she added. "Might not hurt to learn more about them." "I guess that depends on what you want to learn," I joked back, though got a look of annoyance for my remark instead. "Be nice. And besides, I saw the way you were looking at her tits," Cathy chided me. "Yeah, me too!" Mom said joining in, though she just managed to part a robe a little so that her tits showed through a bit more when she said that. "You always were a bit of a breast man, I knew that soon after the day you were born the way you went after my titties!" Cathy burst out laughing as mom openly displayed her breasts, even lifting them up for me as she did. "Not quite as perky as they once were, that's for damn sure. But they still love being sucked on, I will say that." "I think I need to take a shower before things get out of hand here," I said standing up, forgetting the fact I was still naked, and once more, sporting an erection again too. "Speaking of needing a hand...or anything else. Do you?" Cathy asked suggestively. "I think we'd both be more than happy to help, wouldn't we mom?" Mom licked her lips. I shook my head and headed on inside the house before I took the two of them up on their offer. After all. I wasn't superman. ## I wasn't much of a sailor and had never cared, or felt safe out on the water. Especially in a small boat. Though the Yacht as they are called, was enormous. Obviously Jack and Shelly had a lot of money, especially having a "ship" like this one at their beck and call. With a simple phone call, they soon had enough hired hands, along with an "On standby" Captain who took us out to sea for a short little pleasure cruise. And Pleasure being the operative word for it. It wasn't long before the girls were laying out on deck bare assed naked. The hired crew went about their work as though none of us even existed, which meant they were being paid very well for minding their own business rather than staring or paying any attention to any of us, unless we wanted it. Eventually I had joined Roger in sitting around buck-naked as well, enjoying the sunshine as well as the view. Yes admittedly, Christine had nice looking tits, but then so did my wife. And mother, as I thought about it. Oh hell, and so did Shelly for that matter. Hell, it was tit city and I was loving it. At one point Christine wandered over to sit next to her brother. I had curiously asked Cathy shortly after we'd boarded, if she thought anything might happen while on our little jaunt, and if it did, what should we do? "I guess that depends on what happens exactly," she told me. "Who says anything is even going to happen, or that it has too?" She asked me. "As far as I know, we're just out for a pleasurable little cruise, and nothing more than that." I had my doubts. Especially when Christine wandered over, sitting down next to her brother, and almost nonchalantly reaching over to wrap her hand around his prick. She sat playfully stroking it, not really trying to get him off so much, as to just simply sit there and enjoy herself, as he was. "I know you must be wondering, so go ahead and ask," she spoke to the two of us. "Why and how Roger and I ended up together the way that we are?" I actually wasn't going to say anything, but Cathy did. "So, tell us. How did this all begin then anyway?" "Well, it's a bit of a long story, but I'll see if I can tell it before Roger cums here." Roger laughed, sitting up a bit more in his seat, making himself comfortable. "Don't worry about me. At this rate, it'll be a while. Which is fine with me. I love her hour long hand-jobs and blow-jobs." I just grinned. Cathy had once given me a three hour blow-job, but now was not the time or the place to tell that story. "It actually started before Roger was even born," Christine began. "Around the time I was starting to hit puberty, I began having certain urges and desires. Something I fought with myself for years. It nearly drove me insane to be honestly truthful about it. I had always had thoughts and fantasies regarding my own parents, yes...both of them. But I had never acted on them, nor had I ever revealed my feelings towards them either. The last thing I wanted was to be ostracized because of the way I felt. As such, I wasn't very comfortable around people my own age, so I was never sexually active or even promiscuous. That aspect of my sexuality didn't come about until much, much later. And then when it did, it was almost by accident that the truth finally came out. At that time, I was just turned eighteen, still living at home, helping out and going to school. Which is when mom, at the ripe old age of thirty-seven, discovered she was pregnant again. Something they obviously hadn't expected, or planned on. Mom wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant again, but here she was. And...it was very hard on her for most of her pregnancy, and towards the end of which, was very often confined to bed. During this time, dad was away a lot, his business just then really taking off, expanding. So he spent a lot of time away from us unfortunately. I had come home from school and found mom in a real funk. She was an emotional mess at that time, hormones going crazy most likely, but either way, she just needed some comfort and affection, and with dad away, she wasn't getting it. I walked in on her only to find her masturbating. To my surprise, she didn't even stop. She didn't even try to explain herself, or express any guilt in doing so right there in front of me. If anything, she was even more frustrated, explaining she'd been trying to have an orgasm for the past half hour, and was no closer to having one then, any more than she'd been in the beginning." Cathy and I sat back, listening, though watching as Christine somehow amazingly continued to slow-stroke her brother's cock without missing a beat, still telling her story. When I felt Cathy's hand reach over and surround my own, I was all for it. I think Christine and Roger both smiled when she did that, though neither one said anything as she continued. "Anyway, the short and long of it was, I had her lay back, relax, and told her I would do it for her. Which I did. It became almost a daily ritual for us. And it went a long way in helping mom emotionally, as well as for me. Though also in the beginning, usually after getting her off, I'd leave and head upstairs to my room where I'd then furiously finger myself off. I think mom was well aware of what I was doing after I had pleasured her, as one day I had...like always, excused myself to head upstairs. But this time, she stopped me. I remember her patting the bed as she scooted over, telling me to lie down next to her, which I did. I thought at first she just needed a bit of extra cuddling or something, until she actually reached down, and began unzipping the shorts I had on. I knew then what she was about to do, and obviously, I let her. It had been something I had been dreaming and thinking about for years. After that, things just seemed to escalate between us. Soon we were going down on one another on a daily basis, amongst other things. And maybe that would have been ok, if it hadn't have been for dad. I actually did feel a little guilty about what we were doing, and so did mom. And that's when she told me, she had already decided to tell him about us. Sure...I was scared to death, afraid of what he might do or say once he knew. But that's when mom confessed to me another little secret she'd been holding onto. As you're probably well aware by now, they're quite active, and quite open sexually. Always have been. She told me how very often their 'pillow-talk' could get pretty nasty, pretty kinky at times. A no-holds bared kind of thing that they had both agreed to early on. They could say anything, express anything without fear of repercussions in having done so. Mom had even broken the taboo barrier herself in the beginning, mentioning to dad how well I'd developed, and then confessing to him that even she'd been fantasizing about playing with my boobs and so on. And so it began. In time, they'd very often imagine me being with them, which mom said had led to some of the best sex they'd ever had together. Now mind you, dad had never once approached me about anything, or made any attempt to spy on peek on me. Not once. So knowing that he actually did have these thoughts about me, sent a torrent of these secret thrilling shivers up and down my spine. Like I said, I'd been harboring my own forbidden thoughts for years! So that's when mom came up with the plan that would change my life. Change all our lives, forever!" I wasn't sure I was going to last much longer myself here. Story or no story. Even having to tell Cathy to slow things down a bit. It seemed like the more excited she became listening to Christine's tale, the faster her hand went up and down on me...which wasn't helping me out a whole hell of a lot. Roger on the other hand seemed to be pacing it just perfectly, though so was Christine by my measure. "I love hearing this part," he briefly interrupted. "Never fails to arouse me." Which at the moment, was an understatement. "What happened then?" Cathy asked, though thankfully she had slowed in stroking my cock. "Dad was going to be home for an entire week. A rarity back then. Obviously, whenever he was home for any length of time, he and mom went at it almost night and day, or so it seemed anyway. So what she did, was come up with a plan that she felt would be the best way to inform him about what we'd been doing all along, and do so in such a way, that he'd be a bit more receptive to it, when hearing it. Or so we both hoped. She had made sure dad was damn good and horny, really getting into one of their taboo pillow-talk games. I stood out in the hallway, having cracked open the door, waiting for my cue. They were already at the point where mom was teasing him with images of me, demanding in a sense that he tell her what he wanted more than anything at that very moment. "Come on Jack, tell me. Say it. Tell me how much you'd enjoy fucking our daughter!" "I want to fuck our daughter!" He'd called out, though not nearly good enough according to mom. "Louder!" She told him. "Say it louder, and this time say it like you mean it, like you want to have your prick inside your daughter's cunt, even more than you want it in mine!" He nearly screamed it, even then trying to keep himself under control, but when I heard him say..."I want to fuck her more than anything!" Which was when she called out to me essentially, giving me my cue to come in. "Then do it Jack, do it. Fuck your daughter, she's here for you." "Wow," I moaned, actually seeing all this in my head. Suddenly visions of some of my own secret fantasies surfacing, many of which I hadn't thought about for years coming to mind. And I almost lost it, because of it...actually having to stay my wife's hand for a moment. "And?" Cathy pressed as excited now as I was. "Needless to say, daddy was a little surprised to see me standing there at the side of the bed, willing...and naked. And a little nervous too of course. It would be after all, my very first time. Though mom and I didn't tell him that until it was all over with. He was gentle though, almost as though he knew that I was as we began doing it. Though I daresay it helped that mom was right there by my side, guiding me through it as dad finally penetrated me for the first time. After that, it was never a problem with the three of us, especially now that dad knew all about mom and I, which he'd gotten quite a kick out of upon hearing it. And don't get me wrong, it wasn't like it was always the three of us. Sometimes just dad and I, sometimes, just mom and I. And sometimes of course, just the two of them. But I also have to say, whenever it was the three of us, it seemed to be the best sex that any of us ever did have after that." "And then I came along," Roger grinned. "And speaking of which..." We all sat watching as Roger's prick suddenly gushed, sending several copious streamers of fluid into the air. I wasn't far behind myself after having seen that, especially as Christine sat licking her fingers off, and then swiping up the rest of his spilled seed prior to begin finger-fucking herself with it. ## The Captain had turned the ship around heading back in. We'd had a nice little snack and refreshments, and then settled in to watch the sunset as we traveled back. "So how did the thing with Roger come about?" Cathy asked curiously. I knew she was going to even before she did, though admittedly, I was curious about it myself. Christine smiled knowingly. "Early on, we'd discussed it, and had already decided, that regardless of whether mom had a girl or a boy, that in time...he, or she, would need to be told about what the three of us were doing. None of us by then had any intention of stopping, though we also felt it was important to let he or she..." "Meaning me," Roger said grinning. "To make up their own mind about it," Christine finished. "Which is exactly what we did. When Roger was old enough, that's when we told him about the three of us, and how long it had been that this had been going on. We left it up to him to decide if he could at the very least, accept the three of us, regardless of whether he joined in or not. As it turned out..." "And that as they say, is the rest of the story," Roger again interrupted, though adding. "I think the one big difference with Christine and I is this. As you probably noticed last night, we're pretty exclusive amongst ourselves. Sure, we know that mom and dad live more of a swingers life-style than we do. Which is fine with us. Especially with your mom and dad, who we've come to love and appreciate their friendship as well. But even then, Roger and I only have sex with one another, and with them. No one else. We don't mind looking, being watched, stuff like that. But we've never taken it beyond that so far, and don't really have any plans in doing so either." Personally, I was good with that. Looking at Christine's boobs was nice enough as it was. Beyond that, things were getting a bit more complicated than I had ever imagined, so it was sort of nice knowing, that things weren't going to get much wilder than they already were. Assisted Living Ch. 02 "Well, looks like we're almost there. So I guess we really should be getting dressed," she stated standing. "Don't want to shock all the people on the docks now do we?" Cathy and I stood up as well, as Christine led the way passing by. I felt her hand briefly surrounding my cock before letting go. She looked back over her shoulder towards me laughing as she did that. "Never said anything about not touching once in a while," she winked. Just as Roger passed Cathy, likewise allowing his hand to run across the back of her ass. I just shook my head. "Yeah, right," I said to myself more than anyone. And then headed down to the cabins to dress. ## By the time we'd returned to mom and dad's place, I was more than happy to just crash for a bit. Glad to hear that we'd actually be spending a bit of a quite evening together, just the four of us. As wild and as exciting as everything had been, I really did need a bit of a break from all that. A simple dinner with wine was perfect, along with a quiet evening out on the deck looking at the stars. Even when mom and Cathy came walking out naked, I didn't think too much about it. They stood by the railing, sipping their wine together, looking out over the ocean, watching the waves come in. Dad was in fact half asleep, sometimes his head nodding as he sat there in his chair. I couldn't see how he could do that, especially with two very attractive women standing there naked. I hoped I didn't get as tired at his age. Though admittedly, I was. "We're going to walk down to the water. You're more than welcome to join us," mom said, though I waved the two of them away. "Have fun," I told them, though not sure what I even meant by that when I said it, especially by the look on their faces. "Maybe we will, " Cathy shot back, and then hand in hand, led mom off into the moonlight towards the water's edge. I sat there watching for a bit. Saw them dive in and actually swim around for a while. I watched as they came out again too. And then watched as they stood there wiping one another down with towels. At this distance, with the moonlight and all, all I could really see was their silhouettes, but even that appeared quite provocative from my perspective. Even the subtle differences in their bodies seemed to be somehow magnified for some reason, enhanced somehow in the backlight as they stood there. And then I saw Cathy go down on her knees. Mom's hands coming up to rest on the top of my wife's head. Cathy was eating her out! I almost stood up, then heard dad speaking to me. "Leave them alone for a bit," he chuckled. "You're not missing out on anything." I sat back, in sudden agreement, as they after a time exchanged places. Mom now kneeling before Cathy, no doubt licking and sucking her clit. Soon after they walked back towards us, once again hand in hand together as they did. To my surprise, dad had somehow managed to strip off his shorts, now sitting there naked, stroking his enormous fat cock unabashedly. "Enjoy the show?" Cathy asked, though mom answered. "Sure looks as though your father did anyway," Mom said pointing at him, and then frowning at me however. I continued to sit there with my trunks still on. "What? You need a better look than that to get you horny?" Cathy kidded, or attempted to anyway. "No, it's not that," I answered. "I honestly WAS enjoying it...and didn't want to interrupt anything, especially if the two of you sort of wanted to continue..." Mom and Cathy looked at one another appreciatively. "That's exactly what we had in mind," they both said almost in unison. "Only we thought...it might be a bit more comfortable, inside." I ran off to pee, arriving back inside mom and dad's room just in time to see the two of them curled up together on the bed. Dad sitting on one side merely content to look on, though still stroking his now very hard cock. I quickly took up the other side of the bed, and was soon doing the same. Simply watching my wife and mother as they toyed with one another, teasing and pleasing one another with fingers, mouths, and every thing else, was a dream come true for me, in so many ways. I had always had this fascination with two women anyway, made even better with one of them being my own mother, and the other one my wife. It was for me, one of those very taboo luxuries, that I had only fantasized about in the privacy of my own mind...until now. But I have to tell you, it was when mom began "breast-bating" my wife's pussy, for lack of a better term than that, that I almost lost it. Seeing her holding her own tit in hand, and then rubbing it up and down, back and forth against Cathy's cunt nearly drove me insane with desire. Though I soon noted, it had the exact same effect on dad too. "Fuck!" He stood suddenly shouting. And maybe he hadn't wanted to, or maybe he had...mattered not, he stood there spilling his spunk, shooting it across the way, much of which was now landing in strips across mom's back. "Sorry...couldn't help myself," he said almost sheepishly. "No worries honey," mom said with a good humor. "I'm sure after you've had a chance to recuperate for a bit, you'll be more than up for it again," she teased emphasizing the word 'up' when she said that. "In the mean time, what would you like to see or do?" Mom asked. I knew then just exactly what it was that I wanted. "Would you mind wrapping those tits of yours around my cock?" I asked, to which Cathy burst out laughing. "What?" "I wish I'd made the bet with your mother earlier. I told her, that was one of the things that turned you on the most, and that unfortunately, with my much smaller breasts, I couldn't really do a good job of it for you whenever we did it." "That's not true!" I began, though Cathy shut me up. "Yes it is, and you know it, and that's fine. Truth is, I'm actually looking forward to watching your mother titty-fuck you." "As am I," dad said grinning from ear to ear. And maybe he still had a limp cock, but I had a pretty good idea, it wouldn't remain so for very long. ## Mom sat on the edge of the bed as I walked up to stand in front of her. I felt goose-bumps running up and down my spine, realizing that within moments, I'd be feeling my mother's soft, pliant breasts wrapping themselves around my hard, swollen cock. "Here, let's make that tit-tunnel nice and slippery!" Cathy suggested, grabbing a nearby bottle of baby oil. She held it over mom's breasts, along with my cock, and poured a generous helping of it over the two of us. "There, that should make it easier, and make it sound even nastier!" She beamed happily. The feel of mom's tits as they surrounded my prick was even better than I imagined. So soft, warm and comforting as I stood there in front of her, sliding my cock up and then down between those twin mountains of tit-flesh. "Oh fuck that's good!" I moaned audibly. "It is, isn't it?" Dad confirmed, now fondling his prick once again while watching this. Cathy continued to stand there beside us, now leaning over behind mom, taking her breasts in hand, helping with the duty of keeping them together as I continued the slippery, pleasurable journey through that heavenly slick passage they'd formed. At one point, Cathy stepped around, now waiting for the upsurge of my prick, peeking through mom's twin mounds. When it did, she met it with her mouth briefly, giving the head a nice quick little suck or lick before it disappeared once more to travel back down through that hot wet titty-fuck tunnel again. Already my knees were starting to buckle a little. Though I normally had pretty good control, this sensation was almost too exquisite for me to continue much longer without spilling my seed. "Fuck, I'm not sure I can last much longer!" I announced, hoping for a reprieve, and yet...dreading it. It just felt too fucking good. "Then don't!" Mom said looking up into my eyes. "Don't hold back honey. Do it. Cum all over my tits for me," she urged seductively. "I want to see that hot warm cream covering mommy's titties, don't you?" Before I could even answer her, I felt the first splurge of my spunk leap from the tip of my prick just as I began the downward stroke between mom's breasts. She smiled in delight, no doubt feeling it as I did, as my cock came upwards again, still spurting. This time as the head of my dick appeared at the small opening she'd created with her hands and tits, another rope of semen exploded. This one catching her chin and neck in the process. "Thar...she blows!" Dad quipped looking on in a poor rendition of some sailor chasing whales. I paid no real attention to that, my eyes and mind still focused on the heavenly pleasure I was feeling. When I was spent, I have staggered back to the bed, sitting down on the edge next to mom. Both she and my wife now examining her cream-covered tits. Copious amounts of my semen splattered against them, small little rivers of cum drool now starting to run down between towards her naval. "Oh, we can't waste that!" Cathy exclaimed, pushing mom down on the bed now, quickly maneuvering herself as she began to feast on mom's tits, devouring every trace of my spending with her tongue and lips. I don't think I'd ever seen mom's nipples quite so hard and stiff before. Twin little thimbles of pure pleasure as Cathy cleaned them off, once more pressing mom's breasts together, nipple to nipple now as she drew them both in, sucking, even chewing a little. "Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Keep doing that Cathy! Keep doing that!" She cried out, and then looking over towards me almost simultaneously. "Down here," pointing at her pussy, her legs spreading now, indicating what she wanted between clipped moans and groans of sweet ecstasy. If I'd thought mom's nipples were big at the moment, I was in for an even better surprise. Dropping to my knees, I placed my hands on her legs, spreading her even more obscenely than she already was. Her hard, gorgeous clit all but jumped out at me. Like a small tiny cock, it's head glistening with a pearly moisture, all shinny and glistening. The folds of her cunt, likewise covered in her own honey-dew. Like a man possessed, I ran the flat of my tongue up that heavenly furrow, savoring the sweet succulent essence of her nectar. When my tongue reached that hard little knob, I flicked it rapidly for a moment, and then drew it in, capturing it between my lips, sucking. "Fucking hell!" Mom screamed, her ass literally coming up off the bed. I quickly slid my hands beneath, now capturing her ass, holding her there as I continued to pull on that hard little nubbin of sensitive flesh, gently chewing, sucking, or once again flicking at it furiously with my tongue. Cathy as well, continued the onslaught of mom's breasts, now holding each one of mom's nipples between her fingers, pulling on them, almost cruelly. "Yes, yes! Oh fuck yes Cathy! Twist those fuckers, twist them...pull on them for me!" Mom now screamed nearly at the top of her lungs. I knew without any doubt, that had anyone been anywhere's near here, they'd have heard mom's cry of pleasure filling the air. So wanton, so consumed with her need and desire, she cared not that she might indeed be heard as she called out even louder now, over and over again. "Suck it David! That's it, suck it! Suck my fucking clit, lick my fucking cunt. Make me cum baby. Please...please make me cum!" By now dad had walked over, looking down, his prick hard and swollen once more as he stood there fisting it. The sounds of his slick prick now added to the symphony of erotic sounds being made, and no doubt heard as well. I don't think there's any other way to describe her climax. Mom simply exploded, inside and out. Thinking back on it later, I wondered if anyone had in fact been nearby, and upon hearing her blood-curdling scream, they'd have thought a murder was taking place. As it was however, her long shrill of joy finally peaked as she gradually came down, forcibly pushing me away now, as well as Cathy. She curled up into a ball, there on the bed, still shivering and convulsing in delight as the tremors gradually subsided. "Wow," dad exclaimed. "That was a BIG one for her. Been a while since I've seen her have an orgasm like that. Good job you two!" He actually said, congratulating us. My face was still covered in mom's juices, which Cathy now came over, actually beginning to lick, and kiss off my face. My prick, though recently spent, once more firm and erect. The thrill of giving mom such an enjoyable and intense orgasm, already arousing me far sooner than what one might have expected. Cathy now collapsed down onto the bed as well, laying next to mom, though her hand had come down between her legs, fingers now probing, burying themselves deep inside her pussy, seeking some form of relief. I smiled, and then said. "Somebody better fuck that, or I will." ## Cathy crawled up further into the bed as dad slithered between my wife's legs. "Allow me!" Mom stated, likewise crawling up on the bed, now laying on one side, her hand reaching over, grabbing dad's cock. I stood off to one side, content...and excited to watch. Mom began by teasing Cathy's pussy with dad's prick. The head of his cock, slightly larger than my own, appearing almost like a small sized plum as she drew it back and forth for a moment, up and down Cathy's wet slick furrow. "Oh that's nice, so very...very nice," Cathy purred. Mom continued, almost teasing and torturing dad as he twice made attempt to drive himself into her. But mom still holding his prick, guiding him away. "Not yet Mack," she actually giggled. "This knife's not going to slice her just yet." I had to laugh at that, a favorite song of theirs now coming to mind. One in which that dad hadn't missed the meaning of either. "And Mack has indeed got a knife babe...but not in such an obvious place!" I had no clue what he'd meant by that, but mom seemed to, once again laughing, but this time actually thrusting dad's cock into Cathy's pussy as though it were a knife. "Oh my god!" She cried out as mom did that, and then as dad lunged forward, plowing into her even more deeply. We watched as he withdrew slowly, and then plunged into her forcefully, deeply once again. Once again causing my wife to cry out in pleasure, now reaching up, clasping and holding onto her own tits, in order to keep them from swaying too much as he did that. Mom pulled me down onto the bed then beside her, half sitting up, her hand once more finding my prick as she teased the head with her finger tips, even pinching it until she'd produced a nice fat droplet of clear slick fluid. Only then did she spear it off the tip with her tongue, milking me with her hand again, seeking more. Cathy was already close, and had been for quite some time now. Her excitement hovering on the edge almost from the beginning. So aroused had she been, that I knew it wouldn't take much more before her own pussy would explode in glorious delight. Sure enough, seconds later she was doing just that. She too cried out, though perhaps not quite as loudly as mom had. Her ass coming up off the bed, meeting dad's now pistoning thrusts in and out of her cunt. She tossed her head side to side, her hair literally flailing, her hands now clenching the sheets, tits wobbling and smacking against themselves making erotic, nasty tit-slapping sounds as she climaxed. "Nice one," mom mused shortly after, though dad was still thrusting, slowly now, almost gingerly, aware of her sensitivity as she slowly came down from the plateau of her pleasure. "You're telling me!" Cathy blushed, her face still crimson from the intensity of her climax. "Ok Mack daddy," she teased only then extricating herself from him as she slid out from under. "So how can I make you feel the best?" She asked. "That's easy," mom offered. "Mack daddy," she giggled, "Loves having his cock sucked off." "Ditto that," I said joining in. To which mom now swung me on the bed, once more sitting on the edge, next to dad as the two of them knelt there before us. Cathy now slurping away on dad's prick, with mom doing similar things to mine. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah!" I exclaimed, looking over, watching my wife, and then mom as her mouth performed wonders on my cock. To my surprise, it wasn't long before I was beginning to feel that all too familiar tingle deep down within my balls. Dad too had that same look on his face as well, and I knew my wife's talented tongue and lips were making short work of dad's cock too. I actually wondered who'd be cuming first, him or me. "I have a naughty idea," Cathy suddenly announced, motioning for dad to stand which he did. "Now, turn this way," she indicated. "And you too honey," she said beckoning towards me. Mom caught on almost immediately, or so it seemed, though dad and I both appeared a little confused her by their intent. "Step closer silly, or we can't really do this too well." We now stood, literally and figuratively speaking, cock to cock...tip to tip as Cathy and mom held them together like that. Each one kneeling on either side of us now. I felt, as well as watched, Cathy and now mom, simultaneously mouthing and licking our respective cocks together, Cathy on one side, mom the other. The two of them actually attempting to kiss perhaps, and even doing so, somehow engulfing the two of us together. It was an amazing sensation. Mom's mouth playing the cock-flute on one side, Cathy the other, as they moved in opposite directions, always meeting briefly in the middle to nibble, suck, lick and drive the two of us nearly insane. "Fuck, I can't hold it!" Dad announced almost weakly, whatever endurance he'd had rapidly evaporating. Though upon hearing that, so had my own. As one, we both began to climax. I could almost feel his spurts, along with my own as they shot simultaneously against one another, though Cathy and mom were both quick to react. Sperm flying everywhere at this point, Cathy and mom doing their best to keep up, licking, sucking and capturing what they could as quick as they could, though each soon sat grinning with white cum-smeared smiles on their faces. "Ok, that was a new one for the books," Cathy chuckled. "And one that I hope we'll soon do again!" We soon retired back outside to the patio for refreshments and drinks. Enjoying the coolness of the still night air. Each of us still trying to collect ourselves after such a rapturous embrace. And then somewhere, off to the right, towards Jack and Shelly's place, we heard the unmistakable sound of someone's pleasure filling the night. "Think they heard us?" Mom chuckled. "Oh I'd say that's a fair bet," Dad laughed, adding to that. "Shelly always was one to be in competition with you, so I'm reasonably sure, that's her simply trying to out do you." "Well, I can almost guarantee she couldn't do that, not the way David here eats pussy," she remarked, then turning towards my wife. "And how do you keep from screaming your lungs out whenever he does that to you anyway?" She asked. "Well, sometimes we use a ball-gag, though mostly I have to use a pillow, especially where we live, the neighbors there too you know. Only our neighbors aren't nearly as fun and exciting as the one's you guys have." We soon after wandered back inside to sleep. The night still once again as I crawled into bed beside my wife. Our coupling was slow, sweet, and I'm not even sure than we realized it as we fell to sleep together like that. Orgasms for either of us, not necessary. The pure pleasure of simply being joined far more than that as we drifted off into a deep comforting sleep. ## I woke up to the aromatic smell of freshly brewed coffee. The sun already well up, and not too surprisingly, Cathy already up as well. I rolled out of bed, not even bothering to dress and made my way down the hall towards the bathroom, taking only a moment to peek my head for a look into the kitchen area. Mom standing, leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand, another freshly poured one on the table. She too was naked. Assisted Living Ch. 02 "Make sure you wash your hands," she chided me unnecessarily, as I shook my head at her, and continued on. Minutes later I returned, clean hands and all. I'd likewise given myself a quick little wash all over as well. And though my penis was far from being hard, it seemed to sway to and fro quite nicely as I walked back into the room. A move that wasn't missed on mom either as she grinned over the edge of her coffee cup before taking a seat across from me. "Where's Cath?" I asked looking out towards the deck, though neither she nor dad appeared to be outside either. "They went out for a quick little sail," mom said. "Didn't figure you'd be too interested in going out with them," which I wasn't. Sailing, especially in small boats like the one mom and dad had, just wasn't my thing. But Cathy loved it, and so had no doubt gone along, especially with this being our last day here and all. I was already dreading, having to leave after everything that had happened. "And besides, we both thought it might be a good time to sit down with the two of you, albeit somewhat separately perhaps, and make sure that everyone's ok here." "What's not to be ok?" I asked now sipping my own coffee, taking a moment of delight in ogling mom's tits, as they hovered there just over the edge of the table. "Well truth be told honey. I think there was a hell of a lot for the two of you to absorb this weekend, and so suddenly too. Obviously, you saw a side of your dad and I that you weren't aware of before." "Obviously," I actually leered at her, and not too surprisingly, feeling my prick stiffen with the thought of that. "I'm trying to be serious here honey," she now said, sounding sincere, and genuinely concerned about it by her tone of voice. "As am I mom..." I assured her, actually standing now, seeing her eyes suddenly lower for a moment as my rapidly hardening cock came into view. "Yeah, sure we've certainly learned a lot more about you two that we might otherwise have learned had it not been for the way things came about. But you've learned new things about us as well, so if anything...none of us have any more secrets to keep from one another anymore now do we?" I continued, now reaching her, pulling her up to stand there in front of me. And for the first time ever, I actually kissed my own mother in a way I had never done before. Pleased, when mere moments later, she kissed me back in the exact same way. As we did that, hands once more caressing and roaming over one another's bodies as we stood there in the kitchen fondling, still kissing and exploring one another. "Do me a favor baby?" Mom asked almost tentatively, actually gasping for breath. "Name it sweetie," I told her, likewise doing the same. My heart already beating rapidly with desire here. She smiled at the genuine inflection of love in my having said that however, and pulled me even closer to her, now whispering in my ear. "Make love to me before you go. Don't just fuck me, but make love to me," she asked the look in her eyes uncertain, as though her words might cause me fear or indecision. I calmed those fears by reaching down, picking her up easily, and then carrying her off towards her bedroom. ## We had just barely returned to the kitchen area when dad and Cathy came walking in. Mom's face was still flushed from her pleasures, though so I noticed was Cathy's as the girls stood there looking at one another, smiling, and then nodding their heads. "I'm guessing you still have a cum-filled pussy," Cathy snickered. "And I'm willing to bet, you do as well," mom challenged back. "Well then, what's say you and I go clean up a bit then?" Cathy stated, already taking mom's hand in hers, leading her off towards the bathroom. And though I had indeed turned to watch them leave, Cathy already waggling her finger at me as they headed into the bathroom together. Dad and I both soon after hearing the gentle click of the bathroom door locking when they did. "Ah... girl talk," dad stated walking over to pour himself a cup of coffee now that they'd returned. "A bit more than that I think," chuckling more to myself than anything, holding out my cup for dad to refill after pouring his. "Yes, but then girl talk after that," he added with a gentle wink and a smile. We walked outside together, sitting down on the deck to enjoy the last of the few minutes of our time here together before having to head back. ## It was indeed a long drive back. But Cathy and I had a lot to talk about. Which we did. Already agreeing to come back for an even longer stay, as soon as it was remotely feasible for us to do so. "I have a question for you," she asked, already an hour well into the drive back. "Shoot!" I responded in kind. "I was just thinking about something that Roger and Christine said," she began. "Oh? And what's that?" Though I already had an idea what she was thinking about, as I'd pretty much been thinking the same thing myself. "How would you feel if we just sort of...you know," "Keep it simple stupid?" I quipped. "Just between us?" I confirmed seeing the look in my wife's eyes that I had indeed hit on what she'd been thinking about as well. "Well maybe not quite as strict as Roger and Christine keep things maybe, but how about just with mom and dad...Shelly and Jack maybe." I laughed at that. "Yeah, I could be on board with that," I told her. "It would make things a whole lot easier all the way around I think. But I was also wondering about something else too." "As in?" "When the time comes...maybe when we're ready to have kids of our own. What then?" "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too. We've already discussed how we feel about raising children, being up front and honest with them entirely, based on what we feel is proper and right for their ages as they develop. But I think, we should sort of do what Jack and Shelly said they did. Be honest with them when the time comes, but let them decide for themselves what's right or wrong for them, without pressure of any kind from us, either way. Girl or boy." "Or both," I added. "Perhaps one of each." "I'd like that," Cathy grinned. "So when should we start?" "I think we already did," she responded back. "I took myself off the pill just before we came here." I looked ahead down the road, in more ways than one as we drove along. "Oh really?" I said once again chuckling. "That could be interesting," I added as an afterthought. "No worries," she spoke up. "Your mom informed me, your dad had a vasectomy the week after they moved down there," she laughed. "You weren't seriously thinking that maybe..." "Never even occurred to me," I told her, though I began pulling over finding a nice little spot off the side of the road. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously as I turned off the engine, turning towards her, already unzipping my fly as I did. Seeing what I was doing as she now reached up and began to remove her blouse, she giggled excitedly. "Thinking about your daddy fucking me turned you on did it?" She asked. "That...and a few other things," I informed her. "Which reminds me, just what did you and mom talk about and do together there in the bathroom anyway?" "Get down here and eat me while I tell you," she stated. And I did. -The End-