28 comments/ 334138 views/ 245 favorites The Naughty Family Ch. 01 By: Ahabscribe Okay, I think most of my regular readers will like this naughty family romp. What started as just a 'father lusting after his sexy daughter' story just freaking took off and before it is over, Mom will be joining in as well as big brother. This is projected to be a four part story (three parts ready to go and the fourth nearing completion), which I hope to unveil week by week over the next month or so. Its fun, its naughty...let me know what you think! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters in it exist solely within the confines of my imagination. Enjoy! Part 1 - Naughty Daddy's Naughty Daughter It was past midnight, Saturday over and Sunday beginning when I was heading up the stairs to go to bed when I'd heard noise coming from my son's room. I paused at the head of the staircase, my hand still on the railing as I considered the sound of something being bumped into or maybe dropped. I had just made my rounds, checking that the doors were all locked and the downstairs lights were out and I knew that since Scotty was four hundred miles away, finishing up graduate school and my wife was sound asleep in our bedroom, I had a pretty good idea who was messing around in his room. Softly, I walked down the hallway and stood silently in front of the door and when my daughter tried to quietly slip out only to turn and bump into me, I managed to scare her, a shrill yip escaping her lips before she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle herself. My daughter, Jill, stamped a bare foot on the floor and said in a squeaky whisper, "Daddy! You scared me to death." Her dark brown eyes were wide and she managed to open them wider as she prepared to go into her "big puppy dog eyes" mode, on the off chance she was in trouble. "Jilly, you know you're not supposed to be in your brother's room. We always taught you both to respect each other's privacy." I could see my daughter's intelligent face working out the solution to avoid being in trouble and the sly smile creeping across her face as she went with her best weapons. My nineteen year old daughter stood up straight, allowing her large and very firm breasts to thrust out against the silky cloth of her pajamas, almost brushing my chest, knowing full well that she was offering up a very distracting view of her cleavage from between the considerably unbuttoned portion of her pajama top. "I wasn't doing anything wrong, Daddy -- just borrowing a couple of Scotty's movies." She brought up a handful of disks quickly and then dropped her hand back down to her thigh, almost putting her hand behind her back, moving that leg forward as if to distract me -- her long and shapely leg turning outward enough to show her toned inner thigh in her pajama shorts. "Diana and I were bored and thought we'd watch some movies." Diana was one of her best friends from all the way back to grade school and home for a week on Spring Break. Friends since they were both little, the girls had been having sleepovers at each other's home for as long as I could remember...a tradition they'd kept up even after graduation whenever the opportunity arose. "Uh huh," I responded. "And what movies might those be?" Jill looked down, already figuring out that she was busted, but she tried to delay by slowly brushing her long, blonde hair back, her actions exposing a bit more of her bountiful cleavage and making her firm breasts bounce enticingly. But, realizing she had no way out, she let out a long suffering sigh and handed them to me. One was entitled "HARD COCK & YOUNG PUSSY," the cover on the DVD showing a young, dark haired woman with legs spread sitting atop a large penis and facing away from her male friend. Surrounding the pornographic image were inset shots of several young women taking cum shots to their faces, large cocks hovering over their open mouths. The other had the oxymoronic title of "MATURE DYKES WHO LOVE COCK!" illustrated by a redheaded woman having her pussy licked by a older ash-blonde haired woman who was lying on her side, left leg lifted high while a young, heavily muscled man buried his cock inside her shaved pussy. "Really, Jilly...porn?" I managed to say with a steady, even voice, trying to pretend my own cock wasn't twitching to life under my old, flannel robe. "You and Diane are raiding your brother's porn stash?" My daughter looked at me a little coyly and shrugged her shoulders, making the exposed portion of her breasts bounce slightly which in turn made my cock twitch more than slightly. "What can I tell you, Daddy? Diana and I are just sorta bored and we're both a bit horny and well..." She grinned at me evilly and again shrugged her shoulders, again making those pert breasts of hers bounce. I let out a long suffering sigh and handed the DVDs back to her and said, "Make sure your mother doesn't find them and put them back where you found them, Jilly." Jill giggled and then impulsively rising up on her toes, kissed me on the cheek, her young, lush body rubbing up against me, making my cock stand up and take notice. "Thanks, Daddy!" she giggled and I wondered if she could feel the rising tent under my robe. She scooted around me and bounced enticingly back towards her room as I turned and watched, not for the first time taking in the sexy vixen that was my daughter. Jill or Jilly as I had called her since she was little, stood five feet, seven inches tall. She was tall and curvy with a lovely, impish face framed by long blonde hair that hung down halfway down her back. She had big, firm breasts -- 38D according to the various lacy bras I often found in the wash. She had long, toned legs, muscles firmed up by years on the soccer team. She was beautiful and sexy and I had been having impure thoughts about her since she'd hit puberty. Once she closed her door behind her, pausing just long enough to give me a sexy wink that would cause most men to cum in their pants, I headed towards the master bedroom where my wife Sandra was sleeping. The image of my lovely daughter and her friend watching hard core porn halted me in my steps. Diana was a black haired version of my daughter with larger, more pillow-like breasts and I recalled many delightful moments at my daughter's soccer games watching her run up and down the field, Diana's sports bra doing little to mask the stunning vision of her breasts bouncing up and down. I turned around and went back downstairs, making my way to the small bar in my den and having a couple of fingers of the good single malt scotch as I contemplated my perverted thoughts. I sometimes wondered how much my daughter knew of my attraction to her -- that as she had blossomed into a shapely and sexy young woman, I was nearly helpless in trying to take my eyes off of her. Certainly, she knew she had her father wrapped around her little finger. She always had, after all, she was my sweet Jilly, my little girl whose happiness was paramount to my own. By her late teens, she knew she could get what she wanted from me by acting flirtatiously coy, wearing her skimpy outfits -- short shorts, halter tops, bandana tops, and when all else failed, brushing up against me as she nibbled on her thumb. By then, I was usually a sweaty, cock-throbbing mess, unable to refuse all but her most outrageous requests. Fortunately for me, I was married to the most understanding woman in the world. Sandra, a raven-haired beauty, much more zaftig than her daughter with brilliant green eyes made even sexier by the cat's eye glasses she'd been wearing since we met in college. She was the sensible parent that slapped down Jilly's more extreme requests and while recognizing my lusty attitudes towards our daughter, she had never objected knowing that she would be the chief beneficiary of my incestuous thoughts. Sandra and I had married right out of college with our son Scotty already growing inside my wife's womb. Jilly had come along four years later and we could have been spokespersons for the modern happy nuclear family. By the time Scotty was finishing high school and Jilly hit puberty, we were still happy, but our marriage -- especially our love life was a little stale. I had some health issues at the time and had difficulty sometimes even getting it up. Then Jilly went from sweet little girl to sexy Lolita seemingly overnight and one afternoon after watching her waltz nonchalantly through the house in a bikini that should have been illegal for anyone her age to wear, I found myself sporting harder wood than I'd had in several years. I went caveman on Sandra and had practically dragged her upstairs where I fucked her harder than I had since we were still in our twenties. Afterwards, while Sandra tried to catch her breath, her legs spread wide, her thick labia spread wide below her neatly trimmed black bush, she had asked me in an appreciative voice, "What the hell got into you, John?" I was sitting up in bed, gazing down at my wife, enjoying the sexy view of her meaty breasts rolling as she gasped for breath. I started to make something up, but I had never been good at lying to her and while I tried to think of something, the image of my daughter, coltish legs and newly budding breasts, scarcely concealed by a tiny, pink and white polka-dotted bikini came into my mind and for the second time in an hour I had an erection any teenage boy would have been proud of. I didn't answer my wife's question, but instead climbed back between her solid thighs and fucked her again. It was a wild and animalistic fuck -- both of us biting and clawing at each other, Sandra eventually winding up on top, riding me as the sweat poured off her body and her pendulous breasts flying about as a carnal lust swept us away that at age thirty-nine, we hadn't felt in a long time. It ended with me on top again, thrusting my cock deep into my wife's pussy like a man gone insane. We'd slept and then I'd awoken to Sandra giving me head, her tongue cleaning my cock of her pussy cream and sperm, her head bobbing slowly up and down between my legs. I still hadn't answered her question, but she had been studying on it and suddenly she lifted her head and glared at me. Her hand wrapped around my limp penis, my wife said with utter certainty, "Jill got you turned on, didn't she? You saw her in that slutty little bikini I told her not to wear and she made your cock hard as a rock...your own daughter, John." I wasn't sure what to say, but my lust and my cock betrayed me as the very recollection of my daughter made my penis begin to swell. Sandra looked at me with a stern, disapproving look for a moment, then a grin broke out on her face. "John, you fucking pervert. Jill's put new life in your dick, hasn't she?" My wife began stroking my growing cock as she continued talking. "Those growing titties of hers and those long legs get you excited and I bet you damn near cum just thinking about what's between those pretty legs, don't you...Daddy?" I groaned and nodded as I gasped, "Yes, fuck it. Yes. I'm sorry, honey. It just happened. I didn't even plan it. I saw her...I saw Jilly and well..." My wife laughed and said, "I don't care, John." She gave my now erect cock another long and loving lick. Still keeping a tight grip on my cock, she began crawling on top of me, her free hand taking hold of my chin as she hovered over me, lowering her head until our lips were almost brushing and we could see our reflections in each other's eyes. In a voice choked with lust, my wife again repeated, "I don't care, John. You've fucked me like you haven't since we were kids and I love it. Peek at our daughter all you want so long as this big, hard cock winds up in me at night!" And that's what had happened. The last six years had been the best sexually of our twenty-three years of marriage. If our daughter was at home, more likely than not, Sandra and I were having hot sex -- not always inspired by Jilly, my wife having her own charms, but more than enough times that Sandra had swallowed her dislike of many of our daughter's more provocative outfits, knowing that even if I got only a quick glimpse of Jill scantily dressed, I was likely to reward my wife with at least one hard, impassioned fuck. In the utter stillness of the early morning hour, I heard a door above me open and close, then the toilet flush and then a little giggle as my daughter or her friend made their way back from the bathroom. I finished the last of my scotch and made my way back upstairs. As I started down the hall, I paused in the just used bathroom and flicked out the light switch that had been left on...a penny saved is a penny earned. In the now darkened hall, a minute strip of light shone from my daughter's not quite closed bedroom door. I stood in the middle of the hallway and just listened. Girlish whispers and faint music came through the sliver of open door. Quietly in my socked feet, I found myself drawn towards that light...almost dragged to it, my semi-erect cock leading the way. As silent as a ghost, I eased up to the door and peered inside. I felt my cock go to full erection with even a spurt of pre-cum as I spied my daughter and her friend Diana sitting up against the old oak headboard of Jilly's bed. Jilly had lost her pajama top and her large, firm breasts, still easily resisting the forces of gravity were perfectly visible, full and round, capped by dark and reddish puffy aureoles with thick nipples that eerily resembled her mother's. Diana was wearing a modest baby-doll negligee, white and opaque, but spread wide, almost off her shoulders, revealing her huge tits that were slung lower on her chest, two inch long nipples the size of dimes jutting out of aureoles more pinkish than Jilly's red ones. I stifled a moan as I watched them both rubbing their crotches -- Jilly rubbing her pussy through her pajama bottoms while Diana worked fingers over a large wet spot in the white panties that matched her negligee. Both were avidly watching a television somewhere beyond my view. The sounds of wet fucking and women's moans mixed with gasps and comments from my daughter and her friend. "Fuck it, look at the size of that cock!" moaned Jilly. "He's so big, he can barely get it inside her cunt!" My daughter's hand was rubbing her crotch roughly. "What about that hot bitch's tongue," gasped Diana. "Look how long it is and what it's doing to the redhead's pussy. Look how she makes her cum -- she's practically spraying pussy juice. Look how wet that bitch's face is. Fuck, I'd love to lick all that pussy juice off her face!" Jilly giggled and stuck her tongue out at her friend. "Yeah, I thought that slitlicker reminded me of someone. Me, I wanna big old cock fucking me is what I want right now." Diana floored me by suddenly getting into my daughter's face, her mouth swallowed Jilly's tongue and the two kissed for a moment. When the kiss broke, Diana kissed her way down towards Jill's swollen nipples, saying, "I want cock too. I want a big dick fucking me while I lick your little pussy." Jill purred as Diana's tongue danced around her thick, blood engorged nub and began to wiggle out of her pajama shorts. "Mmmmm, maybe I should go wake up Daddy and have him dick you while you eat me, sweetie!" My daughter's friend giggled as she slithered down on the bed further, helping Jilly drag her pajama bottoms off and flinging them away, almost hitting the barely open door I was peeking through. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Jill. See your daddy's big dick pumping me, warming up on my pussy before he fucked you with it!" She slid a hand through my daughter's suddenly naked pussy, clean shaven and her long pussy lips blossoming, revealing her sweet pink and very wet cunt meat. Jilly gasped as Diana slipped a finger inside her. "Fuck, girlfriend. You are a kinky bitch!" Diana leaned in and flicked her tongue over my daughter's wet pussy. "I'm kinky? Fuck, I've seen how your father looks at you. I've seen the big tent in his pants after you play the cock teaser with Daddy. He wants to fuck your brains out and you, you slut, you're getting wetter the more I talk about your Daddy putting his cock inside your sweet pussy!" My daughter's legs flew upwards as her face screwed up in ecstatic delight while Diana began to lick Jilly's cunt with a passion. She wormed two fingers into Jilly's pussy hole, twisting and turning them as her tongue fluttered over her dripping wet flesh. "Oh yeah, you'd like to fuck your Daddy, wouldn't you, bitch?" teased Diana. "Bet he's got a hard cock...thick and long and it's always hard for his sweet Jilly!" Jilly's body jerked and convulsed, her fingers furiously pinching her nipples as her life long best friend lapped at her pussy. "Yessssss," my daughter hissed. "I want to fuck Daddy. I want him to make me scream like he makes Mom scream!" My head was spinning and I had to reach out to the wall to keep from toppling over. I suddenly realized my robe was undone and my cock was jutting out between the fly of my pajamas and I was nearly ready to cum as my hand stroked it feverishly. I took one last look at my daughter and her friend, the image of her squirming body writhing under the assault of Diana's writhing tongue and now three fingers stirring inside her tight pussy to be forever burned into my memory. Frantically, she reached out and grabbed a stuffed teddy bear I'd won her at a county fair years ago and pressed it against her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. I staggered away, the need to cum insistent and I made my way to the bedroom where my wife was buried under the covers, snoring steadily. I switched on a low wattage lamp on my side of the bed and climbed into bed, walking on my knees to the center, tugging on the heavy quilt and sliding it off my wife's sleeping form. She mewled unhappily in her slumber, reaching for the covers, but I held them fast as I reached out and stroked her shoulder. "Sandra...baby, lets make love," I said softly, gently shaking her shoulder. "Mnnnnngggggg...I'm sleeping, John," she moaned, still mostly asleep, her hand flailing at the air as if to push me away. I bent down and kissed my way up her arm, over her shoulder and into the hollow of her neck which I knew she liked to have kissed and nuzzled. My cock, dripping cum, poked her in the back, the head smearing semen lightly over her fair skin as I hissed into her ear, "Wake up, darling. I need you." She again moaned in protestation as I ran a hand up under her nightgown and caressed her breast, urging her nipple to harden. When I teased the shell of her ear with my tongue, she shivered at my wet, tickling appendage and with a wordless wail, spun around in bed, snapping, "Dammit, John. I was sound asleep..." When my erection slapped her in the face, she stopped talking and let her eyes get focused in the dim light of the bedside lamp. I shrugged off my robe as she assessed the situation and wiped the sleep from her eyes before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around my cock. "Someone's horny," she said, resignation heavy in her voice, but also with a tinge of amusement and mischief. Sandra slowly stroked my cock and said, "Hmmmmmm," as sperm slowly leaked out the tip of my penis. "Somebody's ready to pop!" She narrowed her gaze and said in a mock scolding voice, "What did Jilly do to you to get you in this state?" Her breath was warm on my cock -- her lips so close and yet so far away. I groaned and thrust forward a little, aching to get my cock into her mouth. "She, Diana, Scotty's porn, Omigod!" I stammered. My words didn't produce comprehension on my wife's face, but she did have an understanding of my situation and smiled and said, "You naughty daddy," before opening her lips wide and engulfing my cock. Her eyes stayed fixed on my face, communicating her amusement and love as she quickly set about trying to relieve my aching cock, her tongue dancing merrily over my cock, touching and probing with longtime knowledge of my sensitive spots as she slowly slid her lips down my shaft, taking me deep in her throat, my pubic hairs tickling her nose before she reversed direction and sucking steadily, dragged her lips the opposite way, her tongue washing over my shaft as she moved. The Naughty Family Ch. 01 It only took a minute in my heightened state of arousal before I moaned, "I'm cumming, Sandra!" My wonderful wife, mumbled a reply in the positive, her hand cupping my testicles as she tightened her lips around my cock, holding the head of my cock in her mouth and sucking me harder while her tongue rubbed itself roughly around the crown until with a loud moan I began to shoot hot semen into her mouth. Sandra made some nearly obscene gurgling sounds that spurred me on as she drank my sperm, sucking me as she gently caressed my balls, milking me for my seed that she drank like it was fine wine. I came hard and for a moment I thought my heart might give out as it felt like I would never stop shooting semen, the world graying around me and centering all existence around my wife's fantastic mouth. Then I was flat on my back, sweat covering my body as Sandra curled up beside me and got the entire story of the late night's naughtiness from me. When I had told her everything, she leaned up and kissed me with semen smeared lips and then took my semi-erect cock in her hand, not stroking it, but holding it like it was a fragile and precious item. "So, not just getting the sneaky looks in now and then, huh, you pervert?" she said in a teasing voice. "My husband is turning into a peeping tom and caught our daughter having a nasty lesbian fuck, huh?" Sandra didn't seem all that shocked and I wheezed, "You mean you knew that Jilly and Diana were....?" "Pussy lickers?" Sandra responded. "While you just like watching our sexy daughter, I actually keep an eye on what's she's doing." She paused and said, "I caught them making out a long time ago when you first installed the hot tub on the deck." She let go of my twitching cock for a moment and patted me on my stomach. "Don't despair though, as you might have guessed from her naughty talk, our daughter likes boys too, so maybe you have a chance yet." Her teasing words made my cock jerk as it began to revive. Still, I had to defend myself. "Sandra, you know I would never...I look and I fantasize, but I would never betray you." I paused for a moment. "I would never fuck our daughter, Sandra." I said with as much force as I could muster and not sound stupid. Sandra rose up on her elbow to look down at me, smiling mysteriously. "I know you're an honorable man, John, but this crush on your daughter has just been getting bigger as the years go by and now that you know she has fantasies about you too, I know the temptation is going to be greater." I started to protest, but Sandra put fingers against my lips and said, "Now honey, you know I'm right about this and if your yearning to make your dreams about Jilly come true are growing stronger, I know her desires are growing too. I felt my heart do some odd things as my cock grew harder while I said, "How do you know this?" Sandra rolled her eyes. "It's pretty obvious, idiot. She watches you like you watch her -- always pushing the limit on what she's wearing to see how much she turns you on and when she and I are alone, lately her questions about you and us make the Kinsey report look like Weekly Reader." She grinned and said in a voice that a dead on approximation of Jilly's, "Do you and Daddy have sex a lot, Mom? Is Daddy good in the sack, Mom? What is he doing to you that makes you scream so loud some nights, Mom? Is Daddy's cock big, Mom? How big, Mom? What's his favorite position, Mom?" My wife laughed as I lay there all agog, my mouth hanging open in shock. "She thinks she's being so sophisticated and adult, just two grown women talking about sex and I can smell her arousal the whole time, squirming in her chair like she's a little girl who needs to go to the bathroom while not wanting to miss her favorite Brady Bunch episode." Sandra rested her head on my chest, looking up at me lovingly while her hand returned to stroke my returned erection. "If you don't make the first move soon, John, I guarantee Jilly will." She gave me a little smirk. "And when have you ever been able to refuse your daughter anything anyway?" I opened my mouth to protest and then closed it. "You are my wife, Sandra. I will not cheat on you with our daughter." Sandra grinned and said, "It's not cheating if I give you my blessing." She rose up again and leaned down to kiss me. "I love you, John and I know you'd do everything in your power to remain faithful, but...that's Jilly we're talking about and I know her and you. If you two can't help yourselves, then do it with my blessing. I have just two conditions." As I tried to comprehend my wife's words giving me permission to have an affair with my daughter, it took me several seconds to process her last words. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head to fully understand what she was telling me. "Two conditions?" I asked. Sandra nodded and said, "Two, John. First, this cock," and she gave it a light squeeze for emphasis, "Is in our bed at the end of every single night. You have my blessing to fuck our daughter, but in the end, you are still my husband and I love you and I'm not giving you up." I nodded, smiling up at my wife and raising up to kiss her after saying, "Yes, my wife." "Second," Sandra's voice grew cold and deadly. "If you hurt our baby girl, I'll cut your cock off and feed it to you!" I shivered as I heard the absolute truth in her words. Sandra's heritage including some very passionate Sicilians complete with legends and stories of vengeance and vendettas in the old country that made me remember not for the first time to not piss my wife off. "Yes, my wife," I repeated. A long silence followed as she continued to masturbate me and we stared into each other's eyes. In her face I saw love and amusement and speculations of wondrous things to come. Finally, I said, "She really asks about our sex life?" Sandra nodded and resumed her imitation of Jilly's voice. "Does Daddy like blowjobs, Mom? Does Daddy go down on you, Mom? What's his favorite position, Mom? What position do you like Daddy to fuck you in, Mom?" My wife's eyes sparkled with sudden mischief and she sat up and turned over, now on her hands and knees. She glanced down at me, wiggling her butt as she continued in Jilly's voice. "Do you think Daddy wants to fuck me, Mom? Like you think he might just fuck me doggy style right now, Mom?" I was up and kneeling behind her before I even knew I was going to do it. My hand spread my wife's voluptuous ass cheeks, revealing her wet and swollen labia, juices glittering on her trimmed bush. In our daughter's voice, Sandra cried out, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your baby girl hard!" She gave a loud squeal, not unlike the squeals Jilly had been making under the assault of Diana's tongue, when I roughly rammed my cock into her pussy, my hands sliding around her waist and under and up to her breasts, getting great handfuls of titflesh and using my grip for leverage as I began to fuck my wife hard. Sandra's pussy was as hot as I had ever known, a swampy, fiery morass of lusty flesh, dripping with burning juices -- her cunt walls parting easily as I hammered my cock home, fucking her hard as she continued to cry out in a strained form of Jilly's voice, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Give me that big Daddy cock -- give it to me hard!" Like we had the first time we'd fucked inspired by my lust for our daughter, Sandra and I fucked with abandon -- unleashing all our passions as I thrust my cock into her again and again, her meaty hips coming to meet my cock, our bodies slapping wetly and loudly together as my cock sank deep into my wife's womb with my daughter's voice coming from my wife's mouth, demanding that I, "Fuck me, Daddy! Make me cum on your cock, Daddy. Give me all that good Daddy sperm and make me scream, Daddy!" It was a loud, sweaty, nasty fuck and Sandra and I gloried in it until finally we both came together, she screaming loudly, "CUM, CUM, CUMMMING, DADDY! OH YES, FUCK ME GOOD DADDY, CUM IN ME DADDY, GIVE ME YOUR SPUNK. FUCK ME, DADDY!" This last coming in a shrill, heartfelt scream from my wife before she collapsed back onto the bed, her pussy wrapped tightly around my dick, pulling me down on top of her as her quivering, massaging cock milked the last of my seed from me. As we both panted for breath and fought vainly against the sleep encroaching on us, Sandra giggled and said, "Guess this gives our daughter something to think about just like her little show gave you. It serves the little horny minx right." # I woke up late, surprised when I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was already ten in the morning. I sat up, swinging my legs over the side and stretched, feeling that good muscular ache that comes after a good night's sex. Then I noticed the folded sheet of paper propped up next to the alarm clock. I picked it up and after rubbing my eyes, managed to focus on my wife's tight, neat script. Darling John, Wow! That was some sweet fucking you gave me last night! I had hoped to wake you up with some more naughty fun, but the hospital called -- Debbie has the flu and they need me to work. Be home around 7:00 -- try not to misbehave with Jilly too much, you dirty pervert! Love, Sandra Sandra was a nursing supervisor for the ICU at a local hospital and often had to fill in for Debbie who had a bit of a drinking problem that resulted in bouts of "flu." I sighed, disappointed that we'd lost a chance for what my wife referred to as "naughty fun." Then I shivered as I realized I was alone in the house with my flirty daughter. I wondered if Diana was still here as well. My cock twitched as I recalled Jilly and her best friend engaged in lesbian sex last night -- Diana's tongue exploring my daughter's pussy as she confessed to wanting to fuck her daddy...to fuck me. I found some pajama pants and a T-shirt and left the bedroom. Passing by Jilly's room, I felt a little disappointed to find the door open and the bed made, the girls no where in sight. I headed downstairs, a little heartened to hear noises coming from the kitchen and the smell of...waffles? I came through the swinging doors of the kitchen to find Jilly alone, standing at the counter next to an electronic waffle maker -- a bowl of batter on one side and two stacks of waffles on the other. The food, as good as it smelled, couldn't compete for my attention as I let my eyes roam appreciatively over Jilly's fine body. My daughter was wearing a pair of raggedy blue jean shorts, holes gaping on the curve of her rounded butt, giving me peeks of her pale and flawless skin. The jean shorts were cut extremely short, the lower halves of her ass cheeks peeking out and drawing attention to her exposed and shapely legs. She was wearing a too tight T-shirt that was also cut off, exposing her flat belly and revealing how low those blue jean shorts rode on her. She had her hair pulled back into a long ponytail. She looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a smile that had my cock swelling. "Daddy! Good morning! I thought I was going to have to come upstairs and wake you." She gave me a quick wink as if to hint at how she might have waken me up and my cock continued to thicken as she said, "Breakfast is ready." She put the last of the waffles on a plate and then brought them over to the kitchen table. "Is my daddy hungry?" she purred seductively as she gestured for me to sit down. Actually I was. There's nothing like a great night of sex for the appetite. The next few minutes were busy with adding butter and syrup to what turned out to be pretty good homemade waffles. Jilly had added blueberries and pecans to her batter and the results were delicious. Even better was watching my daughter eating them as she somehow made slipping a fork full of waffles between her lips a sensual experience and her little moans and sighs of satisfaction would have hardened the cock of a man three days dead and buried. "Those were good, Jilly," I said, amazed at how fast I had cleaned my plate. Jilly smiled at me as she stirred her finger around in the remains of the syrup on her plate and said, "Finger licking good, Daddy?" before she slowly sucked her finger clean, moving her finger back and forth through her pursed lips, her eyes gleaming with naughtiness. I licked my lips and replied, "Absolutely," in a voice that sounded hoarser than I would have liked. A long minute of silence followed before it occurred to me that we were alone. "So, where is Diana?" I asked. Jilly sighed and said, "Had to leave early. Her mom was driving her back to school today." "Well, I'm glad you two had a chance to visit. I suppose you had a good time last night?" I felt my cock throb as I recalled again how good a time Jilly and her best friend had had last night. I decided to be a bit flirty myself and said, "With your brother's porn?" Jilly smiled and repeated her naughty finger licking with another syrupy sticky finger before she said, "Oh yeah, we had fun." She grinned and added, "And from the sound of things, you and Mom were having some serious fun too!" I felt my skin redden as I replied, "You guys heard us?" Jilly rolled her eyes and with a smirk, said, "Daddy, the people living on the next block heard you guys. You've always been noisy fuckers, but really!" She laughed at what I am sure was a stunned expression and winked at me after adding, "But it sounds like Mom was really enjoying herself. I'm surprised she was able to get up and go to work this morning." I tried to find my disapproving father voice as I said, "Jilly, mind your manners," but it came out a bit squeaky and my daughter just laughed at me. As she began to clean up the table, carrying the dirty dishes to the sink, swinging her butt like she knew I was watching, I tried to change the subject slightly. "So did you put your brother's porn movies back where you got them? You know how he gets when people get into his stuff." The truth was that Scotty got wigged out big time. He had a mild neurological disorder -- a very minimal form of Asberger's Syndrome. He is very bright, but very ordered and he absolutely hated anyone touching or moving his stuff and even after nine months away at school, he would notice. Jilly did a sort of flouncing motion with her body that conveyed her annoyance with my question and looking back over her shoulder at me as she washed up the dishes, said, "Daddy, yes I put his stupid porno back in its hidey-hole...God!" "You know, if you want to watch that stuff, you should maybe go and get your own. Maybe get something more to your taste." My daughter turned and looked at me oddly, my cock throbbing at the sight of her soap suds covered hands. "More to my taste, Daddy?" she asked. I shrugged and said, "Well, I noticed his stuff runs to the really hard core, nasty looking stuff. They make porn films that are more in tune with...um, feminine tastes. More romantic, softer -- not so in your face." Jilly had an expression of amusement that made me almost feel embarrassed as if I said something really stupid. "Softer, more romantic?" she said in a mocking voice. "Well, Daddy, maybe I like all that nasty, hard core fucking type of video." She grinned as she said, "Did you even think about that? Maybe your little girl likes to see big ol' nasty cocks and pussies full of cum!" She licked her lips and looked at me as I squirmed in my seat, turned on yet embarrassed under her amused stare. Finally, I mumbled, "Well, if that's what you like...fine, but still, maybe to keep everyone happy, you should get your own." My daughter rolled her eyes again, "Yeah, sure! I'm sure Mom will be fine when she sees I've ordered porn on line using your credit card!" I laughed at the thought. That tolerant, Sandra wasn't. "Well, there's always the adult bookstores in the city, there must be a dozen on Washington Avenue alone." Jilly laughed and rolled her eyes again. "Oh yeah, little ol' me going down there by myself to pick up some porn movies amongst all those perverts. No one would see my pretty ass again!" "Well, I'd be happy to take you, Jilly," I said before I even realized the words were out of my mouth. I covered up my surprise at myself even as I enjoyed seeing the rare shocked expression on my daughter's face. She stared at me for a long minute, trying to process what I'd said. Finally she said in a subdued voice, "You'd really take me to an adult bookstore, Daddy?" I nodded and replied, "Sure, I'd be happy too if you wanted." Jilly's eyes widened in surprise and there was a sense of urgency in her voice as she almost hissed, "When?" I felt my heart beating faster as I heard myself say, "We could go today, Jilly. It's a pretty day for a drive into the city. I'll take you to lunch and we can make a day of it." Again, my words seemed to shock her, something I'd not done twice in one day in years. Speaking just above a whisper, my daughter said, "Really?" Feeling brave all of a sudden, I stood up, well aware that my Jilly could see the tent in my pants. I replied, "Really, hon. Go get dressed and we'll leave at noon." A huge, disbelieving smile broke out on my daughter's face and she giggled, "Omigod!" and bolted for the kitchen door. I was wearing a silly grin myself as I heard her tromping up the stairs. Enjoying for the moment that I actually seemed to have the upper hand even though I wondered what I was getting into, I followed her up the stairs and retreating to the bedroom, took a quick shower and then dressed in a pair of good khaki slacks and a polo shirt. I made a quick call to the hospital and got connected to my wife. "Hi, honey," she said in a bit of a rushed tone. "What's up?" I hesitated and then said, "I just thought I'd let you know, Jilly and I are going into the city for the day. I thought I'd take her out to lunch, maybe do a little shopping." There was a slight pause at the other end and then I could hear my wife's sly smile in her voice as she said, "Really? This a daddy-daughter outing or a date?" I laughed and said, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Sandra made a real interesting noise, like a cat purring contentedly as it was being stroked. She started to reply, but I heard a sudden flurry of electronic beeps go off in the background and she said, "Damn, I got to go, John. You guys have fun...well, maybe not too much fun. Can't wait to hear about your day. See you tonight!" The line went dead and I took a deep breath and headed for the stairs. As I passed Jilly's room, I could hear her moving about and I shouted, "Honey, I'll be outside. It's such a pretty day, I thought we might take the 'Vette." There was a pause and then Jilly called out, "Yay! See you in a minute, Daddy!" I headed on down and out to the garage, pulling the tarp off my inheritance. My father had not been a rich man, but he had left me the only thing he'd considered nearly priceless -- his '63 Corvette, Lime Green with white strips and finish. It was my baby -- usually reserved for outings with Sandra, but today it just seemed right for my day with my daughter. I pulled the top down and fired it up, feeling the power from the engine vibrating through my body and I eased it out of the garage and up the driveway to sit in front of the house. I no sooner climbed back out than Jilly emerged from the house and I had to lean back against my car as she took my breath away. Jilly was wearing a white, flowery summer dress with a shell top that left her shoulders completely bare. It clung to her body like a second skin, ending scant inches from her crotch, swirling teasingly about her thighs, promising possible glimpses of heavenly sights. The swells of her upper breasts rode equally entrancingly on the neckline, offering the possibilities of more glories to be seen. Her blonde hair hung down her back, making her look younger than she was in contrast to the lush shape of her mature body. I knew from years of being married that she was wearing makeup, but much like her mother, Jilly had perfected the art of not looking made up. The Naughty Family Ch. 01 "How do I look, Daddy?" she asked, twirling about, making the hem of her dress rise up, showing off bare ass cheeks and the flash of g-string panties. "You take my breath away, Jilly," I said huskily. "You are a beautiful woman." The drive into the city was a bit tough for me. With the top down, Jilly's long blonde hair swirled about wildly, giving her a very sensuous look improved by the fluttering of the hem of her dress, the wind pushing it up her thighs, offering splendid peeks at her panty covered mound -- the white silk molding itself to her mound, clinging more wetly with each passing glimpse. The roar of the wind kept us from having too much conversation, but a lot can be said with one's eyes and my daughter seemed to proudly preen under my admiring glances at her, finally reaching out to hold my hand when I wasn't shifting gears, pointedly glancing down at the ever prominent bulge in my crotch as my not so little girl's sexuality kept my cock hard and throbbing. Once we were in the city, angling towards the downtown region, we were able to talk. "Jilly, what would you like to do first? Go shop for some dirty movies or have lunch?" I asked. Brushing hair back from her face, brushing the long strands away from the exposed portions of her breasts, Jilly turned to me and said breathlessly, "Let's go to one of the adult bookstores, Daddy and see what kind of naughty things we can get." I nodded and tried to calm my wildly beating heart as we turned onto Washington Avenue and began passing the adult businesses. Decades ago, it had been mostly a warehouse district, but now it was home to most of the city's more risqué businesses. There were several strip clubs or Gentleman's clubs as they preferred to be called. Adult bookstores selling magazines, toys and videos came in all sorts of sizes, but I pointed us towards one of the larger ones that Sandra and I had visited a few times over the years, "The All-American Adult Bookstore," which sported dozens of American Flags and a under the huge sign on the roof, under the business name were the words, "Celebrating our 1st Amendment!" I pulled into the large parking lot -- maybe a dozen other cars already there and turned the engine off. I looked over to Jilly who was sitting there with a funny look on her face, her breasts heaving heavily as she was breathing pretty hard. "You ready to go in, darling or are you having second thoughts? My daughter turned to me and grinned. "My daddy's taking me to a dirty bookstore...hell yeah, I'm ready!" I got out and went around to open her door. My vixen of a daughter, turned and lifted her legs out of the car, spreading them as she did so and exposing her crotch to me -- every bit of her labia visible as the now soaking wet silk material of her panties clung tightly to her pussy. Jilly made sure I got a real good glimpse before she took my offered hand and climbed out of the car. She stepped up into me, her lithe, shapely body pressing into mine as she said, "I am so excited about this, Daddy. I'm about to wet my panties!" She gave me a kiss on the corner of my mouth, her dark brown eyes dancing with excitement. I tried to give tit for tat as I said in what I hoped was a rye voice, "Well, judging from what I could see, you already have!" I was gratified to see the surprise in her face at my comment, but she recovered well, slipping her arm through mine and saying, "Shall we?" Arm in arm, we strolled through the doors of the bookstore, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the establishment when the sensors bonged, announcing our arrival. I saw a mixture of expressions of both lust and envy among the store's visitors and workers -- lust over the nubile beauty on my arm and envy that she was obviously with me. Jilly was wide-eyed with wonder as she took in the sheer massiveness and quantity of adult material all about us. The shelves holding the DVDs were arranged in a strange labyrinth that took some time to navigate and I was charmed and amused as my daughter gave little gasps or giggles as she saw sections of dirty movies she had never imagined. We wandered through the DVD section for several minutes and then passed on into the magazine aisles, both of us very much aware of the discreet and not so discreet glances we kept getting from other customers. A rough looking man with tattoos running down both arms and on his neck in jeans and shit-kicker boots licked his lips as he undressed my daughter with his eyes. The woman he was with, maybe my age or a little younger and wearing tight jeans and a halter top that was maybe two sizes too small for her breasts was doing the same. A young man perusing a rotating book rack of old Greenleaf porno novels, stopped and studied us, smiling gently and nodding to me as we passed him by. An older man, his balding head covered by an old fishing cap, stared at Jilly unashamedly, licking his lips as his eyes crawled up and down her sexy body. From the magazine section, we wandered through the "toy" section with Jilly stopping now and again to pick up something and examine it carefully. A package of metal balls, like huge marbles triggered a puzzled look from my daughter and she said softly, "Daddy?" I chuckled and could barely believe I was having this conversation as I replied, "Ben-Wa Balls, darling. You um, put them in your pussy and leave them there as you walk around all day. Supposedly it will make you have little orgasms all day long." Jilly's eyes grew wide and she said, "Wow!" as she sat them back down and continued to explore. She took a package off a rack that said simply, "Anal Plug," and again arched her eyebrows. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Can get them in plain or vibrating varieties," making my daughter laugh like a school girl with the giggles. I noticed her nipples, hard since she'd emerged from the house had actually seemed to swell. My daughter oohed and ahhed as we examined the huge wall display of dildos and vibrators. I pointed to a slender, smooth surfaced vibrator, the color and shape of a carrot. "Your mother's favorite," I said. "She's gone through three of those in the last fifteen years." I enjoyed watching Jilly's mouth drop open in surprise again. It actually felt good throwing her off balance. It felt nasty and exciting to watch my daughter pick up various dildos and vibrators, seeing her handle the fake cocks was surprisingly arousing. She was all agog at so many shapes and sizes, some unbelievable long and others incredibly thick. One was labeled "Holmes," and when she again asked for clarification by murmuring, "Daddy?" I smiled and told her I'd explain when we returned to the movie section. I struggled with the urge to simply cum in my pants as she stroked the long and massive rubber dong, her eyes wide with wonder. Eventually, we again made our way back to the DVD section, Jilly now studying movie titles with an intensity I wished she had when studying for tests. As she examined a series of amateur lesbian videos, I looked about and noticed that a quartet of young women had entered the establishment from a door that said "Restricted." They had split apart and were slowly winding their way around the store, pausing here and there to converse with the customers. While we were in the "Classics" aisle of the DVD section and I was showing Jilly the cover of a DVD entitled, "The Best of John Holmes," one of the young women, a statuesque bleach blonde with a head of tightly curled hair approached us -- wearing a wife-beater T-shirt and cut off jean shorts. The shirt did little to hide her large breasts, the tops and sides flowing out of the thin T-shirt. Smiling at me, she asked, "Would you and your friend care for a dance?" Her eyes were a light yet striking blue. Jilly looked back and forth from the young woman to me, her eyes wide with surprise as I said, "No thanks, but I appreciate you asking." The woman glanced at us both and smiled again. "Well, maybe later." I nodded and she moved on, setting her sights on a middle aged guy with glasses examining movies on the MILF aisle. As we watched her move away, her very full butt cheeks swaying sexily above full, long legs that ended in three inch heels, Jilly reached out and squeezed my arm and said in a near whisper, "What was that about, Daddy?" "Well, sweetheart, you can pay that young lady or one of the other girls working here," I nodded towards a young black woman with her hair straightened and colored a bright red, dressed in a yellow baby-doll negligee and then towards a chubby brunette wearing a very tiny halter top and silk running shorts, "To give you a lap dance in a private room over there." I nodded towards the door with the "Restricted" sign. "Really!" my daughter exclaimed. "Just a lap dance?" I laughed and said, "Well, I think it differs from girl to girl and depends on what you're willing to pay." Jilly eyed the blonde who'd propositioned us and said, "Omigod! Have you and Mom ever done that?" I wagged a finger at her and said, "I'm not sure you should be asking after the naughty side of our sex life, sweetie." I paused, teasing her for a moment before adding, "I might have had a birthday lap dance or two, but it wasn't here." An evil grin broke out on Jilly's face as she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Oh, Daddy...that is so fucking hot!" We continued to explore the movie section, both suddenly and keenly aware of the working girls circulating around us. Jilly's gaze was drawn again and again to the tall curly headed blonde. Suddenly, Jilly reached out and snagged a movie off the shelf titled "Taboo II." Reading the back cover, my daughter said with a teasing voice, "Ohhh, Daddy...a movie about incest!" She held it up, pictures of Honey Wilder and Kay Parker in the throes of orgasm recalling memories. "Have you ever heard of this one before, Daddy?" I nodded slowly as she quickly asked, "What kind of incest, Daddy? Do you remember? I cleared my throat, suddenly finding it a bit hard to speak. "All sorts, Jilly. Um, lots of mother and son and some brother and sister and um..." Jilly grinned with anticipation as I said a little more softly, "And a daddy and daughter." I thought I had blushed as deeply as possible but as my skin began to burn, I realized that my daughter might have the capacity to go much further in embarrassing me. "Omigod, Daddy -- that sounds pretty raunchy. I'm going to get it!" Jilly gushed, waving it in the air. Very quickly, my daughter moved about and found more videos -- some sounding raunchier than those of her brother's. "SLITLICKERS AND CUMEATERS" a compilation tape of professional and amateur sex scenes and "BIG COCKS & TINY TWATS," and last but not least, "DAUGHTERS THAT LOVE DICKS!" Jilly was showing me her last selection, aiming to get another rise out of me and I'm sure I'd have been speechless or maybe I'd have thrown her down on the ground right then and there and fucked her, but at that moment, the curly headed blonde again loomed up and said, "Hi, just thought I'd check again, see if you had changed your mind." She batted her blue eyes at me and then nodded at the small collection of DVDs Jilly had collected and said, "You do know that if you buy two or more full priced DVDs, you get special bonuses on our dances." Before I could answer, Jilly took a step closer to the young woman and said, "Really? Did you hear that, Daddy? What kind of specials?" Hearing Jilly call me Daddy got me a very speculative look from the curly headed blonde and she closed the distance between herself and my daughter, her hand going up and around Jilly's body to start rubbing her bare shoulder. "Well, whatever dance time you agree to, two DVDs gets you an extra ten minutes and each one after that gets you an extra free ten minutes." She eyed the DVDs that Jilly was clutching to her breasts and said, "Right now, you'd get an extra forty minutes with me." She reached out with her free hand and offered it to me. "I'm Sindy, by the way -- with a 'S' instead of a 'C.' Jilly giggled and looked at me and said excitedly. "Can we, Daddy, can we?" She waved the DVDs at me and said, "Forty free minutes, Daddy!" Ten minutes later, we were standing in a small, but clean room that smelled of disinfectant and sex. There were two straight-back wooden chairs sitting side by side and another off to one side. There was an old fashioned free standing coat rack with several empty hangers and a table with lotion, tissues and a few sex toys, including a long and slender carrot colored one identical to the one I had pointed out to Jilly earlier. On another table was a cheap CD player. Up in a corner of the ceiling was a mounted video camera. For $100.00, we had bought thirty minutes of Sindy's time to be used for lap dancing for either or both of us, plus the additional time our DVD purchases had given us. Sindy locked the door and gestured for us to take seats. The lighting was focused on the center of the room, not too bright, but not so dim as to make it hard to see. "Make yourselves as comfortable as you like," Sindy told us in a sultry voice. We both sat down primly on the chairs. As she began pushing buttons on the CD player, Sindy asked us, "So who gets a lap dance first?" Jilly and I looked at each other and my daughter pointed to me and said, "I wanna see you dance for Daddy!" Sindy giggled and said, "You all are kinky -- doing the daddy-daughter roleplay." Jilly did a little shimmy, making her breasts jiggle enticingly and then very suggestively said in a quiet voice, "What would you say if I told you we were the real thing...that he really is my daddy?" The curly headed woman shivered and said back, "I'd say I'm getting wet just hearing you say that!" She started the music, some slow bluesy-jazz number, lots of sexy saxophone and other horns with whispery drums, and began to dance slowly, very relaxed and practiced as she began to move. She turned her back to me and wiggled that very rounded ass in my face and then deftly began to worm herself out of the shorts, revealing two full and ripe ass cheeks. She was a big girl, nearly as tall as my five foot, eleven inches with long legs and a big, luscious ass. A blue G-string emerged from between her cheeks as she slowly backed into me, nudging my legs apart and slowly, teasingly coming closer and closer to sitting in my lap. Finally, I felt her soft ass cheeks brush along my lap, making contact with the hard bulge jutting upwards in my trousers. "Mmmmmmm, Daddy!" Sindy purred, looking over her shoulder at me and winking. "You got some candy in your pocket for Sindy or are you just happy to see me?" I heard Jilly giggling beside me and glanced to see her staring avariciously at me, her breasts heaving upwards as she grew excited, licking her lips hungrily. Then Sindy drew my attention back to her and hissed softly, "Are you ready for them, Daddy? You look at them all the time. You wanna a good peek?" Still facing away, Sindy slowly pulled the wife-beater T-shirt upwards and over her head, flinging it away to land on one of the hooks of the coat rack. "Mmmmmm, Daddy, they feel so good!" Sindy moaned, her arms moving as if she were playing with her breasts and then she spun quickly, her hands cupping her huge, unfettered tits -- huge, gourd-like udders that hung low, sagging a bit with weight, but very exciting with two very wide nipples -- the width of quarters and jutting out a quarter inch peeking out from between her fingers. Then Sindy was in my lap, her breasts pressed into my face as she ground herself against my erection! "Daddy, you're so big and hard," she moaned, pressing herself into me. "The camera doesn't work, so it's okay to touch them, Daddy," the young dancer whispered in my ear. "Go ahead...I know you want to." With a groan, I filled my hands with her meaty tits, feeling the flesh slip and slide along my fingers while she worked her pelvis back and forth along my lap, both friction and the warmth of her pussy, heating up the khaki cloth covering my cock. Then her hands were on either side of my head and she rose up, straddling the chair as she stood and drew my head down so my mouth was on her fleshy breasts, a solid nipple catching on my lips for a moment. You can suck on them...bite 'em if you want...Daddy!" A thick and swollen nipple brushed by my lips again and I took it in my mouth, teething it lightly while I let my hands slide down Sindy's waist and then cup her fleshy ass cheeks. As the song played on, we shifted back and forth between the young woman sitting on my lap, her crotch caressing the hard-on in my pants and her rising up, body still swaying to the music as I kissed and licked her breasts. Suddenly the song ended and she stepped back, breathing a little heavily, a sexual flush spreading on her upper chest and face. We both glanced at my daughter as the next song began. Jilly was on the edge of her chair, one hand pressing down against her crotch, the other fondling a breast through the silky material of her dress. "Daughter's turn," Sindy called out in a sing-song voice as she moved towards my daughter. Sindy moved in close in front of my daughter, shaking her breasts in her face as she smiled down at her, her knees slowly pushing Jilly's legs apart, making her skirt slide back to reveal her panty crotch was a sodden mess and that my daughter was so wet that her inner thighs glistened with her juices. Sindy did a quick squat, placing her face between my daughter's thighs and took a deep breath before saying, "I think someone's turned on, Daddy!" and then glancing over at me with an evil grin. Jilly let out with a moan as Sindy began blowing on her wet crotch and then slowly leaned in as she began to rise up, dragging her breasts over my little girl's thighs and crotch, Jilly's wetness leaving streaks of juice on the lap dancer's breasts, rubbing them along Jilly's stomach and then her breasts before straddling the chair and letting my daughter rub her face between Sindy's immense tits. Jilly was trying to roll her hips to meet up with Sindy's crotch as she ground it against my daughter's body and I admired their lewd and flexible motions. As she had done with me, Sindy leaned in and whispered something to Jilly and then I watched my daughter running her tongue over the dancer's massive breasts and then her lips latched around a thick nipple and began to suck, making the curly haired blonde moan with pleasure. "Love your tongue!" she gasped. She allowed Jilly to love up her tits for a minute, but then as the song began to wind down, she again lowered herself into a squat, brushing her lips against my daughter's, their tongues flickering out and touching momentarily before going lower. Sindy kissed the exposed portions of Jilly's breasts, actually tugging on the top of the dress to expose more of Jilly's tits until the upper portion of her puffy aureoles were exposed, her tongue rolling over them. She stopped when her face was again between my daughter's thighs, this time making my aroused daughter moan by actually rubbing her face against her soaked panties. Sindy rose up and danced in front of us, her tits rolling and bouncing as the third song -- a faster rock song ramped up. She licked her lips, running them around to gather up the wet juices she had picked up from Jilly's panties. "She tastes good, Daddy," she said huskily. "Fuck, you two are getting me hot too!" she added as she ran a hand over her own barely covered pussy and sure enough, the blue material had a darkened circle that spread as we watched her dance and play with herself. "I'm so wet, you kinky fuckers," she moaned. "See?" Sindy hooked her fingers into the gusset of her panties and yanked them to one side, revealing a glistening trimmed nub of dark bush and thick, swollen labia already spreading like a ripe flower to reveal pink, very moist flesh. The Naughty Family Ch. 01 The curly haired blonde began to dance around us, moving in to rub her breasts against our faces and then dragging them across our necks -- at one point placing my head between her huge tits, warming my ears in the most delightful way. When she returned to dance in front of us, Sindy would again pull her panties over and finger herself, making my daughter and I groan when she would show us her wet fingers which she would then put into her mouth and slowly suck clean. Jilly was wide-eyed at the spectacle before her and as stunned as I was that I was enjoying a lap dance in the company of my daughter, I was also enjoying seeing my flirty and naughty daughter out of her comfort zone for a change. She was now straddling her chair, her butt on the edge of the seat, dress yanked up so she could rub her pussy through her panties, her fingers now slick with her own juices. Sindy danced around us again, pressing her breasts against my back as she kissed the back of my neck and holding her fingers under my nose so I could inhale the scent of her wet cunt. Then she ran her hands down my chest, stretching her arms as she mashed her tits against my back to almost run fingers over the bulge in my pants. She then did the same to Jilly, rubbing her titties all over her from behind before running her hands over my daughter's partly clad breasts and then down to rub her thighs, hands bracketing her clearly visible mound that her silky panties molded themselves to. As the the song ended, the smell of sex was thick in the room and we were all breathing heavily. Sindy strutted lewdly across the room still in her high heels and picked up a vibrator from the table and then carried it back with her as she dragged the third chair and placed it a few feet in front of us, facing our way. The next song began and she swayed seductively in front of us, running the vibrator on a light setting and rubbing it back and forth on the growing wet spot on her panties. Her breath started to catch and I think she had a small orgasm as her eyes closed for a long moment and her entire body seemed to quake as sexual pleasure coursed through her. Finally, she opened her eyes and said, "I'm going to get more comfortable -- please feel free to do the same!" Sindy hooked her fingers into her G-string and quickly pulled them down and stepped out of them, twirling the small amount of cloth on her finger for a moment before hooking it on the back of the chair. Our lap dancer was now naked save for her high heels. She moved to straddle the chair, her knees spread wide on each side as she sat down on the edge of her seat, making her pussy gape wide, revealing her juicy wet flesh. She ran one hand along her inner thigh while bringing the vibrator along the opposite one until it hovered less than an inch from a swollen and slick pussy lip. "Really, feel free to get more comfortable." Sindy said earnestly. Looking right at my swollen crotch, she smiled, licked her lips and said, "That big thing looks uncomfortable. I bet it would be happier if it was free!" My hands fluttered near the zipper of my khakis, and if it had been Sandra sitting next to me, I'm sure I would have already had my pants around my knees, but it wasn't my wife sitting next to me, it was my daughter, my Jilly and for all my lusting after my daughter and all the erections she had inspired in me, she had never actually seen my cock all hard and angry. I turned and looked at Jilly and she looked to be in desperate straights. I could see fear and lust in her eyes, her body obviously greatly aroused -- her nipples all but bursting through her dress, droplets of her juices dripping from her panty clad pussy onto the edge of the chair, the silky crotch now transparent from her wetness. "Daddy?" she moaned. I found my voice, almost overawed at the powerful sexuality emanating from my daughter. "Jilly...is this what you want? Are you ready for this?" I asked her, my voice thick with emotion. Jilly swallowed a couple of times, trying to quell her body's shivers and then she whispered, "Daddy...yes. I want this. Let me see you!" I nodded and stood up. Looking at my daughter, I unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled down my zipper. In one motion, I shoved my pants and underwear down, letting them fall down around my ankles as my cock sprung free, long and hard, the tip oozing precum around the swollen and purplish plum sized head. My daughter brought a hand to her mouth as the other reached out, almost touching it before she withdrew her outstretched fingers. "Daddy!" she gasped. "You're so big! No wonder Mom screams like she does!" My cock jerked, rising a little higher in response to Jilly's praise. "Omigod!" Our attention turned to Sindy -- one hand running the vibrator over her exposed and very wet cunt, the other twisting one of her own nipples. Her blue eyes were wide with excitement. "You weren't playing out a fantasy. You're really are father and daughter!" Her eyes shifted back and forth, full of sudden awareness as she seemed to pick out suddenly obvious resembling features -- the line of our noses, the shape of our chins -- the way Jilly's eyes looked so much like my own. "You two are a real daddy and daughter!" She moaned as another small orgasm washed over her. I nodded and then turned back to my daughter, my hand now slowly stroking my cock. "Now you, Jilly. Let Daddy see his little girl." With trembling hands, Jilly hooked her fingers into her panties and lifting her ass off the chair for a moment, slid them off, raising a knee to slip one shapely leg free and then the other, her labia spreading, exposing her sopping wet cunt flesh. It was all I could do to not sink to my knees and bury my face in my daughter's young pussy! "Let's all masturbate together!" moaned Sindy, now plunging her vibrator deep inside her cunt, stirring it around as she squirmed on her chair. Jilly nodded in agreement, one hand fluttering around her wet pussy while the other tugged down the top of her shell blouse, exposing her breasts completely, her thick nipples -- so much like her mother's, almost throbbing. I sat down and we all shifted our gazes back and forth watching each other pleasure ourselves, me stroking my hard cock while Jilly and Sindy fingered their pussies and played with their breasts. I tried to think up exciting and naughty things to say, but could only mutter, "Pretty...so fucking pretty," as I looked first upon my daughter's hairless cunt, juices flooding over her busy fingers and then at the fatter lipped pussy of Sindy -- her little black tuft of a muff betraying her true hair color. Minutes passed as another song ended only to be replaced by another. Jilly moaned and whimpered at one point, pressing her thighs together with most of her hand buried inside her pussy as she rode out an orgasm, her eyes wild and hungry as she held my gaze the entire time. Between gasps of pleasure, Sindy tried to question us. "Have you fucked your little girl yet, Daddy?" When I shook my head in reply, she turned to Jilly and said, "Is your Daddy going to fuck you someday?" Jilly trembled with pleasure and moaned in reply, "Oh I hope so. I've dreamed of Daddy for years. I hope he fucks me soon!" Her answer sent Sindy back into paroxysms of pleasure as she spread her legs incredibly wide and curled her arm so she could plunge her entire hand into her pussy. The lap dancer got a frantic expression on her face as she approached another orgasm and suddenly exclaimed, "Why don't you masturbate each other?" Jilly's eyes went wide as she looked to me in askance, her lower lip trembling as she whispered, "Daddy?" I managed a weak grin, my heart beating so hard in my chest, I thought I was on the verge of a heart attack. I nodded and then we both scooted our chairs around to face each other, sliding them forward until my knees were between her spread legs. "Omigod!" moaned Sindy, jumping from her chair to land on her knees next to us, her fingers still wedged in her pussy, mouth gaping open from both pleasure and excitement as she watched Jilly and me work up the nerve to touch each other. Shaky hands extended towards each other, both of us hesitating as we shifted our gaze from each other's face down to where our crotches were less than two feet apart. Jilly, so brave since she was a little girl, moved first, her slender fingers suddenly wrapping around my cock, gently squeezing it, her fingers slick and warm with pussy juice allowing her to slide them easily up and down. "Dadddddy," she crooned, the strain of the moment evident in her voice. "You are so big and so hard." Her hand slid up and down my shaft. "I love the feel of your big dick!" She hunched her ass a little towards me, spreading her knees wider and said, "Touch me, Daddy! Touch my pussy!" My fingers came to rest on her inner thigh, damp and slick with her wetness and so soft. As my eyes stayed locked on Jilly's face, I slid my fingers forward, knowing when I was touching her hot pussy by the touch of fiery wet flesh and by her eyes, seeing the reaction there as her father touched her aroused cunt for the first time. She was silky and wet and tight as I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her cunt walls tighten around my digits as I sank two knuckles deep into my daughter's sweet cunt. "Daddddyyyyyy!" Jilly sobbed as she began to shake, her hand tightening around my cock as she quivered -- caught in the midst of her first father induced orgasm. I leaned forward and my lips found hers and then our tongues were touching -- tasting each other, Jilly's sweet appendage curling around mine, dragging sweetly against my tongue, tasting so delicious and so...Jilly. Almost at the subconscious level, a part of me recognized that this was my child, my daughter and to be responding to her on a sexual level both intensified and sweetened the sensations that I was experiencing. I thrust my fingers deeper, feeling her fleshy nooks and crannies, so much like her mother's and yet new and exciting, I curled my fingers slightly, fluttering fingertips against Jilly's sugar walls, making her moan into my mouth as her fingers squeezed my erect penis and stroked me faster. I slowly finger fucked my daughter, reveling in the heat and wetness surrounding my fingers, feeling her creams gushing over them, trembling with excitement as I heard the wetness of her pussy. Jilly's breath whistled loudly through her nostrils, growing more frantic until she broke the kiss, her hips hunching against my hand as she cried out, "Cummmiinnggg again, oh DADDY!" "Add another finger, Daddy," hissed Sindy as she bounced up and down on her fingers, her free hand on my thigh, squeezing it while she used it for leverage. "Finger fuck your little girl hard!" A quick glance at her revealed her in the grip of a carnal fever, her pale skin covered with sweat as her breasts bounced and rocked as she shook in the grip of her voyeuristic pleasure. I was so focused on fingering Jilly, I had to almost halt to keep myself from cumming too quickly. I was a bit thankful that Sandra had made me cum twice late in the night and it took some of the edge off of someone my age. Jilly's hand felt so good and I recognized that mine wasn't the first cock she'd jacked off -- she moved with excited, but knowledgeable strokes, applying the perfect amount of pressure to bring me pleasure, but to not bring me off too quickly. "M-more, Daddy," Jilly stammered, thrusting her hips forward to meet my fingers driving into her. I never could refuse my daughter and I didn't start now, adding a third finger as I withdrew and plunged into her again, pressing them deep while my thumb brushed over her swollen clitoris, her juices making it silky slick. With my other hand, I reached up and cupped her breast, making her moan anew, squeezing the handful of soft yet firm tit flesh, then palming her right tit, feeling her thick nipple scraping against the inside of my hand. Jilly's free hand clapped over mine, squeezing my fingers into her breast flesh as she moaned, "Daddy," again and again. "Make your daddy cum, sweetie," sobbed Sindy. "Make him explode with all that sweet Daddy juice, you slutty daughter!" Then she leaned in, her face shiny with sweat and tears from her own orgasm, turning first to Jilly and pursing her lips and blowing -- her warm breath flowing over my fingers and my daughter's quivering cunt and making her squeal with new pleasure. "Put another finger inside baby's pussy, Daddy!" Sindy moaned. The lap dancer moved her head towards my cock, leaning in close as she again blew -- her breath flowing over the head of my cock. "Cum, Daddy, she cried. "Imagine that's your daughter's breath blowing on your cock, her sweet lips about to wrap around your big dong!" I groaned as that image worked its way into my brain, envisioning Jilly's luscious lips wrapping around the head of my cock and that was it. "Fuck...Jilly...cumming!" I groaned as the first powerful streamer erupted abruptly from my penis, a massive shot of hot, white semen, bursting forth so hard it almost was painful, leaping high between us and arching to splatter on Jilly's thighs and breasts. My daughter squealed with surprise and then as my second and third shot shot forth, splattering on her thighs and legs and on her hand, she looked at me with utter surprise as I added that fourth finger and wormed most of my hand inside her, curling my fingers upward to probe for her G-spot. "DADDY!" Jilly shrieked as I found her sweet place and triggered an explosion of orgasmic pleasure, making her convulse on my hand while she squeezed and stroked me, the two of us locked together in incestuous bliss! "Fuck me! So fucking hot," sobbed Sindy as she watched my daughter and I continue to stroke and finger each other, my seed pouring thickly over Jilly's hand while her creams coated my finger. The lap dancer abandoned self- restraint and leaned down and licked globs of my semen off my daughter's thigh, her head bouncing as Jilly quivered and shook with intense pleasure. I slid my hand up, off Jilly's firm breast, stroking her cheek before drawing her face forward for another kiss, murmuring, "I love you, Jilly," before I pressed my lips to hers, sending my tongue into her mouth to find her own, relishing its texture and taste when they came together. As we kissed, I continued to finger her tight, teenaged cunt, savoring each tremor I provoked inside her, loving that I, her father was responsible for making her shake with incestuous pleasure. I was shaking too as she slowly milked the last of my seed from my still stiff cock, slowly sliding up my shaft, squeezing subtly harder as she reached my swollen crown, her fingers forcing every available drop out of my cock, the last few spurts oozing down onto her fingers. Her touch was sweet and knowing and I had the sense that she too was enjoying making her father quake with pleasure from contact with her fingers. As I slowly stirred my fingers inside her tightly gripping pussy, she broke the kiss and said in a halting, almost teary voice that was growing thick with emotion, "I -- I l-love you so-so much, D-Daddy!" We kissed again and then I slowly removed my fingers from her pussy, making her squirm and yelp a little as I slipped free of her with a wet, plopping sound. I started to bring my hand back, but felt other hands take hold of my wrist and looking down was surprised to see Sindy's hands on my arm and then she was running her tongue over my pussy juice drenched hand, lapping up Jilly's creams. She took my ring finger into her mouth and sucked it like it was a small cock and while it was one of the most erotic things I could imagine -- seeing this near stranger sucking my daughter's pussy juice off my finger, the selfish daddy in me, chuckled and said, "Have to share, Sindy," as I pulled my hand free of her grasp. She laughed, a sultry, devilish sound as she didn't flinch or complain, but quickly moved her head towards my crotch, running her tongue up the back of Jilly's hand, licking up my semen there. Jilly made a squealing noise and let my cock go as she said, "That's mine!" I would have probably jerked with shock when the lap dancer's mouth immediately swallowed the head of my cock, her tongue swirling about hungrily as her lips closed firmly around my shaft, but virtually all my attention was on Jilly as we both held up hands drenched with each other's cum. While Sindy sucked up the last remnants of my ejaculation, my daughter and I moved as one, bringing our hands to our mouths and together we tasted each other. My Jilly tasted sweet and powerful, unique with echoes of her mother's pussy rippling through as I sucked her juices that were thickly coated on my fingers while she tongued up streamers and globs of my semen, letting it string down from her hand to her waiting tongue and then snapping up the remnants. I smacked my lips, relishing the taste of my daughter and knowing I would want it on a regular basis for the rest of my life. Then Sindy was rising up, first moving to Jilly, kissing her passionately before offering my daughter her own cunt cream covered hand, allowing her to run her tongue over her fingers while she turned to me and kissed me, aggressively thrusting her tongue into my mouth, sharing the taste of Jilly's pussy and my own seed with me. Finally, she slumped back onto her knees, panting with excitement, her huge breasts heaving as she said with a bit of amazement in her voice, "I have never done anything like that before! This is the single most fucking exciting sex I've ever been a part of in my twenty-six years!" Her hand came up to her mouth as she stared at us. "I just watched a real daddy and daughter getting nasty with each other...how fucking cool is that?" Oddly enough we both began to feel bashful, Jilly reaching out to take my hand as I looked at her lovingly and said in a hoarse voice, "It's been a long time coming." Jilly squeezed my hand and added in a quiet voice, "And it's only just beginning. We're going to do some much more, aren't we, Daddy?" I gave my daughter a look and she returned it with equal intensity, both of us knowing the answer before I opened my mouth and said, "We're going to do everything, Jilly -- Daddy's going to show you just how much he loves you." The expression that spread across my daughter's face made my heart swell as I saw in her eyes and in her smile so much love that transcended the ordinary bond that most fathers and daughters share -- promising much more intimate and loving ties between us. It took a bit, but finally, we got ourselves pulled back together, with Sindy finishing up Jilly's cleanup, licking globs and streamer of my semen off her breasts and thighs, finishing with some passionate kisses between the two women that had my cock stiffening up again. My daughter and I emerged from the "Restricted Area" hand in hand, Jilly clutching her bag of naughty DVDs and we started for the door, but suddenly, Jilly came to a complete stop and tugged me back, heading for the "Toy" section. "What's wrong, honey?" I asked. Did we miss something?" Jilly didn't respond at first, searching along the long wall of dildos and vibrators, picking a dildo up now and again, hefting it as if trying to assess it before finally emerging with a flesh colored rubber cock, molded to look frighteningly real. "This is the one! I need to buy this, Daddy!" I laughed as she waved the long and thick dildo around. "Not a problem, but why this one?" Jilly winked at me and said in a voice that other customers could hear. "Because this one is closest to your big dick, Daddy!" In a slightly lower tone, she added, "I've never had a cock inside me as big as your's, Daddy. I need to practice so you don't tear me apart!" The Naughty Family Ch. 01 Only a parent can really understand this -- that no matter how old, your children never cease to amaze you. I was almost in a daze as I followed my daughter up to the register, feeling both proud and excited at my sexy little girl. The feeling continued as we sat in a secluded booth at my wife's favorite Italian restaurant, holding hands and talking softly as we shared our stories of our long mutual lust for each other, both of us confessing how many times we had had orgasms revolving around sexual fantasies for each other. I was both jealous and greatly aroused as Jilly gave me a blow by blow description of losing her virginity to a boyfriend, her eyes closed during the whole experience and wishing, pretending it was me. "Except, I know it would have been a hundred times better if it had been your big cock inside me, Daddy," Jilly said softly, holding my hand to her lips and kissing them, her tongue flicking out teasingly. On the drive home, Jilly became quiet as the enormity of what we had done began to set in. She didn't seem to be regretting it and she didn't withdraw from me, indeed, it appeared to be the opposite. My daughter scooted as humanly possible to me as she could, considering the 'Vette had bucket seats, her hand resting high on my thigh, occasionally stroking the bulge there that refused to go away. We both hungered for more -- to expand our loving relationship, but I sensed Jilly needed time to process what we had done and what still lie before us. I was proud when she brought up Sandra, saying, "What about Mom? I want you, Daddy, but I don't want to hurt her and I know you still love her." I brought my hand down on her thigh, squeezing the smooth, toned flesh there, feeling her heat emanating from her aroused cunt. "You should talk to Mom about it, Jilly. I promise you, she won't be angry." I smiled as I slid my hand upwards, brushing against her bare pussy -- her panties tucked into her bag of DVDs and her new dildo. "I love your mother and as much as I want you, sweetheart, I would never had made the first move if your mother -- my wife, hadn't given me permission." Jilly's mouth gaped open, stunned at my revelation. "Omigod, Daddy! For real? Mom knows...she's okay with it?" I nodded and said, "Absolutely! You talk with her, Jilly." She nodded and relapsed back into thoughtful contemplation. She said little the rest of the ride home, although her massaging hand had me painfully erect. When we pulled in, we saw that Sandra's car was in the driveway and Jilly had an odd expression on her face. We got out and went hand in hand to the front door. Jilly went to open it and I reached out and stopped her. I pulled her to me and said, "Thank you for a wonderful day, Jilly. Thank you for being such a wonderfully naughty daughter!" I kissed her then, trying to make it the most passionate end of date kiss my little girl had ever experienced. Jilly melted into me, making little contented noises as our tongues twisted around each other and her nubile body pressed against mine. In the dim light of the dusk, the porch light came on and Jilly jumped back from me as the front door opened and Sandra stood there, grinning, looking lovely and luscious in a casual housedress that was a bit tight on her voluptuous frame, the thin cotton material molded around her braless breasts. "Hi kids!" she said, grinning broadly at us. "You two have a fun day?" Jilly's face was a jumble of emotions, running the gamut from love and happily embarrassed to shock and guilt. She managed to fix an awkward smile on her face and say in a strained voice, "Hi, Mom!" before pushing past her, her goodies clutched in their bag and hurrying up the stairs. Sandra turned and watched her go up, not turning back to me until we both heard Jilly's bedroom door slam. My wife licked her lips and smiled at me. "I think my husband and my daughter had a breakthrough in their relationship. Wanna tell me all about it?" I laughed and moved on my wife, grabbing her hand and dragged her into the living room, kicking the front door shut behind me. Sandra laughed and exclaimed, "John? What are you doing?" I flung her down on the sofa and shoved down my pants before going to my knees, my erection bouncing as I hit the floor. I reached out and grabbed Sandra by her ankles and pulled her to me, lifting the hem of her dress up to confirm my suspicions that in addition to not having a bra on, she was without panties -- her trimmed bush looking ripe. I ran my hand along her pussy, spreading her labia and confirming she was already hot and moist. With the expertise that comes from being lovers for decades, I dropped my wife onto my erection, her pussy lips parting as I impaled her on my cock. Sandra opened her mouth and a loud moan escaped her lips as I wormed my cock into her motherly womb. "John...baby...what..." she gasped. I grinned at my wife and as I took her by the waist and began lifting her up and down on my cock, said, "I took Jilly shopping today. You're never gonna believe what me and our naughty daughter did then..." To be continued... The Naughty Family Ch. 02 I'm pleased that y'all are so pleased with the first installment of this series. I hope you enjoy Chapter 2 as much! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters exist solely within the confines of this story and my very crowded mind! I look forward to hearing your comments. Enjoy! I woke up hungry. It was dark and I was on the couch, stretched out, a light comforter thrown over me. I sat up and leaned over to turn on the lamp sitting on the end table. An antique clock Sandra had inherited from her grandmother that was sitting on the dormant fireplace mantel informed me it was nearly eleven o'clock. I suddenly realized I was missing my pants and then I smiled, the memories flooding back of having Sandra stretched out on the couch, one of her legs propped up along the back of the couch while I was on top of her, slamming my cock into her with a vengeance, both of us caught up in the lust produced by my recounting of my afternoon adventure. My zaftig wife was writhing under me, her pussy a molten cauldron of pussy cream that had gotten wetter and hotter as I had told how our daughter, Jilly and I had taken our flirtatious relationship beyond the realm of fantasy when I had taken her shopping at an adult video/bookstore for porn movie DVDs so she'd leave her brother's stash alone and that we'd wound up paying a tall, curly haired blonde lap dancer to give us both dances and in the end, had brought each other to orgasm by masturbating each other. Sandra had seemed somewhat annoyed at the fact that there had been a third party involved, but was unable to muster much anger over it as my descriptions of fingering our child's pussy while she jacked me off sent her nearly into orgasm itself and that she became a wild beast as I fucked her while reliving the experience over and over again. We'd began on the floor, my wife riding my lap and before we had finished, I'd fucked her doggy style and then threw her back on the couch, her housedress in tatters and fucked her until I emptied a heavy load of cum in her motherly cunt. Her only comments before we both fell asleep was that while she had only given her blessing to me to expand on my relationship with Jill less than twenty-four hours ago, given what happened, she was amazed that I hadn't actually fucked our daughter yet. I remember telling my wife that while I was sure that Jilly and I would no doubt be fucking each other soon enough, I would let her decided when she was ready for such a big and taboo step. I had then fallen asleep, my now dormant cock still nestled against Sandra's semen filled pussy. I stood up and stretched, feeling muscles pop and complain. I found my pants, neatly folded on the back of the couch and slipped them on. I padded on bare feet into the kitchen and got a drink of water. Even as I started to wonder where Sandra was, I heard the sound of giggling coming from beyond the kitchen on the deck. I moved that way and peered through the screen door. A small bug zapper provided the only illumination, the bugs not yet a problem this time of Spring. I paused at the door and again heard giggling and then the clinking of glass. Voices became discernible and I realized Sandra and Jilly were outside. I stepped out on the deck and glanced around, pausing as I spied my wife and daughter in the hot tub. I felt my heart beat a little faster as the two women I loved more than anything in the world came into focus. I watched unnoticed as I realized the two were drinking something, wine judging from the outline of the bottle on the wooden rim of the tub. I watched Jilly's blonde mane lean in towards her Mom's head – mostly hidden in shadow and then they seemed to merge and in the stillness of the Spring evening, I heard the quiet, wet noises of kissing. I quietly walked towards them, able to see them more clearly as my vision adjusted to the dimly lit deck. I felt my cock twitch as I realized my wife and daughter were naked in the hot tub, Jilly's pale, flawless skin standing out starkly in contrast to my wife's more olive complexion. As they seemed to almost float in the bubbling water, I saw their breasts surface and disappear, then reemerge as Sandra pursued the kiss, leaning Jilly back and causing their sizeable breasts to emerge breathtakingly from the water. I realized that Sandra was cupping one of our daughter's breasts with her hand, slowly caressing it in a circular motion. I stepped a little closer and a board creaked underneath me and caught their attention, the kiss ending as they both turned my way. They didn't move apart, Sandra's hand not moving from Jilly's breast and I felt my cock growing down my pant leg as the sight of my wife and daughter, naked and still in a loving embrace gave me a memory I would happily savor the rest of my life. Jilly rested her head on Mom's shoulder and said softly, "Hi, Daddy." Sandra looked up at me and smiled, "Hello, sleepyhead," "Ladies," I murmured back, admiring the erotic and incestuous view. "Having fun?" Jilly giggled and looked up at her mother and said, "Oh, just girl talk, Daddy." She giggled again and Sandra looked down at her and then gently kissed her on the lips, making my cock throb with envy and arousal. "Am I interrupting?" I asked. "If you ladies need a little alone time..." Sandra's hand slowly caressed our daughter's breast and I could imagine how hard and swollen Jilly's nipples were. "Oh no, John, just chatting about you and Jilly and some rules and about slitlicking." "Slitlicking?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You know, Daddy – eating pussy," replied Jilly. "Mom and I have been discussing it. Did you know Mom's never licked a girl's pussy before?" "Um...well, I reckon I did." "But she's curious about it, aren't you, Mom?" our daughter said, turning her gaze back to her mother. "Might be she might try licking a certain hot, young thang's wet cunt real soon!" she added with a giggle. Sandra looked at her daughter and then to me and then back to our Jilly, an odd and lusty smile on her face as she answered, "That's right and maybe I might be letting a certain naughty teenage girl eat my pussy too!" She paused and they both looked up at me before she continued, "If that would be alright with you, John." I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry and my cock pulsing near the point of ejaculating as I envisioned my wife and daughter locked in an incestuous sixty-nine, tongues delving deep into each other's wet and sodden pussies. "Um...oh yeah, that's fine with me, dear." They looked at each other again, the love that mother and daughter shared evident between them and they kissed – a long and slow kiss, becoming momentarily oblivious to my existence as their tongues danced together, ending with an erotic glimpse of Sandra lewdly sucking on Jilly's tongue. When the kiss ended, Jilly suddenly stood up, naked and glorious, her skin glistening as water dripped off her. "Well. I'm going to bed. I think I'm going to need my rest." She climbed out of the tub, extending her hand to me to help her keep her balance, unashamedly showing off her lovely and aroused body, pussy lips blossomed open and wet from more than sitting in the hot tub. Her large, thick nipples, pulsating with excitement, dragged across my chest as she stood on tiptoe and kissed me as she had her mother. When it was over, her tongue brushing my lips gently, she said, "Will you come tuck me in before you go to bed, Daddy?" "Of course, baby," I replied hoarsely. "Be up in a little while." Proudly, our daughter walked away from us, her naked body moving sensually across the porch and into the house. As Jilly reached the screen door and opened it, she looked back at us and gave us a sweet smile – the same smile she'd been giving us since she was little. "I love you, Mom and Dad," she said softly and then disappeared inside. I suddenly felt a little shaky and dropped down on the wooden rim of the hot tub and looked at my wife. She was looking up at me with a mixture of love and lust and maybe doubt...I'm sure the same expression that I was giving her. "Is it me or are we getting over our head here?" I asked my wife. Sandra shook her head and replied, "Damned if I know, honey, but..." She paused for a minute to collect her thoughts. "Honestly, John. I've never been more turned on." "Really?" I said. Sandra nodded and suddenly rose out of the water, sitting herself across the tub from me, her legs spreading wide and revealing her sodden, wet pussy. Like our daughter, I doubted the wetness was simply from soaking in the tub. "It's always been a turn-on imagining you and our daughter, John...but I never really put myself in the equation before, but after hearing her talk about what you guys did today and about her and Diane...and others, I got so wet and then..." Again, my wife paused and she shook her head, disbelief now mixing with the expression of lust on her face. "And then what, Sandra?" It took my voluptuous wife a moment longer to bring herself to speak. "After I woke up, Jilly came downstairs and joined me in the kitchen. She said that you suggested that she and I have a talk. I suggested we hit the hot tub and have a glass of wine. Jilly suggested we have a soak in the nude and she just skinned out of her pajamas and climbed in...so I followed suit." I shivered, the image of my wife and daughter naked together so erotic. "And then?" I prompted. Sandra's hands idly ran over her inner thighs as she said, "We talked about me being alright about you fucking her. Then she asked me if that turned me on. When I said yes, she said, "Really? Let me see!" and the next thing I know she's cuddling up to me and her fingers are between my legs and inside my pussy." Sandra shuddered as her fingers brushed across her swollen labia. "My god, John! Jilly made me cum in about five seconds." My wife looked up at me and said, "She's like some drug. I've just had a little taste of our daughter's sexuality and I just want to go nuts...lose myself in her! I've never really considered a woman before. What the hell is happening?" I shrugged and replied, "I'm not sure. Maybe it's just the kink that it's our daughter...the thrill of incest. I know when I was touching her...knowing that when I was fingering her at the bookstore and knowing that I was fingering my daughter, that knowledge made it all the sexier...the more erotic." I laughed and shrugged my shoulders again. "Hell, Sandra, maybe it's just Jilly. Our daughter is like a primal sexual force of nature – something that cannot be resisted or denied." Sandra laughed and nodded and said, "She sure as hell is something!" She began to climb out of the tub, accepting my offering hand to do so and then allowing me to pull her close. "Are you okay, darling?" I asked her as I held her tight against me. My wife looked up at me and smiled, snuggling her well built body against me and replied, "I'm fine. I'm excited. I'm horny as hell!" She dropped one hand down and slid it between us, feeling the throbbing erection under my pants. "I want you to fuck me." She stood up on tip-toe and kissed me, her tongue sliding into mine...the faintest hint of Jilly' still lingering on her lips. When the kiss ended, she said softly. "Jilly's expecting you to tuck her in. If you're still conscious afterwards, come back to our bed and fuck me hard." She slipped from my embrace and headed towards the door, her nakedness only enhancing the beauty that she possessed. Like her daughter had done, she opened the screen door and then paused and looked back at me. She gave me an evil grin and said, "I got Doctor Prater to write a prescription for you earlier today. You might want to take one before you come upstairs – I left it on the kitchen table." I raised an eyebrow in question as I moved to go inside. Sandra had already retreated upstairs and so I walked over to the kitchen table and picked up the little prescription bottle sitting there. I grinned as I read the label. I'd considered the little blue pill years earlier when I was having some health issues, but since Jilly's maturity, there'd been no need, but now, thinking of the potential future demands of my wife and daughter, I realized I might need the magic that this so called wonder drug might provide! I quickly took one before locking up the downstairs, turning out the lights and climbing the stairs to where the two most wonderful women in the world were waiting. At the top of the stairs I paused. To my left was our bedroom where Sandra awaited me, her near whisper of "I want you to fuck me," still lingering in my ears. I imagined my wife, naked and wet, her legs spread wide waiting for me behind closed doors. To my right was Jilly's bedroom, her door closed and it made me tremble to think of what was waiting for me there. Silently vowing to end the night in bed with my wife as I had promised, I quickly made for Jilly's door. I paused and knocked softly on the door. "Jilly?" I said. "It's Daddy." There was a low moan and I thought I heard my daughter calling my name. I opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I came to a complete stop, my eyes widening in wonder as I beheld the incredible sight of my daughter, completely naked on her bed, knees drawn back and spread, her hand pressing her brand new dildo against her swollen lips. "Oh, Jilly," I breathed. Jilly's long blonde hair was spread out around her on the pillows like a golden halo and her eyes were big and wild as she looked my way and moaned, "Oh, Daddy...help! I can't put it in me. It's so big that I lose control. I need help, Daddy. Please, come fuck me with my toy Daddy dick!" Slowly, I walked across the room and sat down beside my aroused daughter on her bed. Jilly's large, firm breasts trembled and quaked as her need and desire made her shake. I could smell her juicy pussy, hot and wet – her aroma making my nostrils flare and my cock throb. Jilly's slender fingers took my hand and led it between her legs, allowing me to feel the heat emanating from her fevered cunt as she guided me into taking hold of the long, thick dildo that she said came closest to being the size of my dick. "Do it, Daddy! Shove that big Daddy penis in me, give me a hint as to what your big cock is going to feel like. Make me feel good, Daddy, please! There was more than a hint of need...of desperation in my daughter's voice and in Jilly's eyes I could see love and lust and maybe a touch of teasing playfulness. "Fuck me with my Daddy toy, Daddy...PLEEEAASSSE!" she moaned, her hips rolling and thrusting. "Oh my Jilly," I sighed as I carefully pressed the dildo forward, allowing the head to spread her labia apart. Rotating the long, thick rubber dong back and forth, I pushed the head inside my daughter's pussy, her loud groans of pleasure making me shiver with desire. Jilly's hips raised off the mattress, helping me slowly sink another inch or two of the dildo into her wet pussy and she sobbed, "OH YESSSSS, DADDDDYYY!" as her hands raked across the sheets, fingernails clawing frantically at the fabric as I wormed the rubber dick back and forth inside her. One hand raked at my arm and my daughter gasped, "More, Daddy! Give me MORE!" I slowly pressed the cock deeper inside her, feeling her flesh give way, spreading to accept the thick rubberized flesh, making her moan and sob with pleasure, her nipples swelling up until they appeared ready to burst while she moaned and bit her lower lip with her slight overbite, gasping as I abruptly shoved it another inch inside her tight pussy. "Love-love-love it, Daddy!" my daughter moaned. "More dick...give me – OH GOD, YESSS!" she sobbed as I worked more of the dildo inside her, maybe a scant inch or two left. "Take it all, Jilly," I hissed. "Take it all and imagine it's my cock, buried inside you!" Jilly let out a searing hot scream as orgasm swept over her, her body arching as if electrified as I sank the last of her rubber cock into her quivering cunt and then palmed my daughter's sopping wet pussy. "DAAADDDDDDYYYYY!" Jilly cried out shrilly, her body convulsing with incestuous desires and pleasure. My heart pounded wildly as I beheld pure carnality in the lewdly writhing body of my daughter, breasts bouncing enticingly while juices flowed over my fingers pressed against her silky cunt flesh. When it appeared that her orgasm was beginning to wane, I took hold of the end of Jilly's dildo and slowly slid it out, marveling at how wet and shiny it was with her juices. My daughter writhed and moaned anew as I withdrew her "Daddy toy" from her clasping pussy only to gasp and cry out in surprised delight as I suddenly thrust in back into her. "Oooooohhhh, yessss, Daddy!" Jilly sobbed. "Fuck me with that nasty dick!" I grinned with delight as I began to quickly work the long rubber cock back and forth, a wet, squelching noise rising as I worked it back and forth. Jilly's hand scrabbled up my arm and hooked my shoulder, pulling me down towards her. "Kiss me, Daddy!" she hissed. "Kiss me, Daddy while you fuck me with my wonderful toy!" I felt Jilly's pussy juices splattering against my fingers as our lips pressed together and our tongues danced as one while her cunt quivered and squeezed the thick rubber penis as I worked it back and forth. My free hand somehow found its way to my daughter's firm breast, my thumb worrying her swollen and throbbing nipple as I squeezed her solid and yet so soft and fleshy breast. I began to vary the speed with which I would thrust the dildo in and out of Jilly's wet pussy, fast at first and then slower until I was moving so slowly that her body shivered with frustration and need. Finally, my daughter broke the kiss, using her long and shapely legs to thrust her pelvis up in an effort to make me fuck her harder with her toy while she nearly screamed, "FUCK ME WITH THAT DADDY DICK, DADDY!" her body now coated with sweat and quivering with lust. Jilly flung her hips up, her mound rising as I kept barely the tip of her realistic dildo between her lips, her muscles straining to capture the rubber cock and take it inside her. Jilly clawed at my arm and whimpered, "Please, Daddy...make me cum now...please, oh please, Daddy!" I felt a keen sense of power and control and for seconds that were no doubt agonizing to Jilly, I gained a bit of revenge for all those years of my daughter's naughty teasing until I could bear her desperate and needy expression no more and I gave my daughter what she need, sliding the rubberized cock deep inside her pussy in a swift, violent motion. Jilly let out a bloodcurdling scream of pleasure and something more as I buried the dildo in her womb, my palm twisting and rubbing against her labia and scraping against the exposed, swollen nub of her clitoris. My daughter writhed and convulsed beneath my hand which guided and shaped her incestuous born seizure of carnal pleasure, her juices gushing around the thick rubber cock packed into her pussy to flow over my hand and to puddle underneath her ass. When I sensed Jilly was at the peak of her orgasm, I leaned over and took a swollen nipple into my mouth, setting my teeth against the firm, rubbery flesh and gently bit down, sensing more than seeing her orgasm flare to new heights as she sobbed and whimpered wordlessly. Softly biting down on her pulsating nipple, I flicked my tongue back and forth over the blood swollen protuberance while continuing to press her Daddy dildo into her cunt, her contracting pussy muscles trying in vane to expel the long, thick invader. Only after my daughter finally managed to put gasping words together and beg me, "Daddy, pleasepleaseplease, Daddy. So good...can't take it. Oh fuck me, so good, please, Daddy, stop, can't...heart exploding...can't breathe," did I finally relent, letting her nipple slip from my mouth and sitting back up so I could look down at my daughter's sex-ravaged body – her long blonde hair now sweaty and tangled, her eyes red from tears of ecstasy while her chest heaved in an effort to breath. The Naughty Family Ch. 02 I eased up the pressure that was holding the dildo in place, feeling it slide out nearly a third from the efforts of her cunt muscles alone – the movement nearly sending her back into orgasm. "How's my Jilly, now?" I asked in a soft and awed voice, gazing wondrously at the nubile sex goddess beside me. For a long time, Jilly could only nod and struggle not to cry – some tears running down her cheeks despite her best efforts while she reached out and took my free hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss. Finally, in a halting voice, full of shock, she stammered, "I love you, Daddy!" "I love you too, sweetie," I replied. Slowly, I pulled the rest of her rubber dildo out of her still quivering flesh and held the thickly coated toy up for her to see. "I think you liked that." I added, gazing at the pussy juices coating its surface. "Jilly licked her lips and said, "Gimme!" as her hand reached up to my wrist and pulled the toy cock down towards her face. A thick blob of cunt cream teared up and fell onto her open tongue, making her moan. I lowered the dildo to her lips, halting so that just the tip brushed against them and pulling back when her tongue emerged for a better taste. "My little girl hungry?" I said teasingly. "I wanna taste how wet Daddy's cock is going to make me!" Jilly moaned. "Let me lick it!" I couldn't resist her "Daddy's girl" whine and let her have it, my cock nearly exploding with need as I watched my daughter lick her own pussy juices off the dildo I'd just used to fuck her. Like a starving child with a lollipop, Jilly's tongue slithered over the dildo, lapping up her cream and then as I looked on in surprise, she opened her mouth and slid her lips over it, angling her head so to take nearly the whole thing in one swift, erotic movement. My cock ached for release as I realized my young daughter was already very accomplished at deep-throating. Once she had cleaned her rubber toy of her juices, Jilly looked up at me, her eyes now glassy and she said, "Sleepy, Daddy. Kiss me goodnight." I leaned down again and pressed my mouth against her open lips, a thrill running through me as I again tasted my daughter's pussy, her tongue thrusting between my lips to share her creamy sweetness. We kissed for several minutes until she seemed to slowly fade and then as I sat back up, Jilly murmured, "I love you, Daddy," and slipped into sleep, a satisfied smile on her face. I watched my daughter sleep for a minute, pulled up the sheet around her and then quickly fled the room and made my way to my bedroom, my cock leading the way. Sandra was waiting for me – terribly aroused herself, running her slender carrot-colored vibrator up and down her swollen and slick labia. "About goddamned time," she breathed as I seemed to jump out of my pants and climb between her widespread legs and with the ease of many years of practiced, rammed my aching cock into my wife's molten cunt. Our lips met in a passionate kiss even as Sandra's legs rose up and wrapped around my hips, her heels digging into my buttocks to help finish my violent thrust into her as I sank my almost painful erection into her hot, silky flesh. We kissed, our tongues roiling like maddened snakes as our hands roamed over each other's bodies while we quickly settled into a hard, steady rhythm of fucking. I could feel Sandra's heart pounding in her chest as her immense breasts pillowed against my chest, her hard nipples like rocks scraping deliciously against my skin as we rocked and plunged and shifted as I rammed my cock in and out of her again and again. As aroused as I was and with my hard penis throbbing and aching with such need, I thought I would need to cum almost immediately, but somehow I endured, savoring the feverish pleasure that my wife's pussy was providing, her moans of ecstasy fueling my desire to fuck her and please her. Finally, Sandra broke the kiss with a cry that announced that her orgasm had arrived and she bucked and flung her pelvis at my cock, taking it as deep as possible in her pulsating cunt before tightening her steaming hot flesh around my penis and squeezing me tight in the grasp of her arms and legs. "Oooauuuggghhhh...fuck, John," she whimpered into my ear. "If you fuck me like this before you fuck Jilly, what will it be like after you finally do?" "Better, darling," I gasped as her pussy muscles seemed to flex and massage my cock, willing me to cum – no, demanding that I cum. I looked into my wife's eyes, seeing there the same love I had for her, wanting to be lost in the moment forever, my mind not really registering the opening of our bedroom door until I saw Sandra's green eyes glance past me as she gasped, a fresh flood of her hot pussy creams bathing my cock. Even before I heard my daughter's voice, I knew Jilly had come into our room. "Fuck Mom, Daddy! Fuck her hard and make her cum some more and then cum in her!" she said in that sexy little girl voice of hers – the one that had allowed her to get what she wanted for so long. Just her presence seemed to make Sandra's orgasm take on new life as my wife threw back her head and let out a shattering scream of pleasure – her legs loosening their grip on me just enough so I could start jack-hammering my cock in and out of her pussy again with short, hard strokes. At the far end of her orgasmic cries, Sandra in a voice whispery harsh with lust gasped, "This is really fucking happening!" A hand, cool against my hot and sweaty flesh, caressed my buttock, adding a little more to my downward cock thrusts into my wife's pussy. "Fuck Mom hard, Daddy," I heard Jilly whisper into my ear as I felt her firm, large breasts rubbing against my upper back and shoulder. "Does Daddy's cock feel good, Mom?" she cooed. Sandra moaned again, her body shaking as if she was in an epileptic fit and stammered, "Ye-yes, J-Jilly – fuck YES! Y-you will love it!" I felt my daughter's fingers trail along the crack of my ass and then her warm breath was in my ear as she hissed, "Cum, Daddy. Give Mom all that hot sperm! Cum in Mom's pussy so I can lick all that hot, nasty semen out of my mother's cunt!" I groaned at my daughter's naughty words and thrust hard one last time as I felt my balls jerking and the sperm roaring through my penis to explode inside my wife's cunt. I came hard – so hard it nearly burned, extreme ejaculations of steaming sperm that again brought new life to Sandra's orgasm. Our joined bodies convulsed helplessly as we were caught up in a storm of incredible pleasure – our ecstasy fueled to new heights by the presence of our daughter in the room. As I emptied my seed into my wife's womb, Jilly leaned in and kissed me, again sharing the sweet taste of her saliva and pussy with me as her tongue swirled around inside my mouth. Then she moved further down, pressing her lips against Sandra's and my cock throbbed anew as I watched mother and daughter roll their tongues together, both moaning approval at their Sapphic contact. Finally, our orgasm began to ebb and my cock began to shrink, aching from the intensity of this semi-incestuous moment. With a groan of regret, I pushed myself out of and off my wife's body and moved to her side, almost pushed off as Jilly scrambled to climb between her mother's widespread legs. Sandra's eyes widened and despite being semi-dazed after her extended orgasm, she managed to gasp, "Oh, Jilly...baby, are you sure?" Jilly looked up at her mother, her face barely an inch away from Sandra's pussy, her labia gaping open below her sperm flecked dark bush. "Oh yeah. I'm going to eat my Daddy's spunk out of my Mom's pussy!" Her tongue slipped out and flicked against my wife's sperm smeared pussy lips. "It's a dream come true!" Then, like a woman starved, our daughter mashed her face against Sandra's pussy, making lewd slurping noises as she licked and sucked her mother's cum filled cunt. Sandra cried out in disbelief and carnal delight, bucking her pelvis against our daughter's face as Jilly's attentions drew her back to the border of orgasm. My wife dropped one hand to Jilly's tangled blonde hair while the other one found my hand, squeezing it tight as we both watched our only daughter lick her pussy. My wife licked her lips as her body quivered with intense pleasure, moaning, "John, John, John....our little girl is....OMIGOD! JOHN, OUR BABY CAN SURE EAT PUSSY!" Sandra's words became lost in a wail that conveyed more than her words ever could – a cry that announced to the world that she was swept away by an orgasmic tornado named Jilly. I watched with awe and envy as for the first time another woman was licking and sucking the pussy I had spent so many hours for over twenty years devouring myself. Jilly's big brown eyes looked up at me from over the trimmed bush of her mother, hunger and delight evident as she bobbed her head about, her tongue noisily licking my semen from Sandra's cunt. She paused for a moment and raised her heap up, allowing me to see semen and pussy juice smeared over her mouth, nose, cheeks and chin. A blob of my seed hung from the tip of her nose and ran down her chin to swing hypnotically in long streamers as she gurgled, "You taste so fucking good inside Mom, Daddy! She gave a gleeful laugh before again pushing her face back into her mother's quivering cunt flesh. Having gobbled up most of my sperm, Jilly turned her attention more directly to Sandra's cunt, swirling her tongue up and down her mother's labia and then thrusting her tongue deep into her spread wide cunt flesh and then capturing Sandra's long, turgid clitoris between her lips, a naughty smile spreading as her mother began to gasp and moan and contort as she brought Sandra to the heights of an incestuous orgasm. My wife buffeted her mound against our daughter's face – Jilly more than willing to let herself be battered against her mother's wet, silky flesh until Sandra was again screaming – her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. Sandra's cries became higher and higher and then abruptly stopped as she had one last intense convulsion and then collapsed limply back, breathing heavily, somehow still holding onto my hand, her daughter's torturous tonguing licks making her shudder involuntarily. As Jilly's incestuous ministrations slowly came to a stop, her mother let out a long, breathy moan and gasped, "Never imagined, John...she's...omigod. Jilly, you are the fucking devil." Our daughter giggled as she slowly climbed up Sandra's body, dragging her youthful breasts over her mother's body before finding her mother's mouth with her own and engaging in some very loud and wet kissing. She then snuggled herself between Sandra and me, turning to kiss me, sharing my wife's pussy creams with me. Jilly reached down and took my semi-erect cock in her hand and slowly began jerking me off. "Now it's your turn, Daddy. Are you ready to fuck your little girl?" I felt a thrill of excitement course through me, but I also felt the weariness from all the sexual activity over the last twenty-four hours. After watching my daughter tongue her mother's pussy, I expected to be hard as a rock, but I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get it up again anytime soon. I was saved from admitting so to Jilly when her mother yawned and said, "I think we should wait till morning, honey. We don't want to kill your father after all." She yawned again. "You can sleep with us tonight, Jilly and tomorrow you can fuck Daddy's brains out." Jilly pooched her lower lip out with the beginnings of a pout, but I ran my thumb over her mouth as I said, "Listen to your mother, sweetheart. I want to fuck you with all my heart, but I want to make it the best you ever had. A few hours would do me wonders." Our daughter sighed and finally nodded and said, Okay, Daddy, but...first thing in the morning, yes?" I leaned in and kissed my daughter, again marveling that on her sweet, but unfamiliar lips, I was tasting my wife's pussy. "First thing, Jilly – your Daddy is going to make love to you!" With our daughter snuggled tightly between us, the lights were turned off and we settled down to sleep. It was a long time before I heard my wife and daughter's breathing settle into the regular rhythm of sleep and I'm sure we were all kept awake by the thought of how swiftly and erotically our family had changed, epitomized by the fact that Jilly fell asleep with her hand still wrapped around my cock while her mother and I cupped her firm, large breasts. In the darkness, I couldn't tell exactly where Jilly's other hand was, but I suspected that it was in the very least cupping her mother's neatly trimmed mound. Images of my daughter writhing while impaled on her Daddy toy lingered in my mind as I slowly slipped into slumber where my dreams quickly became a ceaseless onslaught of carnal images of my daughter and her mother and myself, all swept up in a powerful torrent of incestuous sex. In the midst of my dreams, I suddenly felt incredible pleasure emanating from my cock, the pleasure punctuated by a shrill ringing to the point that the two things seemed to be intertwined. The sweet and sinful sensations enveloping my cock grew even as the ringing became more strident and annoying until finally I emerged from my dreams, the early rays of the morning sun coming through the bedroom windows, my wife, naked with her dark hair tousled from sleep sitting up in bed answering the phone and between my legs, our daughter was lying, her tongue curling around my cock between sweet, sucking kisses on the swollen head. I was a hard as a bar of iron and so much blood was engorging my penis that I had an incredible sensation of bigness. My head and heart were pounding as I shook off sleep and heard Sandra say in a very calm voice that belied the fact that her daughter was licking her husband's erect dick, "Hello?" She smiled at me, giving me a sexy little wink and then continued. "Not today, Archie....I'm sorry Debbie's sick again, but I covered for her yesterday...Frankly, I'm under the weather myself. I doubt I even get out of bed today...Yes, thank you. I'm sure you'll get somebody...Goodbye." She hung up the phone, looking sexy as she sat there naked, her left leg drawn up to her chest, making her trimmed muff more prominent, her nipples now long and thick. "Good morning, darling," she murmured, her eyes shifting down to our daughter. "How are you?" I kept myself from laughing and said, "I am fantastic, Sandra, my love." "And you taste good too, Daddy!" Jilly said softly from between my thighs, her lips slowly rubbing against the swollen crown of my cock. "You taste like Mom's pussy and sperm!" "Good morning to you, too, sweetheart!" I replied, the happiness in my voice obvious. Sandra laughed as she leaned over and kissed me good morning, the time we spent with our tongues dancing with each other allowing Jilly to return her focus on my throbbing cock. I felt a tremble slip through me as she took more of me into her mouth, evoking the memory of deep throating her long, thick dildo last night. I groaned into my wife's mouth and she broke the kiss and we both looked down at our daughter sucking my cock with more than a little expertise. Sandra laughed and said, "See, Jilly, I told you – there's not a man alive who won't wake up in a good mood if it starts with a blow job." I laughed and said, "You should know!" Jilly slowly ran her lips up the length of my shaft before letting me slip from between her pucked lips with a wet pop and said, "It was Mom's idea. We both woke up and made out for a while – kissing and stuff and then Mom told me about dreaming she was eating your sperm out of my well fucked cunt just like I did her last night." Our nineteen year old daughter grinned naughtily at me and added, "I think Mom wants to see you fuck me, Daddy almost as much as we want to fuck each other." I looked from my wife to our daughter and back again. "Are you both sure?" I asked. "This is happening awful fast for everyone here...I mean two days ago, this was just some naughty flirting and fantasy." Sandra leaned into me again and gave me another soulful kiss. "I'm sure, John. The more I think about it, the more I think this is a good thing for all of us. If nothing else, it promises to bring this family closer together." Her fingernails scraped lightly across my bare chest. "A lot fucking closer," she murmured to me. I looked down at Jilly, my lovely blonde-haired daughter a carnal vision to behold as she licked and sucked at my cock. "Jilly, are you sure you're ready for this. Once we've fucked, it all changes...everything we are as father and daughter becomes different and there's no going back." Jilly looked up at me, her usual easy go lucky, flirtatious expression vanished. In its place was a look of primal love and lust mixed with fierce determination. "Daddy, you'd blush right down to your toes if you knew how long you've made me wet thinking of this day. It's been my greatest dream...my greatest hope to someday spread my legs and give myself to my Daddy." Her voice grew louder and more emotional as she continued. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy and then I want you to fuck me again and then again and I want you to never stop fucking me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me forever, Daddy!" My wife and I let a look of mild surprise pass between us as we beheld the fiery young woman lying between my legs, her hand wrapped possessively around my erection, her eyes smoldering with pure lust. I wasn't sure what to say, but thankfully Sandra stepped into the moment and said with lust and amusement equally thick in her voice, "John, I think it's high time you fucked our daughter." She gave me a kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth and I could feel her heart beating rapidly – virtually in perfect rhythm with mine. "I love you, John," my wife whispered when the kiss ended, "Maybe more than ever before." Sandra reached down and took Jilly by the arm and pulled our daughter up to her knees and then she kissed her with equal passion. "I love you, daughter," she said softly. "I'm so proud of you and so happy for you. Your daddy loves you very much, Jilly, and so do I." Sandra paused for a moment, looking over at me and then back to our baby girl. "Welcome to our bed, Jilly. I hope you know your mother and father will always welcome you here with open arms." For a moment, I thought Jilly might cry – her lower lip trembling a little as she looked at us. She took Mom's hands in hers and they stared into each other's eyes for a long moment – communicating in that special way only mothers and their daughters can. Then she looked at me and held out her hands and said, "Daddy, I'm ready." I scrambled to my knees and took my daughter in my arms, pulling her against me, savoring the sinfully delicious feeling of having my cock pressing tight against her soft, taut stomach as we kissed, her firm breasts mashing against my chest as our tongues danced and whirled around each other. Neither of us closed our eyes as we kissed and I stared into those dark brown orbs so like my own. My hands slid down Jilly's back to cup her naked butt cheeks, feeling her toned, tight ass as I squeezed. Sandra scooted towards one side of the bed, giving me room to maneuver us around until I was able to slowly ease my daughter down onto her back, kneeling between her spread legs where I marveled at the incredibly sexual creature that was my Jilly. My daughter's long blond hair was in wild tangles from last night's activities and from sleep, giving her a primal, untamed presence. Her large, firm breasts heaved with excitement, her dark and reddish puffy aureoles surrounding her thick, blood engorged nipples that with a quick glance at Sandra confirmed that they were identical to her mother's. Jilly's long, shapely legs spread out wide, drawing my attention upwards to the bare flesh of her mound, clean shaven and glistening with arousal – her long labia swollen with her arousal and flowered to reveal glistening pink flesh within. Muscles fluttered below the surface of her flat stomach as if her insides were already writhing with anticipation of the daddy fucking she was about to receive. The Naughty Family Ch. 02 A part of me could scarcely believe this moment had come...that after years of yearning and fantasizing about my little girl – after years of fucking her mother in every position possible while pretending it was my Jilly, I was in fact, about to fuck my daughter! I beat back the need to immediately sink my throbbing penis into Jilly's cunt, instead moving to enjoy the moment, to savor every inch of my daughter's body. I shifted and leaned in, putting my face between her legs and taking a deep breath, took in the intoxicating aroma of my little girl's aroused pussy – her scent powerful and clean – reminiscent of her mother's cunt and yet familiar in ways I did not know...almost as if I recognized something familial from my side of the family. An unexpected thought rose in my mind as I wondered if my mother's pussy would've had at least a hint of that aroma. These new incestuous thoughts spurred me to move closer and Jilly let out a happy moan as I slid my tongue between her pussy lips and sampled her sweet, tangy nectar. I used my forefingers to spread her labia wider as I pressed my mouth more fully into her sweet cunt flesh, my tongue exploring ahead, sampling her creamy juices and I trembled as I felt my daughter buck her pelvis against my face. I delved deep into her pussy, allowing Jilly's cunt cream to bathe my mouth and cheeks and chin in their hot fluids before I shifted so to run my tongue up her lips, lapping and sucking at them, making her sigh and gasp as I teased and loved her cunt. Jilly squirmed beneath me, her hands now tugging and grasping at my head as I fluttered my tongue through her crinkled flesh and greeted her emerging clitoris. "Dadddddyyyy!" cried Jilly in a subdued voice as I gently wrapped my lips around her long, swollen nub, trapping it as I brought my tongue into play, flicking her sensitive clitoris with the very tip of my tongue. Her hips bucked as she slipped into orgasm, her cunt almost puckering before squirting my face with an ejaculation of pussy juice. I slipped two fingers into her quivering pussy, making her moan louder as I recalled her sweet spots from the afternoon before. Jilly's fingers tightened in my hair, urging her father to press his face more firmly against her pussy, allowing me to bring her even more pleasure. The scent of her orgasm was like a powerful, intoxicating drug, filling my head with incestuous lust and heightening my desires beyond my wildest fantasies. I tongued my daughter's pussy as she rode her orgasm and only when it began to wane, did I begin to move, kissing my way upwards, leaving a smeary trail of her cunt cream across her bare stomach as I did so. Jilly giggled with a tremulous voice as I tongued her little belly button and then began to groan as I tongued and kissed her firm, large breasts, rolling my tongue over those wide circles of puffy aureoles before teasing her hard, thick nipples. I covered one aureole with my mouth, sucking vigorously while fluttering my tongue over the turgid nipple. Then without warning, I suddenly bit down on the rubbery nub, almost breaking skin, making my daughter scream with both pain and pleasure and again felt the pleasure of her pussy juices splattering against my stomach. "Daddy!" my daughter gasped. "Fucking ow...that hurt, but it was soooo... Do it again, Daddy!" I chuckled around a mouth full of teenage tit and sucking hard, I slowly pulled my head back, stretching Jilly's nipple out and then letting it snap back before closing my mouth over her other aureole, rolling my tongue over her chunky nipple, teasing it until without warning, I bit down hard on the throbbing, rubbery nob again making my daughter cry out with both hurt and ecstasy. The youthful body underneath me jerked and again I felt steaming pussy juice splatter against my stomach only to trickle down towards my groin, previewing what my cock would soon feel firsthand. Playfully, I pulled at Jilly's nipple with my teeth, making it stretch until she groaned from the sensation and then I let it go as I gazed into my daughter's eyes which were now round with amazement and awe much as they had often been when she was little and her father showed her something new and wondrous. "You've so much to learn, Jilly," I said softly as I moved on up. "Daddy has so much to teach you!" I nuzzled her neck, kissing my way along the taut muscle until I could lick her lips and feel her frantic breath on my face. My hard cock dragged along her mound, finding the steaming hot and drenched blossom there. I lifted my hips and felt the head of my cock slip between her labia and barely press into the opening wet flesh there, pulsating and throbbing like a hungry mouth. "Daddy?" Jilly whispered, uncertainty suddenly in her voice that had become very little girl like. "Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?" "Yes, sweetheart, Daddy is finally going to fuck you. Are you ready?" Jilly licked her lips and I saw her eyes shift towards her mother. I turned to regard my wife as well. Sandra was sitting there, eyes almost glazed with excitement, her left hand between her legs, feverishly playing with herself. "Do it, John," she hissed. "Fuck Jilly...fuck our daughter!" Jilly moaned and reached out to her mother with her hand. Sandra extended her right hand and mother and daughter intertwined fingers. My Jilly turned back to me, fear and apprehension warring with lust on her face as the enormity...the reality of the moment truly dawned on her. "I'm ready, Daddy. Please, please, fuck me, Daddy – UHHFUCCCKKKK!" Before she could finish, I was thrusting my cock into my daughter's tight, wet and incredibly hot pussy. I felt her stiffen beneath me as I drove almost a third of my long, thick penis into her creamy, molten cunt. Jilly's eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw dropped open and she gave a long, drawn out moan that escalated into a scream as I rolled my hips and thrust into again, burying now more than half of my cock in her young, slippery snatch. I could feel my daughter's body literally clenching beneath me – her pussy tightening up around my cock and before she could contract her cunt muscles to possibly expel me, I lunged into her hard and Jilly wailed, "DADDDDYYYYYY!" as I buried the entire length of my cock into her tight pussy, pressing the head of my cock into her cervix and sending her into an orgasmic convulsion as my wiry pubic hair scraped and tickled her bald mound. Then Jilly exploded into action, flailing legs and arms about as her orgasm swept over her. Never letting go of her mother's hand, our daughter clawed at my back with her free hand as her legs wrapped, unwrapped and rewrapped around my back. "FUCK DADDY!" she screamed before her head rose and kissed me hard, her tongue frantically forcing its way into my mouth. Fingernails dug into my back and she flung her hips into my groin as her long legs wrapped about, heels digging into my flanks, demanding I go deeper. My daughter was like a wildcat beneath me, her pussy frantically clamping around my stiff penis, working her hips to meet my thrusts while she snarled and hissed as our lips ground against each other while our tongues wetly dueled. Her body quickly became covered with a fine film of sweat, making the touch of her skin, those magnificent breasts and erect nipples sliding against my chest, an incredibly erotic sensation. I felt like a stallion...like a man half my age, strong and fierce as I slammed my cock into my teenage daughter again and again. Jilly's orgasm peaked with her breaking the kiss and screaming shrilly as she arched her back and flung her pelvis at me, seeking to force more cock inside that steaming cauldron of pussy flesh. For one carnal filled moment, she stood astride the peak of orgasmic perfection and then with a moan fell back, her body going limb as if she was a puppet with its strings cut. I followed her down, still riding her, savoring the tightness of the wet place between her legs. My cock throbbed madly as she gazed up at me through glassy eyes and moaned in a dazed and meek voice, "Daddy...you made me cum!" I laughed, feeling intoxicated on the storm of hormones that raged within me – that demanded I continue mounting this young, luscious creature beneath me and impaled by my hard cock. "Oh, Jilly," I growled. "We're just getting started!" As my daughter lay helpless, I began to fuck her hard, ramming my aching cock into her tight pussy again and again – her wails of pleasure echoing through the room and mixing with the wet, lewd sounds of my long and thick penis sliding in and out of her. As my hips moved fast up and down, I ducked my head and again took one of Jilly's breasts in my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around her aureole, bringing squeals of pain and delight with unexpected nips and nibbles. Another orgasm caught up with Jilly and she sobbed and cried as her body shook and convulsed as waves of pure carnal pleasure raced through her again and again. Her pussy walls seemed to pulse with pure pleasure, bathing my cock in hot creams unlike anything I had ever experienced. Another wail of orgasm momentarily drew my attention from my daughter's ecstatic body as I glanced over to see her mother quivering as she stirred her own juices with the four fingers jammed into her wet cunt. I grinned at her and said, "I love you, Sandra!" My wife moaned and managed to gasp, "I love you, too, darling. Is it as good as you imagined?" I grinned wolfishly and said, "Better!" From beneath me, Jilly joined the conversation as her orgasm again began to ease off. "Daddy? Do you love me, Daddy?" I returned my attention to my daughter. "Of course I do, baby! I love you with all my heart." Jilly gasped as I continued to fuck her, then licked her lips and moaned, "Then show me, Daddy. Show me how much you love me. Fuck me, Fuck your little girl! Fuck me hard!" And I did, giving her my complete attention. I raised myself up on my arms, admiring the erotic sight of my daughter under me, her breasts bouncing as I slammed into her again and again and then I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, thrusting furiously, feeling the sweat pour off my body as I pounded my cock into Jilly's wet and willing pussy again and again until I thought my heart might explode. Jilly wailed and struggled beneath me, pleasure and pain from her hard daddy fucking taking her higher and higher until I felt her legs kick straight up, stiffening as her third orgasm arrived, the biggest by far judging from the way her pussy locked into place around my cock, trapping it completely inside her. My daughter opened her mouth to scream in utter pleasure, but nothing came out and seeing my Jilly caught up in such a powerful orgasm sent me over the edge and with a triumphant howl of my own, I ground my groin against hers and yielded to the ultimate pleasure of pumping my hot semen into my teenage child's womb. Everything except the intense, incestuous pleasure we were sharing seemed to vaporize, leaving only the souls of my daughter and I to cling to each other, buffeted about in a tempest of pure orgasmic energy that was fueled by the sweet knowledge that as father and daughter, we had completed a journey into forbidden and taboo lands. We dwelt in the House of Incest now and would never look back or return to a life that didn't include each other as lovers. Then the world returned around us. My tongue was curled around Jilly's – our lips mashed hungrily together as her cunt throbbed as it milked the last of my sperm from my cock, our bodies clinging tightly together, cemented by sweat and our mingled fluids. Jilly looked into my eyes with such depths of love I never imagined and managed to stammer, "I l-love you so much, Daddy," before she began to sob – the intensity of our passion too much for words, leaving only tears and a loving cry. I held my daughter in my arms for long minutes, until finally her tears ebbed to a halt and we kissed again and again, wordlessly confirming our newly expanded love for each other. When I finally withdrew from my Jilly's clasping pussy, I felt a bit like I had when I first left home – a slight sense of loss, but with the wonderful knowledge that I would be returning again and again. My energy and strength temporarily spent, my body trembled with effort as I eased off her body and moved to lie alongside my daughter's body. We looked at each other lovingly until a shadow loomed over us. We turned to see Sandra kneeling above us, a look of awe on her face. "So beautiful," she murmured. "There just aren't any words. I love you both so much!" "We love you, too, wife," I said softly, suddenly overwhelmed that as much as I loved Sandra, I loved her even more now as I recovered from fucking our daughter. "I love you too, Mom," Jilly said, her voice subdued, but laced with desire and interest. I glanced over at our daughter and was both proud and amazed to see a sly expression blossom on her face out of the look of the dazed and well fucked. Somehow she managed to summon the energy to move her legs, first putting them together and then raising her knees up and then spreading them wide, showcasing her shaved and now semen filled cunt. "I want you too, Mom," Jilly whispered, excitement rising in her voice. "As much as I wanted Daddy, I want you too!" Sandra stated down at our daughter's freshly fucked pussy, her labia smeared and glistening with my seed. She looked both hungry and nervous – considering doing something she'd never done before. I idly wondered if my wife had ever seriously considered eating pussy, but it didn't matter now – she was licking her lips as she eyed her daughter's cum filled snatch. My wife slowly tore her gaze from Jilly's well fucked snatch and turned to look at me, an evil grin spreading across her face and then she dove down, forcing her face into our daughter's cunt with such force that Jilly gave a little grunt as if she'd lost her breath and then her eyes widened as her mother's tongue slashed through the thick puddle of semen in her pussy to roll teasingly over her still swollen and exposed clitoris. Jilly jerked and let out a new wail of pleasure, her body shivering as incestuous pleasure washed over her again. Sandra's eyes stared up at us, first with naughty delight and then glazing slightly as her own realization of what she was doing – licking her husband's cum out of her daughter's pussy caught up with her and triggered a spontaneous burst of orgasmic pleasure of her own. A garbled, squeal of delight passed her pussy filled lips and then just as her ass, riding high in the air as she kneeled between Jilly's legs, shook with tremors of pleasure, she squirted pussy juice of her own that arced across the bed to splatter on the bedspread at the foot of the bed. After lapping sloppily at our daughter's pussy several more times, Sandra raised her head up, her mouth and chin dripping with pussy juice and semen and moaned, "Eating our little girl's pussy is making me cum, John!" My wife looked at us with such love and disbelief. "I never knew...I never imagined. Oh my fucking God, I – we can't ever give this up!" she sobbed before diving back down and making our Jilly squirm and writhe as she licked her pussy. Caught up in the erotic sight of my wife eating our daughter, it was several moments before I realized that I was hard again...my cock still smeared with semen and Jilly's cunt cream. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming need to sink my erection into my wife's pussy – allowing all our fluids to somehow to join. I found myself kneeling behind Sandra, her meaty ass cheeks bouncing as she bobbed her head back and forth in our daughter's crotch, trembling as she hovered near the edge of orgasm itself. She gave a muffled moan as I ran my hands over her butt cheeks and spread them wide, guiding her ass up just enough and then with a growl, I was thrusting into Sandra's molten hot pussy. Her body stiffened even as Jilly squealed when my thrust mashed her mother's face more against her pussy. I shivered with delight as my wife's slick flesh clasped at my shaft, kissing it as it slid deep into her womb – her cunt feeling hotter than usual, fueled by our new explorations of our incestuous desires. I slid my hands up her back and then around to cup her heavy, swaying breasts, nipples stiff and hard, betraying the wild beating of her heart with the throbbing of the blood engorged nubs. My palms scraped against Sandra's swollen nipples as I sank my fingers into her fleshy tits and used them for leverage as I began to fuck her furiously from behind. Our bodies bucked and slammed together with frantic, hungry need. I leaned against her back, kissing the nape of her neck as my hips worked frantically thrusting into my wife's hot, sodden cunt again and again. Below her, our daughter groaned and sobbed, her hips scurrying about as if attempting to escape the maddening tongue of her mother. From over Sandra's shoulder, I gazed down at Jilly's face which was contorted into a paroxysm of pure ecstasy. Between her mother inspired moans and Sandra's own garbled gasps and sighs came the lewd sounds of my wife's tongue, noisily lapping and licking at our daughter's pussy. It might have been Sandra's first experience at eating a woman's cunt, but from the moans coming from Jilly, she knew what she was doing. Suddenly, Sandra raised her head and let out a soul wrenching cry of carnal pleasure and I felt her pussy muscles clamping down hard around my cock as she shook with an orgasm that seemed to go on and on. My fingers moved and began pinching her nipples hard, the pain adding fuel to the blaze that was her orgasm, expanding its power and length and my wife's moans became screams as she went rigid with intense pleasure, drips of my semen and Jilly's pussy juices dripping from her tongue to splatter on our daughter's flat stomach. Abruptly, Sandra's cries of pleasure winked out and she gasped, "Oh my!" and then she fell away to Jilly's side, landing on her back, one leg draped across Jilly's thigh, leaving me kneeling there with my cock jutting out, covered in her juices. Before I could react, Jilly was sitting up and leaning forward. "MINE!" she crowed and then took me into her mouth, pausing just long enough to roll her tongue over the head of my cock and lick it clean before taking all of me down her throat and then slowly letting me slide out, sucking me clean – her tongue rolling madly along my shaft as it slipped from her lips again. Jilly looked up at me with her loving brown eyes as her tongue danced around the crown of my penis conveying her desires without speaking a word. Then I was pushing her back down and then I was in her again, my daughter's fiery pussy still so incredibly tight, but so slick with her creams that this time, I slid into her in one swift thrust. I had a burning desire to be even deeper inside her teenage womb and my hands slid under her knees and lifted, making my little girl squeal with pleasure as I slung her legs over my shoulders and pressed in, feeling my cock slid deeper into her womb as I curled her into a compact ball of fuckable flesh. "OH DADDDDDY, YESSSS!" Jilly screamed as I began to fuck her hard and frantically, her ankles and heels drumming on my back as I buried my throbbing cock in her again and again, feeling like I could fuck my daughter forever. Her sugar walled pussy squeezed and clung to my cock as I rocked back and forth, feeling like hot and slick silk, kissing and licking at my penis, a flood of pussy juice continuously bathing my cock. Jilly's lovely face was suddenly joined by my wife, her face smeared with my seed and our daughter's cunt creams and then the two were kissing and I felt a thrill race through me as their lips met and their tongues shared the sweet tastes of us all between them. The Naughty Family Ch. 02 Suddenly Jilly began to convulse, her breasts heaving as her mouth opened to offer up wordless screams as again she began to cum, her pussy tightening around my cock, trapping me there for what seemed forever as her pussy flooded with her hot juices, soaking our joined crotches as she shook and writhed through her orgasm. She again seemed to collapse, her legs sliding lifelessly off my shoulders as she lay beneath me, impaled helplessly on my cock, drool, semen and cunt juice glistening on her lips and chin. Then, Sandra rose up and pushed me off our daughter. "My turn, again," she hissed as she pushed me onto my back, my cock waving in the air, shiny with our daughter's cunt juices. My wife crawled around Jilly to get to me, kneeling over my crotch and expertly catching my stiff cock in her mouth and hungrily sucking my cock clean of our daughter's juices. I clawed the sheets and groaned happily as Sandra's tongue slithered hungrily over my throbbing hard on. Finally, Sandra rose up and straddled me, a hungry leer on her face as she took my cock in hand and placed it between her quavering and dripping wet labia. "Give me that big cock, you nasty daughter fucker!" she hissed as she slowly sank down my cock – her filthy sneer slowly replaced by an expression of almost angelic ecstasy as she impaled herself on my hard pole. I watched in awe as my wife began to ride me – slowly rising up and down on my cock, picking up speed as she fucked – her large, meaty breasts beginning to sway and bounce. Sandra ran one hand over her face, lips swollen in a pleasurable grin as she bit down on the lower one, fingers tangled in her hair while she moaned and arched her back in a convulsion of pleasure. Jilly's hand found mine and she pulled herself to me, kissing me with her cum smeared tongue before whispering, "Isn't Mom beautiful, Daddy?" and cuddling up with me, resting her head on my shoulder, her free hand reaching out to teasingly grab at her mother's bouncing tits, occasionally snagging and pinching a swollen nipple for a brief moment before Sandra's up and down motions tugged the rubbery digit away. It was becoming a struggle to not cum now – my cock ached with the need for release. Jilly seemed to sense this and helped me to keep pleasuring her mother by diverting my attention, playfully luring me into long passionate kisses, her tongue curling tantalizingly around mine – allowing me to savor the incredible sensations of Sandra's cunt working its way up and down my cock while enjoying my daughter's sensual and loving kisses. It was only when Sandra began cumming again, her pussy juices, pouring over my cock like sweet, melted love that I finally found myself roaring with need and then intense pleasure as my wife's milking cunt finally coaxed me into climax! In the midst of Sandra's and my cries of pleasure, Jilly sat up and pressed her face into our joined loins, her tongue devilishly probing where her mother's cunt and my cock met, lapping at our combined juices as I shot wad after wad of steaming semen into my wife's pussy, lapping up cunt cream and fresh sperm as we convulsed with pleasure. Finally, we were all cuddled up in a jumble of arms and legs, warm breasts bracketing me from both sides as lips and fingers caressed my body and sought out each other. I have never found myself more content than I was watching my wife and daughter sharing a loving kiss, mouths and tongues swapping my semen fresh from Sandra's well fucked pussy. "Is every day going to be like this, Daddy?" Jilly purred, her fingers gently stroking along the shaft of my semi-erect penis. I sighed and replied, "I hope so, baby." I paused and chuckled, "At least as long as my heart holds out or until your brother comes home from school. There was a long silence and then Jilly murmured, "Oh fuck. I forgot about Scotty. How the hell are we going to be able to fuck each other when he's around? You know this will freak him out something awful!" There was another long silence and then Sandra rose up and looked at us, giving her husband and child a mysterious grin. "Leave Scotty to me. I've been thinking about him and us and I think I have an idea." To be continued... The Naughty Family Ch. 03 Here is the third chapter of this story - we will be shifting from Dad's p.o.v. to Mom's and I hope it's everything some of you have been hoping for! I'm pleased at the reception this series has received so far. Looking forward to your comments, be they negative or positive. As per the usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are fictitious as well. Enjoy! * As I pulled onto the campus of the state university, I could feel the anticipation of the moment tingling inside me, mixed up with the horniness I had felt since I'd woken up this morning and called home. There hadn't been much conversation -- it's really hard to have a phone conversation with people when they're fucking, especially when it's your husband and daughter gasping and moaning between "Hello" and "How are you?" I had burned up the cell phone minutes, stroking my wet pussy while listening to Jilly and John being swept away by their morning fuck, my daughter nearly screaming into the receiver, "Yesssss! DADDY'S REALLY FUCKING ME GOOOOOOOD, MOMMMM!" As I plunged fingers in and out of my wet snatch, I listened as my husband pumped away with his cock, plunging it in and out of our little girl's cunt with total abandon pretty much as he had done since we'd broke through the walls of taboo and let our fantasies become reality back in early April. I could almost see my handsome man on top of our tall, shapely daughter, ramming that long, thick dick of his into her wet, bald cunt over and over. It made me ache just a little that I couldn't be there, to share his big cock with Jilly, kissing him and kissing her, tasting him inside her pussy, tasting myself on her lips, abandoning all reason and conventional morals as we indulged in sweet incest over and over! But, I was on a mission...it was my job to bring our last family member into our new way of life. I needed and suddenly wanted to fuck my son, Scotty. As I parked in front of his dorm, I reflected on how difficult this task might be. Scotty was our oldest child -- a near genius young man of twenty-three years old, due to finish his graduate degree in cybernetics in the fall. Spring semester was over and I was here to pick him up and bring him home for the summer. I was here for more than that though. I was here to seduce him and guide him into becoming more of a loving family member than he might ever have imagined. And I knew how difficult that would be. See, Scotty has a mild neurological condition -- a slight form of Asperger's Syndrome that had made socializing a bit more difficult for him than most. Scotty required an orderly world -- one that was reliable and structured without too many deviations. It was a world of rules and process that did not change lightly from day to day. Whenever that world was disrupted, it threw him into a tizzy, manifested by tantrums or withdrawal. As a child, he would weep or rage at his mischievous little sister's "unauthorized" trespasses into his room or at any unexpected changes in school schedules or any other unanticipated events. But, as I had learned from long experience, my son could and did adapt to new situations and while becoming sexually active within the family would be one hell of a new situation, I was confident that I could help guide Scotty through it. I glanced at my wristwatch and seeing that it was nearly four in the afternoon, my late arrival would no doubt be seen as an unanticipated event. I should have been here before noon so we could make it back home before it would get too late. As it was, we would now have to stop for the night on the way. This would no doubt upset Scotty, but was part of my overall plan. I climbed out of the minivan, feeling the breeze warm on my bare arms and legs. Most of the dorm's students had already gone home, but here and there were young men and their mothers and fathers loading packed boxes into cars or trucks or vans for their own trips home and I was aware of more that a few of them were eyeing me. I was wearing a sleeveless summer halter dress, a floral print on white that contrasted well with my olive complexion. The short hem showed off my shapely legs well and the light cotton material clung tightly to my large breasts, scarcely contained in the lacy strapless half bra I had on. The halter dress didn't offer up too much cleavage, but it still accentuated the shape and heft of my breasts and neither my dress nor my bra did anything to conceal my nipples, thick and erect in anticipation of seeing my son. High heeled sandals completed my ensemble as I strutted up the steps of the dormitory. My shoulder length black hair framed my green eyes that my cat's eye glasses seemed to accentuate. I grinned and somehow managed not to blush as I heard a couple of faint wolf whistles as I climbed up the two flights of steps and walked down the long hallway to my son's dorm room. I was proud of my zaftig figure, all tits and ass as my husband liked to proclaim. I sometimes envied our daughter, Jilly's taller and more slender figure, but I was comforted by the fact that I had been turning heads since I was a teenager. While my normal dress was more modest, since becoming incestuously involved with my daughter -- in certain situations, I was enjoying dressing up much more sexily and to be honestly, dressing more like a slut. Certainly, showing up with seducing my son was such an occasion to dress so sexily.. I scarcely had knocked on Scotty's door before he flung it open, his green eyes, so much like mine, wide with panic. My son needed a haircut, his black hair all askew and falling into his face as he exclaimed, "Mom, you're late! We're going to get home late if we can get home at all." Even in his panic at the upset of the status quo, I could see that he still managed to give me a long look up and down, registering and recording my sexy outfit. "Mom, I don't know if we can drive home tonight. It would be after midnight, Mom!" With long practiced ease, I reached out and placing the palm of my hand on his chest, pushed him backwards, allowing me to enter his dorm room. "I'm glad to see you too, son," I said, stepping inside his comfort zone and kissing him on the corner of his mouth, allowing my meaty breasts to rub against his T-shirt covered chest. I could feel him stiffen up against me -- personal contact was something my son had difficulty with. "Mom. It's really late. Why are you so late? We can't make it home tonight, Mom!" I put my arms around his neck and tugged his head down until we gently bumped foreheads and looking him in the eye, I repeated, "It's good to see you, Scotty." I locked gazes with him, not allowing him to pull away and after a few seconds, my son began to calm down and finally he gave me a bashful grin and said. "It's good to see you, Mom." I lifted an eyebrow in expectation and he moved his head and kissed me back, aiming for the corner of my mouth, but because I deliberately shifted, more or less bussing me on the lips. Still with my arms around his neck, I felt his heart pounding in his chest, more likely from his anxiety over my tardiness than from the fact his mother was mashing her tits against his chest. He confirmed it by repeating more calmly, "Mom, you're late and that means we can't get home tonight." I nodded and replied, "That's correct. But it's all right. All it means is that you and I will spend the night in a motel. Is there anything wrong with that?" I felt amusement as I saw him try and process this. "Is there anything wrong with a mother and son staying overnight in a motel?" I blushed and he giggled a moment before saying. "No." I nodded and kissed him again, this time a brief kiss full on the lips. "Good boy. Now, let's get you packed up and we'll be on our way." I dropped my arms and stepped around him, dragging my breasts across my chest as I did so. A quick glance around the room confirmed that he was ready to go -- a small stack of boxes and crates that we'd have to haul down to the minivan. My son lived a pretty spartan life -- only keeping what clothes he actually needed, a few computer games, some DVDs and books, and a laptop. Scotty insisted on carrying everything down, leaving the arrangement of the boxes to me. As he announced to me that he had the last load, I was leaning into the side of the minivan shuffling things around so they wouldn't shift or turn over. Before I turned around, I caught him in the corner of my vision checking out my voluptuous backside -- the light cotton dress stretched tightly across my backside -- thong bikini leaving no panty line. I spun around and said, "And what are you looking at, young man?" Scotty looked down and blushed and then with his face turning bright red replied, "You look really pretty in that dress, Mom." I felt a flush sweep through me, a tingle blossoming between my thighs at his words, but acted amused as I said, "Thank you, Scotty. I swear there must be no good looking girls around if you're staring at an old lady's butt!" Scotty looked panicked for a moment, but saw my grin and said boldly, "You're as pretty as any girl here at the university, Mom!" "Why thank you, son!" I said. I did a little shimmy dance, making my barely fettered breasts roll about my chest. "Am I as sexy as your college girlfriends?" My son's eyes followed my bouncing breasts about even as his mouth gaped open at my little bit of teasing and then he hurriedly brushed by me to set the last set of boxes down, unable to look me in the eyes as he muttered, "I don't have any girlfriends." He paused for a second and still avoiding my gaze, said more bravely, "You're sexier, Mom!" I came up behind Scotty and wrapped my arms around his waist, hearing him gasp as I invaded his space again, this time mashing my tits against his slightly sweaty back. "Thank you, sweetheart! You make an old lady feel young and pretty!" I showered him with quick little kisses on his neck and ears until he squealed with delight and broke free of my embrace. He retreated a few steps and we stood and looked at each other, Scotty giggling until he nearly lost his breath. I was gratified that I thought I could detect a faint outline of an erection beneath his crisp khakis. Finally, I said, "Well, sweetie, if we have everything, we should get on the road." Scotty reverted to type by agreeing vigorously, "Absolutely! We are already late. No way can we get home tonight!" We climbed into the van, me driving because Scotty found driving too disorganized. Not being able to predict what other drivers would do unnerved him. We hit the highway with my son talking animatedly about his graduation thesis which revolved around a new artificial intelligence program. It mostly went over my head, but I was happy to let him chatter on while I waited to see how long it would take him to notice that in getting into the driver's seat, I'd allowed my short dress to ride up my thighs to my crotch. I had almost given up hope of him noticing when he suddenly went silent. A quick glance over confirmed his eyes were now locked onto my legs and crotch. I shifted my legs a little to allow my thighs to open up and reveal the tiny swatch of cloth that passed for the gusset of my thong panties -- a lacy and gauzy white material that allowed my trimmed, black-haired bush to be visible beneath the thin cloth, below which was a wet spot, standing out pink and dark against the surrounding white silk and lace. Scotty's face was knotted up in furious concentration, his tongue peeking out and worrying his upper lip. Another quick glance confirmed the rise of his cock, now a prominent bulge in his pants. Suddenly, my son realized that I was watching him watching me and he began to blush once again. To prevent a new burst of anxiety, I winked at him and then asked, "So, any new girlfriends, Scotty?" My son laughed and rolled his eyes. "You know I never date, Mom. I don't get girls and they don't get me." "I doubt that," I responded, tossing him another wink. "You're a good looking man -- I bet you have to beat them off with a stick." "Hardly, Mom," Scotty replied, squirming uneasily in his seat. "Well, they should be, son." I gave him a leering grin and said teasingly, "If I wasn't married, I'd be all over you in a minute." Scotty's expression was somewhere between tickled and shocked as he said, "No you wouldn't. You're my mom." I stuck my tongue out at him and said, "I don't know why that should make a difference. You're a sexy young hunk. If your father said it was okay, I'd tear your clothes off in a second." Scotty sat straight up and his arms moved about in front of him aimlessly, a little eccentricity of his that indicated that he was confused and unnerved...the human equivalent of "DOES NOT COMPUTE!" I reached out and stroked his shoulder and murmured, "Everything is okay, Scotty. Don't worry." I let it go, letting the conversation and the teasing lag while we drove on. Silence reined for awhile, but it wasn't too long before I saw my son again glancing down at my exposed crotch. I hoped he appreciated the growing wet spot between my legs -- my teasing making me more aroused and making me nuts with the need to take my hand and rub my pussy. I began to smell my wetness as well and wondered what Scotty was making of this new, musky scent. I wondered if he'd ever gotten a good whiff of wet pussy before. I decided that fingering my aroused pussy while driving might be a little much, but when I noticed him shifting his attention to my breasts with my hard nipples clearly visible against the light cotton of my dress, I couldn't resist bringing my left hand up and carelessly caressing my breast, idly sliding two fingers around my swollen nub and pinching it through my dress. A little squeak escaped my lips after I pinched it particularly hard, sending a jolt of carnal delight racing through my body. "Mom...are you okay, Mom?" Scotty asked, his voice a mixture of concern and confusion. "Ohhhhh yeah," I breathed out. "I'm with my most favorite man in the world. I'm doing just fine!" Scotty laughed and said. "I'm your favorite man? What about Dad?" I spared him a glance from the road and winked at him again. "Well, I love your father a lot, but...there's a special love that only a mother and son can have." Scotty's face lit up with pleasure. "Really, Mom?" I reached over and dropped a hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze. "Absolutely, Scotty, don't you feel it? I love you like no one else, son." I rubbed his thigh a little bit and said in a slightly pouty voice, "Don't you love me, Scotty?" My son trembled a bit and hesitated, that lip peeking out and rolling along his lip. "More than anything...anyone, Mom!" "Am I your best girl, son?" I said teasingly. Scotty took a deep breath and let it out slow. "I wish..." he replied, looking out the window. "You wish what?" I said, sensing an opportunity. Scotty was a long time responding and I thought for a moment I was going to lose him again as his arms came up and waved for a few seconds before he paused and dropped them into his lap. "You wish what, honey?" I asked again. Slowly, Scotty turned to face me and he said in a hesitant tone. "I wish I really had a girlfriend like you, Mom." I smiled back at him between glances at the road and then replied as I slid my hand up his thigh until my fingers were almost brushing the large bulge in his crotch, "Well, darling. You know that's what Moms are best at...making their son's wishes come true." He stared at me, eyes wide with amazement as he tried to process my words. I returned my focus to my driving, giving him a little time to work things through, enjoying his not too subtle glances at my aroused body. We drove on another couple of hours, saying little until the sun had set and I decided we would stop for the night. We pulled into a small and older motel -- a leftover remnant of a chain that no longer was in business. I left Scotty in the minivan while I went in and got us a room. A middle aged Indian woman got me signed in and glancing through the window, said, "One room or two, madam?" I finished filling out the registration card as I replied, "One room, please -- one bed would be fine." The motel clerk tilted her head and gave me a curious glance, her eyes flicking towards the window again where she could see Scotty sitting. She smiled at me, a knowing smile that conveyed understanding. "Of course, madam." She handed me a key card and said, "Room 118. It had a king size bed. It's around to the side and is very private." "Perfect," I replied. I picked up the card and strutted back out, smiling naughtily back at her as she said, "I hope you have a wonderful stay with us." I drove us around to park in front of our room and we climbed back out, Scotty stretching to work kinks out as I opened up the side door and rummaged around for my overnight bag. As I yanked it free of the clutter of Scotty's boxes, I knocked a small box of DVDs off the seat, scattering them across the floorboard and the pavement. "Oops, my bad, Scotty!" I said as I squatted down to pick up the jewel cases. I heard Scotty give a slight squawk only to go dead silent as I slowly rose back up, examining the DVDs in the parking lot lights. After looking at the titles, I gave my son an amused glance and said, "My goodness. You have some interesting sounding movies here, son." I held them up, three of them fanned out in my hand -- TABOO II, HOT MOMMAS & YOUNG SONS, and AMATUER MILFS WHO LOVE COCK! "Somebody likes older women!" I said teasingly in a sing song voice. Scotty looked strickened and his arms began to come up and wave, but I tried to head things off by laughing and saying, "Calm down, sweetie. Momma's known about your porn movies for a long time." Scotty stopped waving his arms and said in a confused voice. "You do?" I tossed the movies back into the box and headed for the motel room door. "I'm your mother, Scotty. I know everything!" I worked the card key and opened up our room. "Grab your things and come on in and we'll talk about dinner." By the time Scotty came through the door, I had the lights on and my bag put away and was standing with my arms crossed under my big breasts and waiting for the next unexpected event to throw a loop into my son's day. He tromped inside, a backpack slung over his shoulders and he closed the door and then turned and stared at me for a moment, studying my emphasized breasts for a moment before he turned and saw the single king sized bed. Scotty's mouth dropped open and then he turned back to me and exclaimed. "Mom! Mom, there's only one bed. We need two. We can't stay here. We need another room. There's only one bed!" His backpack slid off his shoulder to the carpet and his arms were waving about as he continued to report the "one bed" situation until I slowly approached him and as I had done when I had picked him up, put my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to touch mine and I stared into his green eyes, saying, "I know, Scotty...calm down." For another minute or so, he continued to wave his arms, but finally they fell to his sides and he said with tears in his voice, "But, Mom, there's only one bed." In a quiet, but firm voice, I replied, "I know, Scotty. It's okay, we'll both sleep in the bed...just like we used to when you were a little boy." Scotty swallowed and said hesitantly, "But, I'm not a little boy anymore. I'm a grownup...I'm a man." I smiled and tilted my head to kiss him softly on the lips and said, "Yes you are and I'm a woman and a man and a woman can sleep in the same bed." Scotty processed this, still looking panicked and he said in a near whisper, "But, you're my Mom. That isn't right, is it...us sleeping together like grownups?" The Naughty Family Ch. 03 I gave my son another light kiss on the lips and replied, "I won't tell if you don't. It's our little secret and it will be alright." Scotty started to argue, but I placed a finger over his lips as I often did when he was younger to silence an argument that had gone on too long. "It will be alright, son," I repeated and then I kissed him again, a little more firmly, but still closed mouth. I let him go and was relieved that while he still looked panicked, he didn't pursue the argument. "Honey, I'm going to go take a shower. Why don't you find a phone book and get us some food delivered...maybe a pizza or chicken or something." Scotty immediately looked relieved -- I'd given him something more "normal" to focus on. I grabbed my overnight bag and carried it into the bathroom while he sat on the bed and began perusing the phone book. I closed the door and immediately got a case of the shakes...partly from nerves over the naughty game I was playing, but also from the need to pleasure myself. I felt so horny that I wanted to scream! I took a long, hot shower, taking my time soaping up my curvy body, barely able to resist finger-fucking myself to a screaming orgasm as I slid fingers down between my legs and felt the sopping wet and furnace hot morass that my pussy had become. I had to lean against the shower stall wall as just the slightest touch of my fingers against my swollen labia or my throbbing clitoris took me to the precipice of orgasm. I resisted in the end, feeling somehow that being so horny would give me an edge in my quest to seduce my son. Out of the shower, I toweled off, again nearing orgasm as I gently rubbed my mound dry...well, as dry as I could considering it felt like a simmering volcano of incestuous lust about to erupt. I combed the wet tangles out of my hair and pulled out of my overnight bag, a sexy negligee I had picked up just for this trip. It was a fire-truck red baby-doll nightie with matching panties and bra, almost as diaphanous as the silky material of the negligee itself. After a short debate with myself over what consisted of too much where my son was concerned, I put on the panties and left the bra off, letting my large, meaty breasts strain against the thin, nearly transparent cloth -- my large, puffy areoles and dark nipples clearly visible. I looked at myself in the large mirror over the sink and nodded to myself. My breasts spilled out over the top and sides of the negligee which offered a peek at the already darkening and wet crotch of my panties. I started to go out the door and then laughed, almost forgetting the nasty, red stiletto heels I'd purchased to go with the outfit. I climbed into my shoes and admired how they helped to accentuate my full, but curvy legs and then opened up the door and walked out into a scene that I could never have envisioned or planned for, but which lent itself perfectly to my plans. As I stepped out of the bathroom in my sexy negligee and said, "Well, honey, what do you think?" Scotty was at the door, about to hand a delivery boy, money for a food delivery. Both young men turned and gaped at me, utter shock and amazement on their faces as they beheld a voluptuous, scantily clad mature woman posing for them. "Dude...you're one lucky fucker!" exclaimed the young man, long, greasy blonde hair framing a sun burned and freckled face above a thin frame wearing jeans and a T-shirt emblazoned with the words "Gus's Good Eats." Scotty stared at me with a mixture of dumbfounded amazement and lust for a long moment before remembering we weren't alone and exclaiming, "Mom! What are you wearing?" The delivery boy's expression became even more amazed as he took in the sight of my son, me and the lone king sized bed and exclaimed, "Dude...you lucky motherfucker! You're my new fucking hero!" My son spun back around, his eyes wild as the young man's words sank in. He shoved a twenty dollar bill and a ten dollar bill into the delivery boy's hands and squeaked, "Keep the change," before grabbing the large sack from him and then literally shoving him out the door. After throwing the deadbolt, Scotty turned and said in nearly a sob, "Mom! What's wrong with you? Why are you dressed like that...in front of that guy...in front of me?" I struck a starlets pose, thrusting out my breasts and replied, "Whatever do you mean, Scotty? What's wrong with my nightgown? Don't you like it?" My son stood silent for a long minute, one arm twitching while he studied the situation and me, eyes roving up and down the front of my scarcely covered body, pausing to take in my barely concealed mound, wet spot growing quickly as little spurts of pussy juice erupted from between my labia before going up and eyeing my practically exposed breasts -- my swollen nipples visibly throbbing. I began to move, slowly stalking towards my son, my stained and wet crotch being more exposed with each stride I took. "What's wrong with how I look, Scotty?" I purred as he backed up into the door, cracking his head against the solid wood. I concealed the wince I wanted to display and pressed into him, taking the slightly grease stained bag with one hand and lightly resting the other on his shoulder even as my breasts mashed and flattened against his chest. His heart was pounding so wildly I'd have been concerned had he been an older man. I looked up into his eyes and said again, "What's wrong with how I look, son?" Scotty instinctively looked down to avoid my gaze, but found instead a bird's eye view of my seriously exposed cleavage and looked back up. Trapped between looking into my eyes and gazing at my mammoth tits, it was slightly funny to watch my son's head move up and down until he finally summoned the courage to whisper, "Nothing, Mom...you look pretty." I smiled and rose up slightly to plant another semi-chaste kiss on his lips before I said, "Just pretty, Scotty? Do you think your mother looks sexy in this nightie?" I leaned into him a bit more and could swear that against my thighs, I felt his cock throb...certainly I could feel its length and hardness through his khakis and tried to contain my shivers as the presence...the weight of his cock made itself known to my bare skin. Scotty's tongue again emerged, worrying that lower lip and I was tempted to take a crack at licking it with my own tongue before he finally said so softly that I could barely hear him, "Yeah, Mom. I think it...you look really sexy. I like red." I gave him another closed mouth kiss, lingering for long seconds this time as my breasts drug across his now sweaty chest before I replied, "I'm glad. I was thinking of you when I bought it." Then I turned away and headed for the small dinette table on the other side of the bed. "Let's eat...I'm starved," I said, shooting my son a wink and feeling his eyes crawling all over my backside. My son hesitantly followed as I unpacked our supper. He'd ordered us chicken dinner -- pieces of fried chicken that were surprisingly good, coleslaw and home fries and including two individually wrapped pieces of pecan pie. We ate quietly, Scotty nervously gulping his food down while I ate a little more daintily, trying not to get anything on my new negligee. The pie was delicious, but a little sticky and syrupy and while Scotty had been discretely sneaking glances at my barely covered body all through the meal, he stopped eating and stared openly at me as I slowly sucked my fingers clean of the sugary food while I gave him smoldering smiles. His hands fluttered just above the table, but he seemed to be trying hard not to let his anxieties take hold. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask, "Mom, why are you doing this?" I smiled coyly at him and said, "What do you mean, baby...doing what?" That tongue of his sneaked out and ran along his upper lip as he formulated his response. I waited him out patiently and finally he said in a low voice, "Mom, you're flirting with me." I giggled and replied, "Is that a bad thing? A woman always flirts with a man she loves." "But you're my mom...Mom. That's not right...not normal." "Well, I've always felt that if you love someone, there's nothing wrong with showing how you feel." Scotty shifted in his chair as if trying to get comfortable and I wondered how hard his penis was. He said, "Yeah, but moms and sons don't do that. It's not right...they shouldn't act like they're married and stuff." I leaned forward, allowing my breasts to strain against the gauzy material of my negligee, tit flesh spilling out the top as I asked, "Do you really believe that, son? Remember, I can guess what your fantasies are...you're not the only one who's seen Taboo." Scotty's face was now bright red and he said, "But you're not like that...not with me. You've never been like Jilly is with..." He stopped and frowned, not sure he should continue. I finished for him. "You mean Jilly flirting and being naughty around your father?" My son nodded. "Did you think I never noticed?" Scotty didn't say anything for a long minute, but finally with a trembling shrug, replied, "I never saw you say anything, but Jilly..." He stopped for a second. "When I told Jilly that she shouldn't act like that, she said you didn't mind -- that her teasing Dad meant you were...were...were getting laid more often." I laughed and replied, "Did you believe her?" When Scotty nodded again, I said with a naughty grin, "Why?" Scotty couldn't hold my gaze and he looked down at the remains of his dinner as he said, "Because we could hear you guys. You started doing...having uh, sex a lot more." "Yes, we did," I said in a matter of fact voice. "Now, do you think your sister only teased Dad so I could get laid more?" I raised an eyebrow in expectation of his answer. It was a long time coming, but finally he said, "I think Jilly wants to um..." "Fuck her father?" I finished for him. Scotty nodded, his face full of guilt. I reached out and took his slightly greasy hand and squeezed. "Do you think that would be such a bad thing?" Scotty trembled as he said, "It's wrong...it's...." His voice dropped to a whisper as he said, "Incest." I squeezed his hand again, hard and long until he brought his eyes back up to meet mine. "Again, I want to know if you think its wrong, Scotty. I know what kind of porn you like...Taboo, stuff with milfs and sons. Is incest something you fantasize to?" Scotty jerked his hand away and shoved himself away from the table. He stood up, his arms beginning to wave erratically as he said, "Mom, we can't -- we shouldn't talk about this." I moved quickly to join him, moving and dancing as he tried to avoid me slipping my arms around his neck. Granted he was taller and stronger than me, but I had been doing this most of his life and finally, I had him in our usual embrace, his forehead, now warm and feverish against mine, whispering, "Its okay, Scotty. Nothing's wrong." We stood that way for a long time, but finally my son begin to relax ever so slightly, lowering his arms to his sides as I held his gaze with mine, staring into his green eyes lovingly, keenly aware of his still wildly beating heart throbbing in his chest, feeling it deep within my breasts to spur my own heart into beating faster with love and lust. I began to move, gently swaying, leading him in the smallest of slow dances, finally whispering, "Put your arms around me, Scotty. Just relax and breathe. You're with Mom...nothing's wrong...just relax, baby." I was encouraged when he did so, his arms slipping around my waist and then his hands pressing gently against my back. I yielded to that slight pressure, pushing myself more firmly against his body. Slowly we moved in a circle, scant inches of ground covered at a time as I allowed him to calm down and hopefully get a little used to his mother's meaty tits press into his body as my thighs brushed his erection which pressed against his khaki slacks, yearning to be free. "Feeling better, honey?" I said after maybe twenty minutes had passed. "A little...maybe, Mom." He trembled in my arms and said. "Mom, I'm scared!" I hugged him a little tighter, feeling him begin to tense up again. "You don't have to be, Scotty. You're with Mom now. You're perfectly safe." I reached up to kiss him on the cheek, but he jerked and I wound up bussing him on the corner of his mouth. His body stiffened, but then I had an inspiration and said, "How about I give you a backrub, son? Remember how you liked those when you were younger and you had a bad day?" "I don't know, Mom," he said, his voice hesitant, but also with a little interest. I'm sure he was recalling days long past when he'd had a really bad day at school or had trouble dealing with his baby sister's shenanigans, how I would sit next to him on his bed and rub his shoulders and back until he drifted off into a peaceful sleep. "C'mon," I whispered. "It's been a hard day for you and I think it will help you relax. I guided us towards the bathroom, still with our arms around each other. "Get your pajama bottoms on and I'll dig out some lotion and give you a nice backrub." We stood next to the bathroom for a bit, him looking at me with some uncertainty, but finally nodding and saying, "Okay, Mom." I let him go after kissing him quickly on the lips and Scotty grabbed his backpack and disappeared into the bathroom. While he was in there, I dug around in my purse for a bottle of lotion, finding some with a pleasant jasmine scent that I thought might be soothing to my son. He took a little longer than I expected and I had a sudden flash of worrisome insight that he might be taking the opportunity to jack off and was about to call for him to get a move on when he emerged in a white T-shirt and the blue stripped pajamas I had given him at Christmas. Any concerns that he might have jacked off vanished as he guiltily hid an obvious erection with his hands. "That's my boy, I said, slipping my arm through his and walking him to the bed. "Now get that shirt off and get on your stomach, Scotty." He frowned and began to stiffen up, but I held up the lotion and said, "Now, this doesn't work through cotton, son! Off with the shirt!" He nodded and yes, "Okay, Mom." He tore off the shirt and quickly climbed onto the king sized bed, squirming for a few seconds as he tried to get comfortable with that erection. I made him scoot over so I could climb up and sit next to him on my knees. I poured some lotion into my hands and rubbed it in an effort to warm it up. "Ready, Scotty?" I said softly as I dropped my hands onto his shoulder blades and began to rub. My son stiffened up at my first touch, but after a few firm but gentle strokes of my hands up and down his tense back muscles, I felt him shiver and then let out a deep breath in a long, contented sigh. "Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" I cooed. "Momma knows how to make her son feel good." He made a little grunt and I'm sure that he recognized that my words could be interpreted more than one way. I worked his back and shoulders, admiring his rather fit form as I did so. Scotty, like his father, was just shy of six feet and was lean with wiry muscles. When he'd first started college, he'd put on some weight and his doctor advised a routine of steady exercise. Scotty had resisted at first, but we'd bought him a membership at an exercise center and he'd adopted the habit of going certain days of the week and using the equipment. Once something became routine for my son...it became important to maintain and the fruits of his effort, showed. Feeling his strong body under my hands, I had a sudden new appreciation for how good looking my son was and it served only to fuel my newly discovered desires to have him. Slowly, I shifted myself about on my knees until I was straddling his ankles and really gave his back and shoulders a strong workout. Of course leaning down into him also allowed me to rub my breasts against his butt and lower back and while he seemed to enjoy my efforts, he was wide awake and alert. I wondered if he could feel the heat and wetness between my legs on his pajama covered legs. Running my hands along his fine body had certainly fueled the fire in my cunt to new heights. I finally halted my massage, finishing with a series of little kisses right up his spine to the nape of his neck, raising goose pimples on his flesh. I moved off of him and said softly. "Still tense, huh, son? Well, roll over and I'll work your shoulders and chest too. Maybe that will help." Scotty turned his head and looked at me. "I...Mom, that's...unnecessary, Mom." I raised my eyebrows and gave him the "Don't Argue With Me, Young Man!" motherly scowl and said firmly, "Roll over, Scotty!" My son's eyes widened and he did as he was told with me following along, kneeling next to him. I poured more lotion into my hands, smiling confidently down at my son as I admired his well defined chest, a spackling of black chest hair scattered across it before descending down in a narrow trail to disappear beneath his pajamas. His hands wavered at his side, coming up in a desire to hide the very obvious tent at his crotch. Once I'd warmed the lotion in my hands, I leaned down and began massaging into his chest, feeling the frantic beating of his heart. "Doesn't that feel good, Scotty?" I purred as I caressed his body, working over his upper chest and then slowly descending lower towards his flat stomach where there was just a hint of a six pack. "You've grown up to be quite a handsome man, son," I said just above a whisper. "Mom..." Scotty began in a hesitant voice as my caresses became lighter while moving boldly below his belly button, just skirting the waistline of his pajamas. The tent below crept a little higher, a single button on the fly containing his swollen cock. From all indications, my little boy had a huge penis. "Shhhh," I said. "Just relax. Mom knows what's she's doing." I worked my hands back up to his chest and then to his shoulders, bringing my body closer in to his until I was working his tight shoulder muscles while my breasts slid back and forth on his chest and I was face to face with him, my dark hair swaying and tickling his cheeks. Very gradually, I lowered my face towards his till I could feel his near frantic breath on my lips. Lower and lower until our lips were just brushing...an angel's kiss, then I extended just the tip of my tongue and let it lightly wet his lips. I felt Scotty tense beneath me, but I kept him in place with my weight and my hands. I pressed my lips more firmly against his while my tongue probed, taking my time -- feeling no hurry as I kissed my son. Scotty trembled but didn't try and force his way up and off the bed and then I was trembling as I felt his lips part and allow my tongue to slip into his mouth. A burst of orgasmic energy detonated between my legs, my panties now sopping wet as I French-kissed my son for the first time, my tongue exploring his mouth, discovering his tongue -- timidly responding to my overtures -- a shy, wet thing that hesitantly joined with mine to create a sweet memory of our first lovers' kiss that I will remember fondly all my life. We kissed for a long time as my hands stroked his shoulders and his arms -- his hands tentatively coming up to wrap around my back. He began to get into the kiss, his tongue gradually becoming more aggressive, intertwining with mine, rolling off it and curling around my tongue as he grew more confident. As Scotty and I kissed, I let my left hand slowly slide off his shoulder and gradually work its way downwards over his chest, running my palm over a rock hard pebble sized nipple and then lower. My son didn't seem to object until I slid my fingers over his pajamas and palmed his throbbing cock pulsing underneath the soft cotton cloth. He tensed up and worked to break the kiss, but I held on, my tongue in his mouth while I deftly undid the single button to his fly and slipped my hand inside. The Naughty Family Ch. 03 Only when I had my only son's hard and big cock in my grasp did I let our kiss end, saying softly and calmly before he could get a word in, "You can stop this with a single word, Scotty, but I hope you don't." He took in a gasping breath and then whimpered, "Mom...this isn't right." I slowly stroked his long and very thick shaft and replied in a whisper, "It's only wrong if you want it to be wrong, my love. Mom loves you very much and I know you love me back. Tell me you never dreamed of this...that you never fantasized about this happening. Of me doing this..." I slowly worked my hand up and down his throbbing dick as I finished, "To my sweet son." "Mom...Mom...Mom," Scotty moaned over and over again, fear and desire struggling for control of his expression and his words. "You can stop all of this with a single word, son," I repeated, "And it will be okay. You can say 'No' or 'Stop' and this all goes away." Scotty opened his mouth, but I quickly stifled whatever he was going to say with a quick kiss and then hurried whispered. "Or you can take your first step into a new and exciting world...a world your sister and your father and your mother have already moved into." Scotty's eyes widened as my words quickly sunk in. As I stroked him, he whispered back in an awe-struck voice, "You mean, Jilly and Dad have..." "Fucked, oh yes, Scotty, yes they have. The last several weeks, I think your father has fucked Jilly more than he has me." "And you're okay with Jilly and Dad fucking each other? You've seen them do it?" I giggled and said, "Absolutely. I gave them my blessing. I've watched them fuck and..." I grinned evilly as I finished with, "And I've done it with them...both of them together and separate. I've done things with Jilly you wouldn't believe!" "OH MOM!" Scotty cried out, his hips starting to move in rhythm with my stroking hand. "I love you!" "Do I need to stop, sweetie?" I asked teasingly. "NO!" my son blurted out. "Mom, please no! I -- I love you, Mom!" "I love you too, Scotty," I said before lowering my lips to his again, feeling near orgasm myself as I comprehended that I had him...at least for the moment. As our tongues danced together, rejoicing in the incestuous moment, I carefully fished his erection out of his pajamas, freeing it to stand tall and proud in the warm air of our room. When our kiss ended, I turned my gaze downwards to get my first glimpse of my son's erection and I gave a little gasp of amazement. "Oh, son...you're beautiful," I cooed as I stroked his long shaft up and down, marveling at it's length and even more at its immense girth. "I never imagined you would be so fucking big!" Scotty, nervous and aroused, somehow managed to give me a prideful grin and then surprised me by asking, "Mom, bigger than Dad's?" I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Omigod...you men." I stroked it slowly, assessing my son's cock. Finally, I said, "Well...I think your father's a wee bit longer, honey, but..." I gave him a good squeeze and continued. "In all honesty, you're a lot thicker than Dad. I'm not even sure how I'm going to get all this big dick inside my little, wet pussy!" Scotty groaned and looked at me with such longing and desire. "Mom, are we...are we...Mom, am I really going to get to fuck you?" I replied, "If you want to, son. Very soon you're going to get to fuck your mom's brains out!" I kissed him again, another very wet and luscious kiss while I continued to jack him off. When it ended, his hips were moving frantically and I knew he was close. "Do you want to cum for your Mom, baby? You ready to give me a hot load of your sperm?" Scotty's face was now clear of stress -- a huge grin of lusty satisfaction replacing all his doubts and concerns. I leaned in, my lips almost brushing his ear as I whispered, "Cum for me, son. Imagine Momma's hot and juicy pussy wrapped around your big horse cock, making Momma scream while you pump my wet, tight cunt with your hot cum!" My son moaned and his entire body seemed to lurch upwards and then his cock throbbed hugely under my fingers and I watched with gleeful lust as his cockhead swelled up and began erupting with powerful streamers of cum. The first few blasts shot upwards over two feet before splattering on his stomach and my extended arm. Subsequent blasts had less velocity, but I was in awe as my son's cock just kept cumming, his hot, thick semen flowing down around my fingers in a steady flood. "I LOVE YOU, MOM!" Scotty cried out again and again as his hips bucked and twisted as I slowly stroked him, working to increase and maintain the intensity of his pleasure as he just kept cumming and cumming. To my surprise, an orgasm burbled up within me as well as the pure stimulation of pleasuring my own son brought me an explosion of incestuous ecstasy. My son's moans were joined by my own cries of delight. I'm sure it was only long seconds that our orgasm swept us up, but it seemed as if my son kept ejaculating for long minutes before finally his eruption stopped and his hands scrabbled against my grasp to end his almost tormented pleasure. "My god, Scotty," I gasped with awed appreciation in the tone of my voice. "That's a hell of a lot of cum!" I sat up and as my son watched, brought my cum-coated hand to my face and licked up a thick wad of warm semen, letting it play on my tongue before swallowing it with a loud smack. I reached out with my free hand and stroked my son's black and sweaty hair, just as I had when he was a boy, while I continued to lap up his white seed, hungrily and messily running my tongue through it as I cleaned my fingers, saying with a semen-garbled voice, "This is a man's cum!" With a lewd whimsy, I put on a show of sluttish wantonness as I smeared Scotty's cum over my lips, swirling my tongue about his thick and delicious semen. "Oh, Scotty, you are so delicious, baby!" I licked my hand clean, then wiped the smeared cum on my chin and lips and sucked it off my fingers. I then stretched out and cuddled next to my son, showering his face with kisses before finally pressing my lips against his for another long soul kiss, Scotty's tongue now eagerly seeking mine. Afterwards we curled up facing each other and with his hands tentatively exploring my lush body, we drifted off to sleep, echoes of saying "I love you," serving as a romantic lullaby and ushering us into a blissful slumber of sweet and naughty dreams. # I woke to the sensation of my son still tentatively exploring my body. I opened my eyes and realized it was past dawn, sunlight seeping through the drawn blinds in the room's solitary window. Scotty's fingers were lightly trailing over my left breast that had spilled out of my negligee, circling around my thick nipple, just touching it lightly before running down below and sliding under the silky material to gently rub my lower stomach. My heart went out to him as I suddenly realized that my sweet son was likely touching a woman for the first time. His social backwardness had caused him to retreat to his computer games and research, leaving his libido to be satisfied since adolescence in self pleasure, never knowing a woman's loving touch. I felt a little guilt that it had never occurred to me to relieve his needs despite all the years of my husband's incestuous fantasies with our daughter that had led to our own improved sex life...fantasies that had grown in intensity until I gave John my blessing to fuck our more than willing daughter. In truth, the thought of fucking my son never really occurred to me until that fateful night when Jilly and I had discussed her fucking her father and then she had come on to me, igniting my own incestuous desires as I confronted the sudden attraction I had for my own daughter. Before that first incredible fuck between John and Jilly had reached climax, I had the epiphany that I needed to draw our son into our newly realized relationship and as my husband and daughter screamed out the glory of their first mutual orgasm, I was fingering myself to climax imagining Scotty inside me, his cock filling me with his hot spunk while John fucked our daughter. I felt him shiver as he then slid his hand lower, over the gauzy material of my panties, discovering I was still wet and very warm. He brought his hand to a stop over my vulva, palming my never calmed pussy and I wondered if he could feel the little spurts of wet arousal his touch was triggering in my cunt. He glanced up at my face and then back down to between my legs before doing a double take, realizing that I was watching him. "Mom!" he gasped as I crossed my thighs to keep him from withdrawing his hand. The increased pressure on my cunt felt wonderful. "Morning, darling." I reached out and stroked his face, soothing the panic that was already building there. "Everything is fine, Scotty. Are you enjoying yourself?" My son grinned and said, "I'm in heaven, Mom!" I leaned in and kissed him, thrilled that he readily opened his mouth to accept my tongue as we kissed like the lovers we would soon be. As we kissed, I ran a hand down to hold his hand in place as I spread my legs. "You're not in heaven yet, son, but..." I intertwined our fingers, then used a finger to tug the wet gusset of my thong aside so I could guide his fingers inside me and as Scotty gasped as he experienced the slick and hot flesh of his mother's cunt for the first time, I finished, "But, you're getting close!" I rolled my hips and worked my pussy muscles to suck and massage his fingers and whispered into his ear, "Imagine how my cunt will feel, wrapped around your big, thick cock!" Scotty moaned with disbelief and desire and said, "Mom, are we going to fuck now, Mom? "Soon, baby, but not yet," I purred as he swirled two fingers around inside my fiery cunt, my juices bathing his digits as their touch sent bolts of pure pleasure through me. I writhed around, enjoying his probing fingers which brought a gasping quality to my voice as I said, "Scotty, we can do a lot of naughty things, but if you want to fuck Mom, I think it's important that you ask your father for permission." My son's expression became a mask of confusion and doubt, but evolved into comprehension as I explained between moans as he fingered my wet pussy, how even though I'd given his father my blessing to fuck Jilly, it had pleased and thrilled me to hear my daughter ask me face to face if she could fuck her daddy. In the end, I think it allowed her to cast what little reservations she might still have had about letting John fuck her and enjoy the moment more and I wanted Scotty to feel the same way. "I love you, Mom," my son exclaimed again. "More than ever!" "I -- I love you...you too, sweetie," I gasped. "OH YES! RIGHT THERE!" I felt my ass rising off the bed as Scotty's fingers curled upward to the roof of my vagina and almost instinctively found my G-spot, making me gush pussy juice like I had sprung a leak. My son, inexperienced as he was, knew he'd found a good thing and just hung on as I began to shrilly moan and orgasm, loving that it was my son giving me such pleasure as the carnal pleasure itself. As I was coming down from my sexual bliss, Scotty took his cream covered fingers from my pulsating pussy and held them up to his face, examining my juices closely before jamming them into his own mouth. A curious expression played across his face as he tasted cunt for the first time and then after sucking them clean as he pulled them out, he grinned at me and said, "Mom -- I like how you taste, Mom!" I hugged my son to me and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. "You're going to love a lot of things about me, son, before we get through...maybe some before we even get home." I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was after 8:00 in the morning. "If we get on the move soon, maybe you'll get your next surprise before we get home." Scotty sat straight up, his eyes shiny with curiosity. "Mom? A surprise, Mom, what is it?" I looked down at his erection, sticking out of his pajama bottoms and giggled. I reached down and taking it in one hand, planted a little kiss on the head, tasting the precum already leaking from his piss slit. "Well, if I tell you now, it won't be a surprise, now will it?" I climbed from the bed and stretched, knowing his eyes were on my heavy breasts that pulled taut as I raised my arms above me and stood on tiptoe. "Now grab a quick shower and no playing with yourself. The only person who gets to jack you off from now on is your mother!" Scotty didn't look quite pleased as he climbed out of bed with an obviously painful erection and I was sorely tempted to kneel in front of him and suck that big cock, but I had an idea in my head that I'd been toying with since all this had started and I was determined to stick with it. I washed and fixed my face while my son was in the shower, him humming a happy tune. I got dressed, Scotty looking on with awe and lust as I put on a short, black leather skirt and a black bustier that lifted up my breasts, exposing much of my tit flesh, while making them look even meatier. Scotty gushed, "Mom...wow, no panties?" "Not today, son," I replied, my skirt hiking up as I strapped on a pair of three inch stilettos to complete my sluttish outfit. I marveled at how much I was enjoying dressing so sexily -- most of the time I wore nurse tunics which had all the sex appeal of a turnip. Showing off my tits and shapely legs was doing wonders for my ego and my libido. While Scotty packed our stuff up and put it in the van, I checked us out, getting a lusty look from the same Indian woman that had given us the room last night. She seemed sleepy but was still alert enough to remember me from last night, flicking her eyes towards a window that looked out to where Scotty was putting our bags in the minivan. She looked back at me with lusty understanding and I felt gooseflesh rise up on my body as I realized that she was looking at me with certain longing. "I hope you had an enjoyable night," she said with a knowing smirk. As I signed my credit card bill, I smiled back and replied in a teasing tone, "Oh yes, my son and I had a very pleasurable stay." I saw her eyes widen in shock and she gave a little gasp, but recovered as she placed a hand to her breast, covered by a brightly colored sari and murmured, "Then, I hope you'll stay with us again." She licked her lips in anticipation of her invitation. "I mean that most sincerely." Her hand worked a little circle around her silk covered breast. I raised an eyebrow and not for the first time wondered how many people shared my family's newly acquired tastes. "Well, I'm sure when my son returns to school, we'll be back this way again." The woman flushed and then quickly reached under the counter and produced a card. "I pray so. Please call me and I'll take care of your reservation personally." I took the card from her trembling hand and scanned it. It had the name of the motel, a phone number and her name, Madiya Patel. I smiled and said, "I'll do that." I put it away and then strutted out, wondering if the Indian woman could see the pussy juice trickling down my thighs. Scotty certainly noticed my wet thighs when I climbed into the driver's seat, his eyes quickly going to my crotch, my rucked up skirt now displaying my naked pussy, labia swollen and slick. "Mom, you sure are wet, Mom!" he said matter of factly. I grinned at him and replied, "I sure am and why not? I'm sitting in a car with a man with the biggest cock I've ever seen and it's hard and thick for me!" I ran my hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy slowly, smearing juices across my blossomed pink flesh and through my trimmed black bush, making it sparkle in the sunlight coming through the van's windshield. Fingers shiny with my hot cream, I raised them up to Scotty. He stared at them like they were something holy until I giggled and prompted him. "Like something sweet, little boy?" Scotty had the good grace to blush before he took my fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. "Mom, I really like your pussy!" he gushed, a grin breaking out on his reddening face. We both laughed as I reclaimed my hand and started the van and we hit the road. The next few hours passed in alternating silence, as Scotty eyed my seemingly eternally wet cunt and the rest of my body, breasts flowing out of my bustier, and conversation about how things had led me to seducing my son. I had to caution him multiple times to leave his cock alone as he would take to rubbing the big lump in this khakis while I described how his father's fantasizing about Jilly had eventually led both his parents to actually fucking his baby sister. Periodically, it would all become too much for Scotty, his eyes nearly glazing over and his arms coming up to announce that he needed a break to process it all...to make it all work inside his very complex brain. I would go silent then, focusing on eating up the miles until my son found his voice again and would breathlessly ask me another question. I left one fact out until we were approaching the city beyond which our little hometown was located. "Now, Scotty, you should know how things really went from fantasy to reality for Jilly and your father," I began. Scotty looked at me with curiosity. "Mom?" he asked. I took a deep breath and said, "It all began late one night when John caught Jilly in your bedroom, borrowing some of your porn mov..." "JILLY WAS IN MY ROOM! THAT BITCH!" my son exploded, interrupting me. "Mom. She knows she isn't supposed to be in my room. That's why I want a padlock. That's not right!" I had to suppress a giggle as I watched my son have the latest of perhaps hundreds of tantrums that had begun the moment Jilly was old enough to walk and had learned that it drove her brother into an insane rage when she got into his stuff. It seemed particularly humorous in light of the fact he could still get upset about something so seemingly trivial less than a day after his mother had jacked him off and let him watch her eat his fresh semen. Finally, Scotty began to wind down until he was muttering to himself under his breath. "Well, it won't happen again," I said, reaching out and squeezing his arm. "Mom, you always say that," he stated like an accusation. "What's so different this time?" I smiled at him and said, "Well, mostly, my son, because she spends most of her time fucking and sucking my husband and because John took her into the city and let her pick out her own pornography." I left out the lap dances and the lapdancer...after all, I didn't want to spoil my own surprise. I flicked on the turn signal and began to move into the exit lane to go into the city and said, "In fact, I think it's only fair that I take you and do the same thing." I saw a puzzled frown transform into a confused smile. "Mom, really? You're going to take me somewhere and let me buy some new porn." I let my hand on his arm slide over to teasingly caress his bulge and replied, "Actually, your mother is going to buy your porn for you. After all, a young man can never have enough dirty movies!" Scotty giggled, his sister's trespass all but forgotten and he studied the streets of the city, scanning for our destination and clapping his hands when we finally pulled into the parking lot of the All American Adult Bookstore, all its many American flags flapping brilliantly in the summer sun. My son was out of the car quickly, eager to go inside, but he remembered his manners and came around to open my door for me. For that, I greeted him with a lingering beaver shot, spreading my legs wide as I set them on the pavement, my skirt hiking even further up to reveal my glistening wet thighs framing my sopping wet and wide open pussy. He helped me up and before he knew what was happening, I had my arms around his neck and our foreheads pressed together so we could look at each other. In a soothing tone, I said, "Now, son, this is part of your surprise, but we might have more fun than just buying some nasty porno. I want you to remember that whatever happens, its okay...just stay calm and enjoy it. I will be with you the whole time and Mom will never let anything bad happen to you. Understand?" The Naughty Family Ch. 03 Scotty nodded his head slightly and after ogling my breasts, areoles beginning to peek out above the bustier, said, "I think so." I kissed him then, letting my tongue explore his mouth and pursue and capture his tongue, a naughty thrill racing through me that I was French-kissing my son in public. When it ended, I took his hand in mine and we began to walk towards the entrance and I said, "If you get scared or confused, just take hold of my hand. Your momma will take care of you." Scotty looked down at me with such a blissful smile, it made my heart ache with love for my son. I felt tears threatening as he said, "Mom, I know. I know you love me and I love you!" I paused in the parking lot and tottering on my high heels, kissed my son again, wishing I could announce my desires for him to the whole fucking world. Then, both of us took a deep breath and walked inside. Scotty's hand tightened around mine as he was startled when something in the door bonged, announcing our entry. I smiled at him and said, "Everything is cool, son!" He nodded furtively, his expression one of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His concern gave way to fascination quickly enough as he gazed in amazement at the immensity of the sheer amount of porn and porn related goods we encountered as we made our way through the maze of rows of DVDs displayed on the long, oddly placed racks. My son was silent as he scanned the room and I knew he was processing and memorizing everything for future reference, no doubt identifying those areas he wanted to focus on more fully. A wall with a large sign that said 'Wall O' Cunts' caught his eye and he took us that way and he spent a few minutes eyeing plastic dolls and fake pussies -- some plastic, some made out of some hardened gel until I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Now, Scotty, this is something you're never going to need, cause Momma's pussy is going to be yours for the asking from now on!" Scotty gave a little squeak and then he shivered...the erection in his pants seeming to grow just a little at my words. We walked by a wall display of vibrators which seemed to hold little interest to him until I pointed to a reddish-orange one, long and narrow like a large carrot and said to him, "That's been my favorite one for years, son." He paused and gave it careful study, his face turning a bright crimson. Scotty licked his lips and said, "Mom, can I...will you let me see you use it?" I grinned and leaned into him as I whispered into his ear, "And you can fuck me with it too and lick my pussy juices clean off it." My son gave out a little groan -- loud enough to draw glances from those few folk we hadn't already garnered the notice of. A young man accompanied by a sluttishly dressed woman old enough to be his mother seemed to be of interest. As we walked back towards the DVDs, I could feel most of the customers' eyes on us. A slender black man with slightly graying hair grinned wolfishly at us and when we passed a middle aged white couple dressed up in their Sunday best, the woman, a small, trim platinum blonde winked at us, although whether the sly wink was for Scotty or myself or for us both, I wasn't sure. Scotty came to a halt in the DVD classics aisle, studying the varied "Taboo" offerings. He picked up a copy of Taboo III and turned it over, giving the written material as much attention as the lurid photographs. Finally, he said with some emotion, "I really like Honey Wilder, Mom." I smiled and said, "Oh really, why?" My son grinned up at me and replied, "Mom, I always thought she looked a lot like you..." He paused, his eyes wandering downward towards my meaty tits overflowing my bustier. "Mom, she looks like you with Kay Parker's tits!" I let out a yelp of laughter, raising my hand to squelch it before we drew more attention from the other customers, but being too late. "Thank you, Scotty," murmured, trying to keep the giggles out of my lap. In truth, my son was correct. I did look a lot like Honey Wilder only with much larger breasts than her perfectly sized tits. Over the last several weeks, Jilly, John and I had sampled much of the Taboo series and I'd become very familiar with many of the key actors and actresses. I reached out and tapped Taboo III with a fingernail and said, "Well, I think you'll like this one then. Honey does a sixty-nine with her son in this one that makes my pussy cream every time I watch it." My son grinned and clutching it, moved on. As Scotty perused amateur MILF videos, I became more aware that besides the customers, that there were several young women, some not as sluttishly dressed as I was, roaming about the store and approaching customers, sometimes disappearing with them through a door labeled "Restricted Access." Finally, one approached, a small raven haired girl -- her thick locks tied back into ribbon bedecked pigtails, wearing a sinfully tight and short Catholic school girl's dress. "Hiya, I'm Aimee," she said perkily in a little girl's voice, causing Scotty to spin around with a video entitled, "REAL MOMS EAT CUM!" She sidled up next to my son and eyed first his very obvious erection and then my naughty outfit. "Care for a lap dance?" she said coyly. Scotty's eyes were huge as he turned to me, his expression more than a little crestfallen when I said, "Not today, honey." I eyed her nubile body and had more than a fleeting fantasy about maybe having a girl's day out with my daughter and maybe getting together with this young slut. "Maybe another time though -- you're awfully cute." She smiled at my comment and mouthed a silent "Thank you," but before she slipped off, I said, "Would you know if Sindy...with a 'S' is working today?" She paused and her brow furrowed a little and then she glanced around. "I think she was in the back, getting ready. She usually works the noon to eight shift." She spotted a guy in his thirties, slightly overweight and wearing a Cubs hat staring at her. She gave me a sly smile and said, "If I see her, I'll tell her someone's asking for her." Aimee strutted off, making me appreciate how sexy saddle shoes could be and while my son returned his attentions to the DVDs on display. I watched with anticipation as young Aimee, after a moment's conversation with her new target slipped her arm through his and they strolled off, disappearing behind the "Restricted Access exit. Scotty was showing me a Japanese Hentai DVD entitled, "MOMS WHO SUBMIT!" and explaining Japanese incest animation to me when I spotted out of the corner of my eye a tall and striking woman emerge from the back, her bleach-blonde hair tightly curled, framing brilliant blue eyes. She was incredibly endowed, a bandana halter top barely containing or concealing her immense breasts. A slight roll of fat overlapped her low riding jean shorts, cut off so short they almost resembled panties with her luscious ass cheeks jiggling. My heart began to beat a little faster as I recognized her from John's description. She wasn't the prettiest of the dancers strutting their stuff in the adult bookstore, but she had a presence...a sexuality that was so powerful that I could feel it from across the room. She scanned the room, quickly settling her gaze on us. Smiling confidently, she strutted to us, her breasts bouncing and rolling, always on the verge of busting free of their skimpy containment. As she turned onto our aisle, I saw her full, shapely legs were encased in some sort of open toed high heeled sandals that laced up her ankle. For some reason, that seemed to turn me on and I felt a spurt of new wetness splatter against my thighs and trickle warmly down my legs. She stopped scant inches away from us -- Scotty sensing her presence at the very last moment and turning around, barely missing colliding with her large, prominent breasts. He gawped for a moment, taking in her sheer womanliness and sexuality and gulping before managing to squawk, "H-Hi!" She smiled at us both and extended her hand, saying, "Hi, I'm Sindy with an 'S,' not a 'C.' I understand you were looking for me?" I took her hand which felt warm and soft. "Well, you come highly recommended. We were hoping for some...um, quality time with you. I'm Sandy, by the way and this is Scotty." She gave us both her flirtiest smile and said, "I'd be thrilled to give you and Scotty a lap dance." Sindy reached out and took Scotty's nearly limp hand -- his mouth hanging open in amazement. She nodded towards the DVD's in my son's hands. "Do you know about our discount policy and ten minutes free when you buy two and ten extra minutes free for every extra DVD you purchase after that?" I looked at the four movies in Scotty's hand and grinned back at the tall, lush bodied dancer. "Well, Sindy, I suppose we're going to have a nice visit with you, then." Taking my speechless son by the hand, we followed Sindy towards the 'Restricted Access' door, both of us admiring her mostly exposed and swaying ass cheeks. Once past the door, Sindy took us down a long corridor and said as she glanced over her shoulder at me, "So, who recommended me to y'all?" I licked my lips and replied, "Oh, my husband, John and my daughter, Jilly." Her reaction was immediate. Sindy spun around and fell back against the wall, her eyes wide with amazement, her breasts heaving from the sudden shock of my revelation. It had been six weeks or so, but obviously John and Jilly had left an impression on this slutty young woman. "Really? You're..." She glanced at Scotty and then back at me, her eyes roaming appreciatively over my scantily clad body. "You're Jilly's mother?" A shiver went through her and she eyed Scotty more closely, maybe seeing the resemblance in our eyes and hair, maybe in our similar cheekbones. "And this is...Scotty is...?" I squeezed his hand tightly and said with mischief in my voice, "This is my son, Jilly's brother." Another spasm washed over the tall, young woman and her eyes fluttered as she slid a little down the wall, making me think for a moment that she was going to collapse. One of her hands idly cupped her breast and with her thumb and forefinger, pinched her hard nipple bulging against the cotton cloth of her halter top. "Sindy, are you okay?" I asked, trying to sound concerned, but already pretty sure about what was happening. Sindy bit her lower lip with a very sexy overbite and nodded as she straightened back up. "I -- I think I just came," she said, her voice a little. "Oh my fucking god...are you two really mother and son?" She pinched her nipple again, harder this time and she gave a little wordless moan. Scotty was looking a little unnerved by it all and looked at me and said in an uncertain voice, "Mom...is she alright, Mom? Maybe this isn't such a good idea!" I stepped closer to him so I could slip an arm around his waist and kissed him quickly, rolling my tongue over his lips as she watched. "She's fine, son. Sindy's just really excited to meet a naughty mother and son like us." Sindy pushed herself off the wall, wobbling a little on her high heeled sandals. "Yes, I'm...wow, I'm good, Scotty." She pointed towards a door near the end of the hallway and said, "C'mon -- let's get inside before I cream all over the floor!" We followed into the room, finding ourselves in a small room with a barely adequate light overhead. Two straight back wooden chairs were positioned next to each other with a small table to their right. Against another wall was another table holding a CD player and what looked like several tubes and bottles of lotion as well as a box of tissues. Along one wall sat another wooden chair, sitting next to an old fashioned coat rack. High up in one corner was nestled a video camera on a bracket. I nodded -- it appeared to be the same room Sindy had entertained my husband and daughter in. "Make yourselves comfortable," the young woman said, pointing at the chairs as she stepped over to the CD player and sorted through several jewel cases. She selected a CD and as a slow, bluesy number began to play, she turned and began to slowly stalk towards us, her body moving in time with the sultry music. She studied with the intensity of a big cat studying its prey, again trying to find the family resemblance between us. As she stopped maybe four feet in front of us, Sindy said in a near breathless voice, "You really are mother and son...fuck me blind." As she swayed to the music, she ran her hands down her body, sliding them over her stomach and down to her thighs before rubbing her jean covered mound several times. "Fuck, you two have already made my pussy so fucking wet...look, I've soaked right through my panties and my jeans!" Sindy held up her fingers and they gleamed with wetness and then she leaned back, thrusting out her pelvis and I heard Scotty gasp as we both could see the growing wet spot in her faded denims. "I can't tell you how many times I've fingered myself or fantasized about your husband and daughter while getting fucked the last couple of months," she hissed. "Yes, you made quite the impression on them too," I replied, watching her edge closer to us, working her body lewdly as she moved to the music. "They...they hadn't done it yet when they were here," Sindy said, looking at me coyly with those big, blue eyes. "Are they...do they?" I shifted in my chair, my own pussy getting hotter and wetter by the moment. I rucked up my skirt to expose my naked pussy and my wet and gleaming thighs as I answered, "John has his cock inside our daughter's pussy constantly now." Sindy mewled as she drew closer to Scotty, my words working as well as fingers or a cock on her -- giving her little orgasms. With her long, full legs, Sindy began to straddle my son who stiffened and said, "Mom?" his voice edged with fear. I squeezed his hand which I had never released and said, "It's alright, sweetheart. Mom's here and nothing bad is going to happen. This sexy slut is going to give you your first lap dance, son -- that's your surprise. You know what a lap dance is, right?" Scotty nodded and while he didn't relax any, he didn't appear to look like he was going to panic and run. Just the same, I held onto him, tightening my grip on his fingers to remind him of his mother's constant presence. Sindy straddled him, her body hovering just over his -- her breasts so close that I'm sure her nipples beneath that cotton material was scraping his chest while her mound barely avoided contact with the tent in his pants. She reached out and cupped his cheeks in her hands and brought her face close to his until their lips nearly were touching. "So, Scotty, have you fucked your mommy yet?" she said just soft enough to hear. "N-no, not y-y-yet!" he stammered in reply. She glanced at me with a curious eye, one eyebrow raised and I said, "Soon, very soon...as soon as he asks his father for permission to put his cock in Mom's pussy!" Sindy moaned and began to move as she said, "Oh, baby, I bet you can't wait!" She began to give my son a lap dance -- her crotch now rubbing against the erection in his pants while her tits rolled and flattened against his upper chest. "Just imagine how good it will feel when Mommy rubs her pussy on your big dick like this and mashes her big ol' titties against your naked body." I heard Scotty make an odd, almost giggling noise as Sindy ground herself against him, her massive breasts rolling out of the halter top to flop and rub against his chest. She rose a little, leaving a tell tale sign of her wetness on the bulge of my son's pants, so she could offer her mammoth tits to my son and I felt both aroused and envious as she waved her huge udder like breasts to him, rubbing her incredibly thick and wide nipples across his mouth. "Show me how you suck on Mommy's titties!" she cooed. Scotty turned his head at me, a questioning and panicked look on his face and I answered his unasked question by hissing, "Go ahead, son. Pretend they're mine and suck them good." I was on the edge of my chair, turned sideways, almost wincing at how tight my son was holding my hand as he suddenly snapped at one of Sindy's swollen nipples and she moaned as he began to suck noisily on the blood engorged digit. Sindy placed her hands under her meaty tits and raised them up, allowing Scotty to continue sucking on them while she lowered herself back down onto his swollen crotch and began dry-humping him, her head thrown back and eyes barely open as she grinned at me with an expression of sheer pleasure. My son swapped tits, clamping onto her other nipple and leaving a trail of saliva across her great expanse of tit flesh as she moaned, "Fuck me, Mom -- your son has a monster in his pants. It's huge!" After a minute or two, Sindy suddenly climbed off Scotty and spinning around, yanked her short shorts down, revealing a red thong as she stepped out of them, kicking them off into a shadowy corner. For the first time, I could smell her arousal, her pussy juice smelling powerful and lusty in my nostrils. She bent over and waved her voluptuous ass cheeks in my son's face, her hands spreading her buttocks to reveal a massive and dripping wet spot on her crotch where the material was stretched tight across her mound. Sindy backed up and lowered herself back on Scotty's lap, leaning herself against him as she hunched her hips around on his swollen erection., She reached down and took his free hand and brought it up to her breasts. "Touch them, Scotty. Touch them and playing with them like you'd play with your Mommy's tits!" I heard my son groan, "Mom! I...oh, Mom!" and much to my surprise, he let go of my hand and brought his hand up to join the other, cupping and squeezing Sindy's massive breasts, letting her soft and pliable flesh squeeze around his fingers. It was her turn to moan as his fingers eagerly sought out her wide, quarter size nipples, pinching and pulling on them, stretching them out, making her heavy, sagging breasts tilt upwards. I could scarcely believe how excited it was to watch this young woman carry on so with my son and my hands were already being drawn to my inner thighs -- fingers sliding over my slick skin, made slick with my pussy creams. I could barely contain the urge to ram as many fingers as I could into my pussy. Sindy grinned down at me, again that sexy overbite of hers worrying that lower lip as she quivered with excitement over the situation, her eyes roaming hungrily over my exposed cunt, labia blossomed wide, gleaming as the juices poured out of me. Finally, as the second song faded out on the CD player, with a moan, Sindi broke free of Scotty's grasp, her breasts heaving and her nipples bright red from being pinched, staggering a bit as she tried to gain some balance. For a moment, I thought my son had cum in his pants from the wet stain on his khakis, but then as I glanced at Sindi wavering on her high heels, I could see that the material covering her crotch was a sodden mess, literally dripping wet as her labia swelled around the cloth and her juices leaked from her cunt like a sieve. Sindi looked down and laughed, "Have you ever been this wet before, Mom?" I spread my legs wide to expose my own wetness. "I think I'm giving up panties altogether," I sighed. Another song begun -- lots of hard grinding guitar and snaky drums and Sindi began angling my way, licking her lips. She reached up and tore off her halter top which was already hanging useless around her neck and then peeled off her wet thong, holding it in her hand and squeezing it, letting her own fragrant juices drip between her fingers to splash on the floor. Her pussy seemed to almost pulse with life, a little patch of black pubic hair glittering as her juices were reflected in the room's light. She turned to my son and said, "You should get comfortable, Scotty -- your mother and I are already practically naked and I bet your cock would like to get some fresh air!" The Naughty Family Ch. 03 My son's eyes bulged as he turned to me, his arms starting to wave as events overwhelmed him. I reached out quickly and snagged a moving hand and tugged on it to get his attention. "It's OKAY, son!" I said in my best 'Mom' voice, firmness and love etched on every word. "Relax and enjoy, Scotty." I waited a moment and then more sternly said, "Get those pants off now, son!" I thanked God for the primitive instincts deep within my son that had him on his feet within a few seconds, fumbling at his belt and then his pants were coming down and out popped that magnificent cock of his, long, thick and angry, almost a deep purple as it throbbed with the need for release. "Fuck me," gasped Sindi. "You mean you haven't fucked that thing yet, Mom?" She licked her lips at the size of it, precum dripping off the slit. I motioned for Scotty to sit down, saying, "Get comfortable, baby. Mom's gonna get her first lap dance too." Scotty gasped as he stared at me in amazement, clumsily setting down, his pants around his ankles. "Mom, really? You mean you never did this before?" I giggled and said, "Nope -- but I'm ready and wet for it." Sindi moved in, towering over me, nearly as tall as my husband and Scotty. She began moving with the music, slowly straddling me, coming closer and closer with her now naked body. I could smell her scent -- so strong and lewd in its own right, its strength making me all the wetter. Then she was in my lap, rolling her pelvis against mine, leaning into my bare thighs and leaving wet streaks of cunt cream shining on them as she scooted forward and then her breasts were in my face and her hands were on the back of my head, pressing them against her giant pillows of tit flesh and I felt a mini-cum rocket through me as I found my lips wrapping around a massive nipple, pulsating with excitement as blood coursed through it. Carnal instinct prompted me to suck and I felt her sigh contentedly as my tongue rolled and flicked at her hard nub, so swollen it could barely be moved. My hands slid over her lush body to cup her large ass cheeks, fingers sliding down deep and around to tickle at the sopping wet flesh between her legs. I felt her stiffen as I managed to get a finger inside her pussy, slowly stirring her wet flesh, amazed at the flood of hot cunt cream that flowed around my finger. At the same time, I began to alternate little licks of her nipple with my tongue with teasing nibbles, using my teeth just enough to make her squeal each time I bit down. As I fingered Sindi's pussy and sucked her fat nipple, I glanced over at my son and was flattered to see him stroking his cock watching the lap dancer writhing in my lap. I worked another finger inside her pussy, sliding them deeper even as I brought my thumb to bear, searching through the folds of her wrinkled cunt flesh until I found her swollen nub, like a tiny erect cock, emerging from its hood. I carefully rolled the pad of my thumb over her clitoris and was gratified to hear her chokingly sob, "Yesssss! Once I began to dominate her clit, Sindi quickly was far down the road towards orgasm. As I fingered her more forcefully, I began to bite her nipple harder, clamping it between my teeth and worrying it like a dog holding onto a bone, flicking the very tip of it with my tongue while her fingers became entangled in my hair, wanting to both push my head away and pull me harder into her breasts. She let out another sob and then I felt pussy cream ejaculating forcefully against my hand and against my naked crotch, her hot juices splattering against my wide spread pussy flesh. Sindi moaned, "Yesssssss, Mommmmmyyyy! Make your baby girl cum!" Although still feeling so inexperienced with women, I felt my confidence grow with each stroke of my finger and every brush of my thumb, her juices pouring from her, soaking our joined laps and filling the room with the heady scent of cunt. Sindi quivered in orgasm on my lap for over a minute before she slowly slithered out of my lap, winding up on her knees between my widespread leg, her head resting on my wet thigh and her breath feeling warm and wonderful on my pussy. I turned and grinned at my son, his face frantic with the need to cum as he stroked his swollen cock, a naughty grin on his face from watching this lovely stranger orgasm on his mother's lap. Looking down, I saw Sindi's blue eyes look up at mine with worship and desire and it was my turn now to put my hand on her head, running my fingers through the tight bleached curls of her hair as I silently urged her face towards my crotch. Like an obedient servant, she willingly allowed me to push her face into my wet cunt, her long, Romanesque nose nuzzling my trimmed bush as her lips kissed my pussy and her tongue made me cry out as it delved deep into my hot, aroused flesh. It was my turn to squirm under her loving touch now, my only distractions the taste of Sindi's pussy on my fingers, tasting salty and funky as I licked them clean and the sight of my son masturbating as the young woman ate me out. Sindi knew what she was doing, deftly rolling her tongue over my flesh, touching my most sensitive places as if she'd been eating my pussy all her life. As I squirmed on the wood chair, now slippery with my juices, my moans grew louder as I rode the edge of orgasm. Sindi gave me only a short respite, lifting her dripping face from between my thighs to smile and my son and say, "When I make your Mommy cum, I'm going to give you a big, juicy kiss, Scotty!" Then she dove back between my legs, redoubling her efforts to lap at my pussy and I began to cry and gasp as my orgasm came closer and closer. Then as her tongue began a fevered assault on my clitoris, Scotty, overwhelmed by the sight of his mother having an orgasm stood up, his hand flying rapidly over his cock and moaned, "Mom! MOM! I'm gonna cum, Mom!" Sindi snapped her head up and with a harsh tone in her voice, said demandingly, "Cum on Mommy's face, Scotty! Shoot that hot, nasty load on Mommy's face!" With his pants still around his ankles, my son obeyed Sindi immediately, clumsily shuffling over to me, his cock now inches from my face, the head a dark, angry purple in its blood swollen glory, his eyes wide with excitement that was expanded as I hissed in agreement with Sindi's lusty command, "YESSSSS! Cum on Mom's face, son! Give Mom that hot spunk!" With a cry of pure pleasure, my son did just that, his lips curling into a passionate sneer as his body stiffened and his fingers tightened around his swelling cock and then he was blasting me with huge, white streamers of hot semen -- thick, ropy strands of his thick seed splattering into my face. Scotty's cry of pleasure became the bull's bellow as he sprayed his youthful sperm across my forehead and into my hair, across my cheeks and nose, into my mouth -- tasting so delicious and then against my chin with the last few spurts, still large, but not having the distance and instead of my face, arcing to land on my heaving breasts, now having escaped my bustier. My own orgasm ignited as I tasted his sweet semen on my tongue and white orgasmic fire swept through me, fueled by the nasty ministrations of Sindi's tongue and I sobbed as pleasure overwhelmed me -- the taste of my son's sperm melding with Sindi's experienced tongue and becoming that nearly perfect moment as I shook and convulsed with sexual joy. Suddenly, Sindi was kissing me, licking my face with her tongue while holding Scotty's still massive cock in her hand, smearing the last of his seed on my face as my mouth sought out both her maddening tongue and the cock head of my son. As my orgasm wound down, I found a naked Sindi sitting in my lap, kissing and licking at my semen coated face in between the moments when I was kissing my son who was trembling in the afterglow of his own orgasm. Sindi ran her tongue over my lips, both of us savoring the mixed flavor of my pussy cream and Scotty's semen, whispering in an awed tone, "I can't believe I'm eating a son's sperm off his mother's face." We kissed again and she said, "Won't you please adopt me, Sandra?" the tone in her voice not totally joking. We both giggled, but then my attention was diverted as I heard Scotty rustling with his clothes. "Scotty, what's wrong? I think we still have some time left with Sindi." My son was finishing with his belt buckle and he looked up at me with an expression I had never seen before. His green eyes burned with a passionate fire as he said almost maniacally, "Mom. We got to go, Mom! We need to go home right now?" I reached out my hand towards him, concern suddenly welling up inside me, afraid that maybe our naughty adventure had overwhelmed him. "Son, it's okay, relax. There's no hurry, baby." Scotty shook his head and said, "Mom, we have to go now!" I felt Sindi slid out of my lap and I stood up, feeling both alarmed at my son's tone and deliciously nasty as I felt my swollen labia rub against each other as I stepped forward, making me shiver with pleasurable aftershocks. "Scotty, just relax," I said. Deftly I moved my arms around his neck as I had always done to calm my son down, but then I found him taking the initiative, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes blazing with desire as he said in a demanding tone unlike anything I had ever heard before, "Mom, we have to go home. Mom, I have to ask Dad if I can fuck you because Mom, I want to fuck you right now!" To be continued... The Naughty Family Ch. 04 Sorry about the delay...technical difficulties (sigh). Anyway, here is the promised conclusion to this series. I hope it was worth the wait to see how Scotty and his mother finally come together. Let me know what you think - there's been some interesting comments on their relationship already and I'm keen to hear what you have to say as we wrap things up (well, maybe...lol). As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters exist only within the confines of the story and my imagination. Enjoy! Naughty Mom's Naughty Son: Part 2 "Mom, can you go any faster, Mom?" My son, Scotty squirmed excitedly in his seat, straining against his seat belt as he would lean over to peer at the minivan's speedometer and repeat the same question he'd been asking me for nearly an hour. Of course, his eyes would wander from the speedometer to my partly bared breasts, my meaty tits bouncing as we drove down the interstate, barely contained by my black bustier that I'd struggled to get back into at the adult bookstore in the city. I was amused by my son's insistence that I speed. His mild neurological condition, a form of Aspergers Syndrome, kept him from driving since he found it too unordered and chaotic and for much of his life, he'd fussed at his father and me whenever he saw the speedometer needle pass the posted speed limit. Rules and order were central to my son's way of life. His arms were waving about absently, usually a sign of being upset and unable to process his current situation, but now, I felt it was more a sign of excitement and arousal unlike anything I'd seen him be like before. "Settle down, Scotty," I murmured, reaching over and stroking his thigh, taking my eyes off the road just long enough to confirm that his erection had returned. Not quite an hour ago, he'd ejaculated a massive load of cum in my face, remnants of which were still drying in my hair, after being urged to do so by a nasty lap-dancer named Sindy. I felt myself blushing slightly as I recalled racing out of the adult bookstore, trying to keep up with my son who'd quickly gotten dressed and demanding we leave so he could go home and ask my husband...his father, for permission to fuck me. I recalled several surprised and amused faces staring at me as I followed him out, trying to get my large tits squared away inside my black bustier and wipe up little streamers of my son's sperm from my hair. Thankfully, Sindy had already licked the larger blobs of semen off my face, sharing them with me before Scotty had begun getting dressed. "Mom!" Scotty said. "I have to fuck you and fuck you soon, Mom!" Scotty beamed at me, still wiggling in his seat in anticipation. "I love you!" he stated for maybe the hundredth time since we'd climbed back in the van. "I love you too, son," I replied, running my hand up his thigh and over his swollen erection before returning my attention to the road. Thankfully, our exit was coming up and I felt a new spurt of wetness between my thighs as I realized that very soon, my son's cock would be inside me, completing a circle of incest that had begun when I'd given my husband, John, my blessing to fuck our daughter, Jilly. When I drove down the lane leading to our home, the seatbelt alarm began wailing and before I could come to a complete stop in front of the house, my son had the door open and was bolting for the front door, hollering "Dad! I need to talk to you, Dad.!" By the time, I came in the house, Scotty had apparently moved upstairs in his search for his father and when I heard him call out, "Dad! Where are you, Dad? I need to ta..." I could only grin as I was sure that from Scotty's abrupt silence, he'd found his father and I was sure, he'd found his sister too. I hurried up the stairs and found him standing in the doorway of Jilly's room. I didn't have to see his face to know he was standing there with his mouth open in shock, amazement and maybe even a little lust. I slipped up behind my son and put my arms around his waist, hugging him to me, my heavy breasts flattening out against his back. Looking over Scotty's shoulder, I smiled and said, "Hi, we're back!" to my husband and daughter. Jilly, naked and on her hands and knees was at the moment incapable of replying, her mouth, like her brothers, gaping wide open, not from surprise but from what looked like the approach of a mind shattering orgasm...not too surprising since her father's long cock was buried deep inside her. John, my beloved husband smiled at me and our son, and managed to gasp, "Hiya, babe. Glad to see you two have made it home. We were staring to worry." His sweat slick body glistened in the afternoon light coming through the window as he slowly withdrew his cock from our daughter's cunt and then drove it home again. I glanced at my son's face as he tried to process this incestuous and lewd scene in his head and was pleased to see that he wasn't thrashing his arms about in panic. As I hugged him to me, I replied to my husband, "Well, we made a stop on the way back. Sindi sends her love." John's eyes widened slightly and he grinned. "She is a big ol' sexy thing, isn't she?" He glanced at our son who was now trying to move his mouth, but still hadn't found his voice. I wondered what Scotty was most preoccupied by...his sister's naked body, her pert ass hiked high in the air for her father and her swinging breasts, moving slowly back in forth in rhythm with her father's thrusts or by the actual sight of his father fucking his baby sister. "I can't wait to hear about it, Sandy!" I started to reply, but Scotty finally recovered enough to blurt out, "Dad. I want to fuck Mom! I want to fuck her right now! Do I...can I have your permission, Dad!" He paused and took a breath, never letting his eyes fall away from his fornicating father and sister. Finally, he added in a pleading tone, "Dad...please, can I fuck Mom!" Jilly let out a groan, her brother's words apparently exciting her beyond the pleasure her father's cock was bringing her. John too groaned in appreciation of the naughtiness of his son's request. "Well, Scotty, do you love her?" "Dad!" exclaimed Scotty. "Dad, of course I do. I love Mom more than anything." "Do you promise not to ever hurt her and to always treat her like a queen...to do everything within your power to make your mother happy?" John grinned, knowing that he was prolonging our son's agony. "DAD! YES, I PROMISE! I LOVE MOM!" Scotty's arms waved in anxious agitation and I tried to comfort him as best I could by hugging him all the tighter against my aroused body. I felt so wet and aroused that I knew if I looked down between my legs, I'd see my cunt juice splattering the carpet. "John," I said softly. "Don't tease him, baby." My husband laughed and then nodded. "Yes, Scotty. You have my permission to fuck my wife...to fuck your mother whenever she and you want." Scotty broke out of my embrace, jumping up into the air in joy and somehow coming back to earth having turned around and to my surprise, wrapped me in his arms and hugging me so strongly, he picked me up off the ground. I was astonished in that Scotty had rarely in his life, initiated physical contact. I was further surprised when he kissed me, pressing his mouth to mine as a man does when he claims a woman as his own, his tongue suddenly in my mouth, making me mewl like a kitten as we kissed in the doorway of his sister's room. I could hear Jilly moaning as she and her father watched us passionately kiss while they fucked. I ran one leg up along Scotty's thigh, curling my foot behind to keep him pressed into me, enjoying his tongue dancing with mine while his hands slid up and down my semi-dressed body. Scotty broke the kiss, pausing to lick his lips before saying, "Let's fuck, Mom!" as his hands pawed at my breasts, freeing them from my bustier. I laughed and stepped back and said, "First things first, baby. You and I need to get a shower and take of some things before we make love." When he started to protest, I quickly placed a finger to his lips and said, "Do what Mommy says, Scotty!" I glanced over at my husband who was now slamming his cock into our youngest child with a vengeance. "Thirty minutes or so...our room?" John who was starting to breathe hard, nodded and gasped, "We'll be there. We wouldn't miss this for the world!" Jilly nodded in agreement, managing to grin at me through her sweaty hair now flying about her face as she began to convulse as her orgasm rose up in her. "Wa-wanna see my b-b-brother become a motherOHfucker!" she moaned as Scotty and I moved out of the room. Holding Scotty by the hand, I began moving towards my bedroom, but suddenly felt him moving away as we passed the upstairs bathroom. "Where are you going, son?" I asked, a little surprised to see him trying to part from me. My son looked at me with anxiety etched into his face and replied, "I'm going to take a shower so I can fuck you, Mom!" His voice echoed desire and exasperation. I laughed and tugged on his hand. "No, baby, we're going to take a shower...together." I pulled him more forcefully towards my bedroom. "C'mon, my little boy -- come with Momma!" I drew him into his parents' bedroom and standing before the bed where I planned to soon fuck another man besides his father for the first time in nearly a quarter century, I slowly undressed my son -- tugging off his T-shirt and then after undoing his belt, pulling his khakis down to his ankles. I slowly knelt down and tugged Scotty's sneakers off and then his socks and then helped him step out of his pants. Looking up lustily at my son's nearly naked body, I felt a gush of wet arousal pouring from my quivering cunt as I gazed at his erect cock covered by his shorts. "I love you, Scotty," I murmured as I reached up and hooked fingers into his waistband and yanked them down, freeing his immense cock which quickly slapped against his stomach. "I love you, Mom," Scotty whispered as I rose up, allowing my face to brush against his crotch, feeling his hairy balls scrape against my cheek and then my lips slipping along his shaft, my tongue flicking out to dance briefly against his swollen cockhead. I then kissed my way up his stomach and chest, stopping only when his lips were pressed against mine, his tongue intertwining with mine. As we kissed, I guided my son's hands in undressing me, undoing my bustier and letting it drop to the floor. Unzipping my leather skirt and letting it fall around my feet. Finally, I kicked my high heels off and murmured, "Come with me, baby," as I led my son to the master bathroom. We kissed and fondled each other as we waited for the water to grow hot and then, wrapping my hand around his cock, Scotty and I climbed into the large shower stall that his father and I had installed years ago. Scotty groaned with pleasure as I soaped his body up and then handed him the body wash to lather me up as well. I paid attention to his throbbing erection, but tried not to lavish too much attention lest I trigger too early an eruption. I moaned happily as Scotty washed my hair, caressing my dark tresses and massaging my scalp with such passion and zeal that I knew that this, if nothing else, would have to become a common occurrence. We rinsed off and stepped out of the stall, Scotty toweling me down first, lingering between my legs and making me reach out to the counter for balance as his rubbing my cunt with the soft, fluffy towel brought me close to the edge of an orgasm. Scotty knelt before me, toweling off my sex, his eyes locked in on my blossoming labia and the wet, pink flesh between them and whispered, "Can we fuck now, Mom?" I pulled him to his feet and kissed him gently, growing more passionate with it until our tongues were in a torrid dance of lusty desire. "Very soon, darling, but first, before we join your father and sister, I want to give you something here...something private that will maybe help you enjoy things a little more later on." Never taking my eyes off his face, I slowly squatted down, my fingers trailing down my son's chest and then stomach before wrapping around his long, thick penis. I moved my mouth slowly towards his cock head, saying as I drew near, "Scotty, Momma's going to suck your big dick. Just enjoy yourself and give me a big load of your spunk." I stuck my tongue out and rolled it over the spongy, swollen head, tasting a thick globule of precum bubbling from his pee slit. Before I wrapped my lips around my son's dick, I said, "The first time you fuck me, I want it to last a long time and if you give Momma a hot snack of your tasty sperm right now, you're going to be able to fuck my brains out!" Scotty's eyes were wide with child-like wonder as he watched me engulf his hard cock, my lips sliding over the head and then slowly traveling the length of his long cock. Although I was sure he was thicker than his father, I thought his father was a bit longer in length and despite the added girth, I had very little difficulty taking all of him in me, the head pressing deep into my throat. "Mom...oh, Mom," Scotty burbled as he stared down at me, my nose being tickled by his still damp pubic hair. Calling out to me increased the heady, wonderful emotions going through my mind doubling my awareness of my incestuous activities, sucking the hard penis of my first-born child. I looked up at him with loving eyes, wiggling my head slightly in a rapid motion and making gurgling noises to let him know how much I loved him and how much I was enjoying sucking his dick. Slowly, I released him from my mouth, slathering my lips along his thick shaft while my tongue fluttered over his skin until only the head remained trapped between my lips. I vigorously sucked his cock head while my tongue danced and swirled until finally, I let his cock go free with a loud, wet pop. "I love your cock, Scotty!" I purred excitedly. "I could suck it all day long, son!" I again took him in my mouth, taking his full length and then slowly began bobbing my head back and forth, sucking as I went along. I reached out and took his limp hands in mine and guided them to rest on my head, making sure his fingers intertwined with my wet, tangled locks and then helped him move my head back and forth until he understood that his mother was giving him control over the movement of her head while she sucked his cock! "Mom...Mom...Mom," Scotty crooned over and over as he began to move his hips in time with the movement of my head, thrilling me as he began to fuck my face. My son was like a kid with a new toy as he experimented with various permutations...making me suck him fast, then slow, and then fast again. He guided my lips down his shaft until my lips were pressing against his hairy crotch, holding my head in place and savoring the feel of his mother's lips, mouth and throat wrapped around his throbbing cock. My leg muscles began to sing from the strain of crouching down and I shifted to my knees as he began to guide me in sliding my lips back and forth quickly again, still moaning, "Mom...Mom...Mom," as I sucked him, then suddenly with a strained quality in his voice, adding, "Mom...love you, Mom! Mom...love you, Mom!" I felt the head of his cock begin to swell slightly and as his body tensed up, I knew he was getting close. I took control of the situation again, sliding my lips up and back until again I had only the tip of his penis in my mouth, lips clamped down around the ridge of his helmeted head. I looked up at him imploringly with my eyes, begging him with my loving expression to give me his seed and my son did not disappoint me. "MOM!" Scotty cried out. "MOM, I...I'M CUMMING!" His words barely came ahead of the torrent of thick, hot semen that suddenly flooded my mouth in huge, spraying ejaculations. Despite having shot a massive load all over my face a little over an hour ago, my son fed me another huge load of sperm, requiring me to swallow several times as he filled my mouth with his delicious seed. A ripple of absolute pure incestuous pleasure coursed through my body as I sucked and swallowed my son's semen and I heard the wet splatter of pussy juices spray the tiles of the bathroom floor as the sheer enormity of sucking my own flesh and blood's cock triggered a short, but intense orgasm within myself. I brought a trembling hand up to stroke Scotty's cock shaft, milking him for the last remnants of his load as I sucked on his cock furiously, finishing up with several loving licks before letting him slip from my grasp. Scotty was gasping for air as I leaned back on my haunches and smiled up at him with cum smeared lips. "Oh, baby...you are so delicious!" I sighed. "Mommy's going to have to suck your cock everyday...your spunk tastes that good!" I licked my lips as I stared up at him lovingly, stroking his still hard cock slowly, his shaft slick with my saliva. Once I assured myself that he wasn't going to soften on me, I came to my feet and kissed him gently as he whispered in a shaky voice, "Thank you, Mom...never...never been, um, sucked before, Mom." I kissed him passionately, delighted that he didn't seem to mind the taste of his own cum in his mother's mouth and then replied, "Well, Mommy's going to suck that big dick a lot from now on to make up for that, Scotty!" I pressed my naked body to his, mashing my heavy tits against his chest and again looked up into his eyes, one hand slowly stroking his cock and the other gently running through his dark hair...so much like mine. "Son," I whispered. "Are you ready to fuck your mother now?" Scotty's eyes widened as his grin grew and he replied, "Mom! Yes...lets go fuck, Mom!" He then surprised me by sweeping me up into his arms as if I were his bride and he was taking us across the threshold. His arms trembled a bit and it was an effort -- I am not a small woman, but he walked me out into the bedroom and towards the bed which was illuminated by dozens of candles that had just been lit. Scotty carried me to the bed his father and I had shared for so long with nary a stranger in it until we'd invited Jilly there and now, at last, our son. Gently, he sat me down, leaning over me with one knee on the bed, staring down at me with a mixture of absolute love and utter animalistic lust. I doubt he noticed his father and his sister curled up in an overstuffed chair, Jilly sitting in her father's lap, her butt working anxiously atop his crotch. Hell, in my arousal and need to be fucked by my own son, I scarcely noticed them myself. I scooted myself over to the center of our king sized bed and then spread my legs and held out my arms to my son -- wriggling my fingers to urge Scotty to come to his mother. He licked his lips, his eyes wandering avidly over my nakedness, making me feel both aroused and oddly shy, so intense was his gaze. Scotty climbed up onto the bed and knelt between my legs. We were both breathing fast and I could feel a sexual flush spreading over my face, neck and chest -- the accompanying heat spreading everywhere as my primal desires began to spiral out of control. My son suddenly seemed unsure of himself and even as his youthful erection again slapped against his belly, he didn't move, finally whispering, "Mom...what should I do, Mom?" I smiled, the love for my son within me nearly bursting my heart and replied, "Whatever you want, baby. You can do whatever you want with Mommy!" Scotty returned my smile and slowly crawled forward and I pulled my knees back and spread my thighs, expecting him to plow right into me, but my son surprised me as he suddenly ducked his head, bringing his face just above my pulsating pussy -- close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my wet, quivering flesh. He took a deep breath through his nose and then lifted his head a little and said with a childlike wonder, "Mom, I like how you smell!" The Naughty Family Ch. 04 Before I could laugh and reply, "Thank you," Scotty surprised me again by pressing his mouth to my pussy, making me cry out in pleasurable delight as I felt his tongue give me an enthusiastic and sloppy lick! He grunted, saying something unintelligible, his mouth muffled by my suddenly bucking pussy as I threw my hips up and dropped my hands to his head to keep him in place...not that he was planning to stop. Scotty planted big kisses on my labia and inner flesh between long ice cream licks of his tongue through my burning and slick pussy folds, making me gasp and moan. That he was an amateur at eating pussy was obvious, but what he lacked in experience, he more than made up with his enthusiasm. "Ohhhhh, sonnnn!" I moaned as he licked me and slurped at my flowing juices. I had been on the edge of orgasm all day long and now between my son's eager efforts and the knowledge that it was my son who was licking my pussy, I was sliding off the precipice and free falling into a delicious orgasm. My fingers curled through Scotty's hair, pulling his face tighter against my wet cunt as I sobbed with pure delight, feeling incestuous ecstasy course through my body like a massive electrical shock. My son, with his usual single-minded fervor, used his tongue to lash at my juicy flesh hungrily and his zeal thrilled me. I raised my legs up and curled them around his back, using them to assist in holding his wonderfully loving face in place as I crooned and squealed with joy until my orgasm was so great, my entire body convulsed and stiffened and I released him as my legs straightened out and my toes began to curl as my pleasure centers overloaded. Suddenly, I was sprawled out on my marriage bed, gasping for breath and in my need to be completely loved by my son, I let out a strangled scream, "Scotty Ryan Hanson, fuck your mother RIGHT NOW!" The intense demanding tone of my voice made my son raise his head up from my wet pussy, my juices dripping from his chin and lips. He studied me for a few seconds, concern on his face as he observed my heaving breasts and swollen nipples and my ecstatic yet needy face above them. Suddenly a grin broke out on his face and Scotty lifted himself up and moved up and onto me, unmindful of kissing me with his pussy juice covered mouth. I groaned against his lips, thrilled with the naughty knowledge that this was my own son French kissing me and sharing the taste of my own pussy with me. Scotty showered me with kisses, pausing every so often to slip his tongue into my mouth, but always returning to eager, sloppy kisses over my face, neck and breasts, pausing now and again to lick and suck at my swollen nipples, so engorged with blood that they were painful. We began hunching at each other, both of us anxious to have his cock inside me, but again, Scotty's inexperience showed. I began to try and worm a hand between us when I felt another weight on the bed and then Jilly was looking at me over her brother's shoulders and she put her finger to her lips and giving me an awfully lewd leer, winked at me and dropped from sight. Seconds later, I felt fingers between my pussy lips and then a moment after that, the head of Scotty's cock wedged between my swollen labia. My son in his arousal, I don't think even realized that it had been his sister's hand that had placed his erect penis at the entrance to his mother's cunt. I reached up with one hand and drew Scotty's head down until as we had some many times in his life, bumped foreheads. I could feel his body trembling as instinct was trying to kick in and I looked into my son's eyes and whispered in a shaky voice, "Do it, Scotty. Put your big, thick cock inside Mommy's pussy!" I remember hearing my son gasp, "Mom!" but anything else he might have said was obliterated in my primal scream as he pushed his cock inside me, thrusting deep into his mother's pussy. As I felt him move into me, spreading my pussy walls wide, there was an instantaneous recognition of this was flesh of my flesh returning home, triggering unsuspected depths of pleasure spawned by the familial connection I shared with this sweet, young man. Every fiber of my being...every cell of my body recognized that this was my son, suddenly joined with me in the most intimate of ways, returning to my body and fulfilling me...completing me and making me whole as I had not been since his birth. I was lost in the most powerful orgasm of my life, swept away in a storm of love and lust that I had not truly anticipated and having no real conscious thought except that this ultimate height of ecstasy upon which I had been tossed was due solely to the fact that it was my own son that was filling me up with his cock. I am not sure how long I was lost in that wonderful madness of incestuous orgasm, but suddenly I found myself conscious again, my own sobs of pleasure echoing in my ears as I became aware of my son's body on top of me, thrusting into me, filling my pussy with the most wonderful cock imaginable and that I was responding as a woman filled with lust and desire, instinctively mating with a man I loved more than life itself. I felt full and complete with every strong thrust of Scotty's cock, reveling each time he ground his crotch against mine, his pelvis mashing against my spread lips, tickling and teasing my swollen and exposed clitoris. "I LOVE YOU, SON! MOMMY LOVES YOU SO MUCH!" I screamed, realizing that I had already nearly screamed myself hoarse. I tried to wrap my arms and legs around my son's body in an effort to have him all that closer, savoring the feel of his sweaty skin sliding and sticky to mine. His sparse chest hair tickled my swollen nipples, each little brush of my nipples against his scratchy chest sending me that much deeper into an abyss of utter pleasure. Scotty and I kissed -- my lips and tongue feeling swollen and so much more sensitive, relishing the taste of his saliva, his sweat...of him, recognizing him as a son and a lover, melding into something greater as he fed me his cock again and again. As my orgasm swelled up inside me again, I threw back my head and screamed as I arched my back, bucking my body upwards to meet my son's downward thrusts while he ducked his head to suck and bite my nipples -- the sudden sharp pain of his teeth on my blood-engorged tips escalating my orgasm to even greater heights. My mind swirled with maddening thoughts as I recalled my husband describing the carnal intimacy of making love to our daughter and knew that coupling with our son transcended even their lovemaking. My eyes, clouded with the incestuous passion and pleasure of the moment would now and again clear momentarily and forever burned into my memory were images of Scotty's face, screwed up in an expression that mirrored his intensity, pleasure and love. I recall giving my husband and daughter a momentary glance -- Jilly sitting in her father's lap, his long, hard dick jutting up from between her legs, her hips rocking slowly as she kissed it with her wide spread pussy lips which glistened with her wetness and his last load of hot semen. Both were staring avidly and happily as my son and I fucked with abandon. I could not concentrate on them for more than a few seconds -- my son's fine cock fucking me so sweetly, so passionately demanded my full and complete attention. "Scotty, lover -- fuck me!" I moaned. "C'mon now, son -- fuck Momma hard with that big...MMMMMM...BIG DICK!" I felt my body acting on its own volition, seeking to meet my son's thrusts, to envelop and hold his thick penis inside my womb, kissing it with my pussy flesh, savoring its steady pace as it sawed in and out of me. "Mom...oh, Mom -- love you, Mom!" Scotty panted between wet, sloppy kisses, arching his back as he slammed his body into mine again and again. "Mom...love fucking you, Mom...love you, Mom!" His eyes stared into mine with such sweet, devoted love that it nearly broke my heart and made me fall in love with him over and over and unleashing something inside me that had absolutely zero reservations about taking my own son as my lover and vowing to be his lover however and whenever he wanted. The only regret that I felt was in not realizing my own incestuous lusts before this -- in effect, denying him and myself such sweet, sinful pleasure for years. Time just seemed to stop for us and it was like my son and I were locked together in sweet, unbelievable pleasure that went on and on, our bodies working hard in rhythm, coming together in fleshy, wet slaps, becoming slippery with sweat which seemed to conversely cement our lusty flesh more solidly together until we were one -- a mass of heavenly pleasure on earth, our universe centered around my pussy and the massive cock that was crammed inside it. My son induced my third cock induced orgasm, suddenly picking up the pace and fucking me more forcefully, really slamming his cock to me, taking my breath with each exquisite thrust until I my arms and legs slipped off his fine body, splayed out helpless as my son fucked me hard and sweet. It was all I could do to wriggle and writhe in complete ecstasy as he drove his cock into me again and again, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. Suddenly, I began to comprehend that my orgasm was merely a prelude to something greater as Scotty's thrusts grew even more frantic and strong and I began to sense that I was about to ride a tidal wave of incestuous pleasure that would take me to heights I'd never before experienced. I truly understood the allure then of sweet, loving incest -- of family members giving themselves willingly to each other. All I needed was Scotty's ultimate offering of his love. With tears running down my cheeks, I moaned, "Cum in me, Scotty -- give Momma all your hot cum! Cum in me, son -- cum in Mommy's pussy right the fuck now!" My son was thrusting his cock into me now with maniacal energy, his face screwing up as his own pleasure and need built and then his eyes went wide as he slammed his body into mine one last time, his thick cock burying itself deeper than before and then he moaned, "MOM! MOM! MOM!" and began to ejaculate his hot, sweet semen into my womb and the world seemed to catch fire. John described it later as a near epileptic seizure of orgasmic spasms. I wailed and sobbed from the pure pleasure of feeling my son's sperm filling my pussy, otherworldly ecstasy reducing me to a sobbing, sweaty mass of cum filled flesh. Scotty was bellowing too as his own pleasure was enhanced by my cunt muscles clamping down tightly around his cock, massaging and milking it for every drop of sperm he had to offer. Tears trickled down his face that I licked off, not wanting to deny myself any fluids my son had to offer. In the end, we came back to ourselves to find we both had arms and legs wrapped around each other, unwilling to let go, to lose that intimate mother-son contact we had created, slowly rolling back and forth on the bed as we kissed and nibbled at each other, unable to speak because we couldn't spare the oxygen. We kept our embrace until finally, Scotty's cock slipped from my pussy, the loss of which triggered another bout of tears from me with my son awkwardly consoling me, assuring me, "Mom, I promise...we'll fuck some more, Mom." I kissed him one last time before I let him collapse onto his back, gasping for air, telling him between kisses, "I love you so much, Scotty." Our world apart was then pierced by applause and we remembered or realized we were not alone, suddenly noticing John and Jilly as they approached, naked and aroused themselves as they climbed gently onto the bed. I felt Scotty tense up beside me and instinctively reached out to take his hand and reassure him that all was well. His father knelt beside me, his erection brushing my breast as he said reverently, "That was maybe the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I'm happy for you, babe." My husband leaned in and gave me a long, sweet kiss. After our lips parted, he added, "I love you, Sandy," and then glancing at Scotty who was looking at him with a little bit of jealousy, "I'm very proud of you, son. You really made your mother cum hard." Scotty flashed a slight, but unsure smile his way, but then frowned as Jilly crawled onto the bed and knelt at our feet. Jilly gave us her reckless, loving smile and said, "That was so fucking hot, Scotty! You had Mom screaming for mercy." She scooted forward a little between our legs and reached a hand out towards her brother's semi-erect cock, thickly coated with pussy juice and sperm. "Somebody needs a good licking," she sang in a little girl's voice. "Bitch, hands off, that belongs to me!" a voice snarled at my daughter and everyone turned in surprise at me. I grinned sheepishly and added in a somewhat softer tone. "I worked hard for this treat and I'm going to enjoy it." I sat up and leaned over my son, taking his cum covered penis in hand. I lowered my head, stopping just shy of his still swollen head and turned to look at my now pouting daughter. I drew up my left leg, bending my knee until my foot was flat on the bed, exposing for a better view my wide open cunt, fresh semen oozing slowly out of it. "If you're hungry, there's plenty of your brother's semen right here, Jilly." I then proceeded to ignore my daughter as I began to lavish attention on my son's cock, taking him into my mouth and sucking my juices and his spunk off his semi-erect member. As I swirled my tongue over his sensitive flesh, I heard him gasp with pleasure and then I was moaning too, a pleasurable but choked sound as Jilly mashed her face into my pussy and began licking it with gusto. Even after all these weeks, I have to tip my hat to my daughter -- she has a talented tongue that I will never tire of and I was barely able to concentrate on cleaning Scotty's dick as she slurped and licked my cum filled cunt with enthusiasm. Finally, it was too much and I cried out as my well fucked pussy and its oh-so sensitive flesh began to propel me to another orgasm and I let Scotty slip from between my lips. I had cleaned him of his semen and my own juices, but he hadn't quite recovered and I realized that maybe this was an opportunity for him to see first hand how loving the rest of his family had become. I fell back again onto my back and spread my legs, draping one thigh over Scotty's as I moaned, "Just relax, son and watch your sister do what she does best." Jilly giggled as she scooted along with me, looking up at us with her chin and lips frosted with white blobs of semen and glistening with pussy cream and saying, "I love eating pussy, big brother...especially Mom's pussy!" Then she dived back between my legs, taking long, loving licks with her tongue and noisily slurping up Scotty's seed along with my juices, pausing now and again to tongue and suck my swollen clitoris. I writhed happily on the bed, barely able to speak -- groaning and sobbing with ecstatic pleasure as my daughter ate me. My eyes would sometimes focus on my son who sat there next to me, staring with awe and wonder at the sight of his baby sister gobbling his mother's pussy. At some point, he'd taken my hand, not seeming to mind when I'd squeeze it nearly to the point of breaking as her tongue made me cum again and again. Then John decided to enter the picture. He got to his knees and moved awkwardly until he was behind our daughter, his hands reaching out to caress her taut ass cheeks and then tilt them up as he brought his lovely erection to her pussy. As he slowly dragged his swollen head up and down her labia, Jilly raised her head up again and looking at her brother, sighed happily, "I love Daddy fucking me, Scotty! He fucks me night and day!" I looked at my husband and managed to say in a hoarse voice during the brief absence of Jilly's tongue, "Been busy, honey, the last couple of days?" John grinned and sighed, just a tinge of weariness in his expression and voice as he replied, "Thank God for those little magic pills you picked up." Then he jabbed his erection into our daughter's cunt, growling and sounding like that old cereal tiger, "They're GREAT!" I felt more than heard Jilly grunt into my pussy as her father rammed his cock up her young cunt. Her assault on my pussy became more aggressive and my moans mixed with her muffled ones as she teased and sucked on my throbbing clitoris while John fucked her from behind. From between my legs, I saw my sweet daughter's eyes rise up to meet mine, her dark orbs glazed with lust. I reached out and ran my fingers through her bed-tangled and sweaty golden blonde hair which confirmed that she and my husband had no doubt spent the time while I was gone screwing their brains out. Jilly captured my swollen clit between her lips and while her tongue fluttered over it, she also began to hum. The sudden vibrations combined with her talented and maddening tongue caught me off guard, plunging me into the throes of another orgasm -- perhaps not as intense as the lovely ones my son had just given me, but which in their wake were incredibly intense. I was suddenly screaming with utter pleasure until my voice collapsed into a tiny squeak while I twisted and writhed under the merciless loving of her tongue and mouth. My orgasm was wonderful and intense and to Scotty, perhaps a bit scary. In the chaotic madness that was my overloaded senses, I did feel him squeeze my hand and moan in a fearful voice, "Mom?" I wanted to reassure him, but I was caught up in the incestuous delights of his sister's mouth and could only continue to squirm under her nasty ministrations. Pleasure began to straddle that razor thin border between pain and ecstasy and finally, I pushed my daughter away, gasping, "Sweet, baby...so sweet, but I need to stop...too much." My breasts rolled and bounced as I tried to catch my breath. I glanced over at my son, squeezing his hand to reassure him I was fine. Glancing down at his crotch I saw his cock had now recovered and was waving tall and proud in the air. "Watching your sister eat Mommy's pussy get you all excited, huh, Scotty?" I said between gasps for air. My son slowly nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he eyed my widespread pussy, now licked clean of his seed. "Mom...can we fuck again, Mom?" he asked, letting his hand slip from my grasp to reach out and playfully pinch my swollen and sore nipple. I groaned at the pleasure his touch brought me, but shook my head and replied, "Mom needs a little timeout, son." I was amused to see my son's lower lip begin to pooch out in a bit of a pout, but he was distracted as Jilly moaned plaintively, "Scotty, you really have a big cock!" between the slow and steady thrusts of her father. My son studied his sister for a moment and again I was amused as I saw the struggle going on in his eyes on whether to fuss at her for going into his room and getting into his stuff or to simply admire her comely form and the way his father was fucking her. Finally, he said in matter of fact voice, "Mom says Dad is longer than me, but I'm thicker!" Jilly's eyes widen at his comment, a sly grin on her face while John chuckled and said, "Really, son. Your mother told you that?" Scotty blushed, not sure if repeating my words meant he'd committed a social faux pas, something he'd done countless times in his life. "Sorry, Dad." My husband grinned at our son and said, "Reckon it could be worse." He suddenly thrust forward forcefully, drawing a pain and pleasure filled moan from Jilly. "Your sister seems to like my cock." Jilly looked over her shoulder at her father and said, "No, Daddy. I love your big, long cock!" She blew him a kiss and then turned back to her brother and me with a sly grin. "Big brother...I bet I'm going to love your cock too!" She licked her lips and glanced at me and said, "I'd really like to suck it, Mom...if that's okay with you." The Naughty Family Ch. 04 I giggled and gestured to my son and said, "That's up to Scotty." Jilly turned and fixed her brother with a sultry stare, "Scotty, can I please suck your big, thick dick?" Scotty trembled and looked at me. When I nodded and said, "Son, you can do whatever you want to with us," he scrambled to his knees and shifted his way over to his sister, his erection leading the way. Jilly took his cock in her hand, wrapping her slender fingers around the massive penis and then looked coyly up at her brother. "I'm sorry for being so mean to you all these years, Scotty." She stuck out her tongue and ran it up the long length of his cock and added, "I promise, big brother, to never go into your room again unless it's to suck or fuck this big ol' dick of yours." For the first time in years, Scotty smiled at something his sister said or did, raising a hand to Jilly's face and gently stroking her cheek before sliding his fingers into her wild, blonde hair and guiding her mouth to the head of his cock. "Jilly...I...I love you, Jilly." I thought I could see tears forming in my daughter's eyes as she let out a soft, loving noise before sliding her lips over her brother's swollen knob and begin sucking his erect penis. I moaned with familial pleasure as I watched my daughter take cock from her father and brother -- Jilly's muffled moans filling the air as she noisily sucked Scotty's cock while John steadily fucked her from behind. My sexy daughter was in her element, being the center of attention of two large cocks -- giving and receiving pleasure. Her body quickly became coated with fuck sweat, her hair wild and dripping down in her face until she would let Scotty's cock slip from her lips, whip her head around, throwing her blonde locks back, give me a leering grin and then open her mouth and resume sucking her brother's cock. My husband fucked our daughter with easy thrusts, varying the speed to keep her off balance, his movements betraying the familiarity with which he'd gained in pleasuring our little girl. He smiled at me and I smiled back -- both of us silently communicating our devoted love for each other. Even though in my heart, I knew that something had changed the second our son had slid his cock inside me, I was still, in the end, John's wife and I could not have loved him more at that moment. "Hey, son," said John, only his raspy voice revealing how hard he was really working at fucking Jilly. "Would you like to fuck your sister?" Despite the fact that his little sister was at that moment swirling her tongue over the head of his swollen cock, Scotty was actually surprised at his father's suggestion. That blank "Does Not Compute" stare passed over his face and his hands rose up and waved aimlessly for a moment before he recovered and looked with a slight look of panic at me. "Mom?" he groaned, looking to me for guidance. I blew him a kiss and said, "Whatever you want to do is good, darling. I think you'd like it and I won't get jealous of your sister." Scotty licked his lips and nodded. He looked down to where Jilly was slowly rolling her tongue around the crown of his cock. She planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock and said in her sexy little girl voice, "Please, big brother. Won't you please fuck me, Scotty?" "Oh...okay, Jilly," Scotty said in a barely visible voice. My daughter squealed with excitement and when her father withdrew, she spun around quickly, wiggling her toned ass up in the air and looking over her shoulder said, "Put that big donkey cock in me, big brother." My son looked down at Jilly's splayed wide pussy, her labia swollen and spread like a carnal flower waiting to be pollinated. I started to lean forward and return Jilly the favor she'd done us when she'd guided her brother's cock into my pussy, but with a low growl, Scotty scooted forward on his knees and shoved the head of his cock into his sister's pussy, making her cry out when once he knew he was now inside her, he rammed the rest of his long cock home. "FUCK ME!" she screamed. "You are fucking huge, Scotty!" Her fingernails clawed at the sheets as her brother eagerly, enthusiastically began to fuck her, operating more on instinct than knowledge. Her firm tits bounced under her from the force of his thrusts. Her screams were quickly muted as her father moved forward again, his erect penis shining with her pussy creams. Jilly quickly took him into her mouth, cleaning his long shaft of his delicious juices. I felt my own pussy begin to twitch even as I felt some jealousy rise inside me as I watched my son fuck my daughter. I was a little unprepared for this even though I had just told Scotty I wouldn't be jealous of him and his sister, but still the vain emotion was there. There was a part of me that wanted to scream, "HE'S MINE, GODDAMMIT! SCOTTY IS MY SON AND HE AND HIS LOVELY COCK ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE!" I giggled at my own possessive thoughts and quelled them by simply allowing the erotic moment to sweep over me, arousing me anew as I watched proudly as my two men pleasured my daughter. Jilly moaned loudly and lewdly around her father's cock, quickly scouring it clean of her pussy creams and sucking it furiously as the wet slaps of her brother's pelvis against her taut cheeks filled the room. John began grunting with effort and I knew from long experience that he was about to cum in our daughter's mouth. He held her head between his hands and began to fuck her face forcefully, matching our son's strokes perfectly until with a roar, he began shooting hot cum down Jilly's throat, her making nasty choking sounds as she struggled to swallow his load and keep sucking his cock. My husband finally fell back from her, his now shrinking cock slipping from between her lips with a moist plopping sound, rivulets of semen dribbling out and down her chin. As weary as I still was from being fucked by Scotty, I was up and scrabbling to her, my tongue flashing out and rescuing the thick streamer of sperm before it could drip off her face. "Mmmmmm -- Mom," Jilly sighed, closing the distance between us and opening her mouth and offering me her tongue. I sighed happily as we kissed, our tongues dancing in her mouth amidst the semen she hadn't swallowed yet -- rolling the thick, tasty fluid back and forth in our mouths as we kissed. I opened my eyes so I could look beyond her and watch Scotty, now with a determined look, fuck his sister as hard as he could. Too soon, my daughter broke our kiss, crying out in pleasure and maybe disbelief from the cock pounding she was taking from her brother. "F-Fuck...so fucking b-big!" she moaned, looking at me with lust glazed eyes, her mouth dropping open in slack-jawed pleasure. I was thrilled as I watched my children fuck and when I felt John's hand on my shoulder, I turned and curled up against him, giving him a quick kiss and then with his arms around me, we watched proudly as our son gave our daughter orgasm after orgasm. Jilly squalled with pleasure as her brother fed her his cock again and again -- sometimes thrusting back to meet his oncoming thick penis as it sank into her wet flesh again and again. Soon enough, she could no longer stay raised up on her arms, her hips held high by Scotty as he kept her in a doggie position. His sister literally chewed and drooled on the sheets as he buried his cock in her again and again, her sobbing the whole time as she came and came again. Finally, perhaps out of self-preservation and only after a half dozen or so orgasms, Jilly clawed her way free, begging Scotty to, "Please...stop, Scotty. So good --so big, but I can't...can't take anymore. Jilly looked at us, exhausted from multiple Daddy fuckings and a hard banging from her big brother. She crawled towards us, whimpering, "I feel so fucking good!" She shivered and moaned as her still orgasming cunt sprayed cunt juice onto the bed. Behind her, Scotty said in what was almost a petulant voice, "But, I'm not finished, Jilly!" his hard cock sticking out, dripping with her juices. I was already preparing to come to his rescue when I heard my husband say, "Go...don't leave our boy hanging," as he gave me a gentle nudge forward. I crawled to my son, ducking my head and tasting my daughter on his throbbing cock. I licked my lips and said to Scotty, "Don't you worry, sweetheart. Momma's going to take good care of you!" I put my hand on his chest and pushed him onto his back, eyeing his beautiful hard-on, towering in the air. "Just sit back, son and let Mom do all the work!" A beatific smile broke out on my son's face as he watched me straddle him, sliding my wet pussy lips up and over his shaft and then slowly impaled myself on his hard cock. I let out a lusty groan as I slowly slipped down on his erection, my pussy stretching to take all his girth and him feeling so perfect inside me. When I had all of him inside me, I wiggled contentedly, entangling the hair of my bush with his pubic hair. I made him groan as I flexed my cunt muscles around his girth -- the sensation making me groan as well, not to mention breaking out in a sweat as the feeling of again having my son inside me was almost too much to bear. "Oh, I love you so much, Scotty!" I said in a sing-song voice. "Mom...I love you too, Mom," came my son's reply as his hands rose up to cup my heavy tits, palms scraping deliciously across my swollen nipples that were now literally sore from being hard and aroused for so long. I felt my body quiver as I savored just sitting atop him, feeling so incredibly full of his young, hard cock. I bit my lower lip as my new feelings of what could only be incestuous love were nearly too much to handle. As Scotty fondled my breasts, digging his fingers into my meaty flesh, I slowly began to ride him, moving up and down a little more with each second, trying to draw out each incredible moment of erotic delight that fucking my son could produce. Again, I was struck by how intense these sensations were, much more than it had ever been with John or any lovers I had known before we had met. My body responded to my son's touch, his presence, his cock in a completely different way than I had ever thought possible. Fucking Scotty seem to trigger every pleasure sensor in every cell of my body, awakening them to their purest potential. As I began to ride my son into orgasm, I felt like carnality itself made flesh, loving every second of the pleasure he and his magnificent cock gave me. I leaned forward a little, resting my hands on his chest as I began to piston up and down on his thick dick a little faster, my fingernails scratching against his slick skin each time I impaled myself to the hilt on his big spear. My orgasm, when it struck, struck hard and I felt dizzy and wonderful as an explosion of pure pleasure detonated between my legs and spread through my body. I collapsed on top of him, my lips finding his as my limbs flailed about, only my hips seeming to know what to do, never ceasing to move up and down on his erection. I could taste my own tears running down my cheeks, spilling between our lips as we kissed, barely in control of myself as my orgasm finally waned enough for me to rise back up to a sitting position and resume a steady, controlled pace as I bounced up and down on my boy's cock. Although I was feeling very shaky, I drew my legs up into a squatting position and began to ride Scotty all the more quickly, my breasts bouncing wildly as I bounced atop his throbbing penis. My orgasm returned quickly and again I was collapsing atop my son's body, feeling his heart pounding as quickly as mine as my breasts pillowed out on his chest. I was sobbing from utter and complete joy -- a carnal ecstasy coursing through my body that left me nearly incoherent as I sobbed loudly, "CUMMING, SCOTTY! MOMMY'S CUMMING -- OH FUCK, CUM WITH ME, SON...CUM WITH MOMMY!" I felt my pussy muscles clamping down around his cock as I rode him, urging him on and I screamed happily as I felt his massive took swelling inside me because I knew he was once again on the threshold. I kissed him hungrily and sloppily as he began to pant with need, trying to maintain his own control to prolong his pleasure and mine, but finally yielding to nature's demand as I said lustily, "Give Momma your sperm, son. Pump me full of your baby-making semen." Scotty screamed out, "MOM, I LOVE YOU!" and then all was lost in a storm of white hot ecstasy as he began filling my well fucked womb with his sperm, flooding me with thick jets of his semen which seemed like they would never stop. I know I tried to reply that I loved him too, but caught up in the incestuous pleasure of what had to be the greatest day of my life, I could only babble gibberish as I writhed and shook with unimaginable delight. I scarcely remember finally falling off my son's body, recalling little beyond a hazy disappointment as that sensation of being perfectly filled left me as Scotty's cock slipped from my pussy's grasp. I slowly realized that I was cuddling with Scotty on my left and John on my right, vaguely sensing Jilly cuddling up to her father from behnd, one shapely leg draped over his hip. I drifted in the sweet clouds one often finds oneself in after wonderful sex, sorting out from the relative quiet of our bedroom, the sounds of Jilly and Scotty blissfully asleep, their soft snoring as familiar to me as breath itself. Gradually, I realized I didn't hear my husband's sleep noises and I opened my eyes and let them focus in the dim light of the now low burning candles. I turned my head slightly to find John watching me sleep. Seeing me awake, he leaned into me and gave me a slow, sweet kiss -- our tongues dancing in greeting as we had some many times over the years. When that loving kiss ended, my husband grinned at me and said, "Well...have to say we are one happy, loving family." I giggled softly and replied, "To say the least." I stretched out, feeling muscles pop in that pleasing, sweet way when they are a little sore from a serious bout of sex. "When I first gave you permission to fuck Jilly, I never imagined it would wind up..." I gestured about me and at our naked, sleeping children. "Regrets?" John asked, his eyes fixed on mine. I took a long time to answer, finally shaking my head and replying, "No...no regrets, darling -- amazement, maybe. Even after making love to Jilly, I don't think I was prepared for how it would feel fucking my own son. I never imagined it would be so...so..." "Perfect?" supplied my husband. I nodded and he said, "I know. I can't get over how good it feels...how right it feels when I'm making love with our daughter." He sighed and said, "When I put my cock in her pussy, it feels like they were..." "Made for each other?" I finished. "I love you, John and I always will, but, my god, when Scotty's inside me, it's like I've died and gone to heaven." I giggled at my words. "If one can get into heaven after seducing and fucking one's son!" John nodded to show me he understood what I was saying and that he agreed with me. "So, where does this leave us? Do things change?" There was a tinge of concern in his voice. "No, babe...nothing changes," I replied. "I still love you and you're still my husband and always will be." "But?" said John. "I hear a 'but' in there?" I reached out and stroked my husband's face. "But, after all my high minded demands that you always wind up in our bed every night..." I licked my lips and looked guiltily into John's eyes. "I'm not sure I can always promise you I'll do the same when Scotty's home. Tonight was fun and I hope we have millions of family nights like this, but sometimes, I have a feeling I'll want to just go somewhere and hide with Scotty and let him fuck my brains out for days on end!" John laughed, his amusement of my words helping to assuage my feelings and there was a look of understanding and comprehension evident in his eyes. "I think I get what you're saying. I feel the same way with Jilly. We both missed you these last couple of days, but a lot of the time you've been gone, I relished it being just me and our little girl." "I don't love you any less, John," I said. "If anything, I love you even more and I'd never want to live without you, but..." "But, we both agree to not mind the time we spend with our children," John smiled and said, "I don't think there's a problem, honey, but if either of us ever feel there might be..." He didn't finish his sentence, but instead let me know his thoughts on the matter by moving atop me, a little thrill slipping through me as I felt his cock, long and hard brushing my thigh and then landing with great familiarity on my sex. "Oh yes, I like this idea," I moaned as I rolled my hips and let my husband's cock slide inside me. I was aroused by the fact that I loved John, but confess that secretly, it also pleased me to know that he was slipping his erection into my wet, cum filled cunt...that it was our son's semen that lubricated my husband's passage now. Whether John understood it or not, it didn't seem to affect him as we quickly slipped into a sweet, slow rhythm of fucking, both of us taking our time and enjoying the intimacy gained only from decades of love and desire. As we rocked together, I don't know if our children were awakened by our sighs and moans and were watching us -- it didn't really matter. I allowed myself to be consumed by my love for my husband, my eyes locked on his as he gently and passionately fucked me, pacing himself to my needs and pleasure...speeding up when I needed him to and slowing back down when it best suited my needs. It seemed like we fucked through most of the night before finally, neither of us could hold back, John slamming into me harder and harder, making me cry out in ecstatic delight until finally, he began to cum in my pussy as it tightened around his long shaft in orgasmic spasm. We passionately kissed as our mutual climax peaked and then slowly faded into sweet echoes of pleasurable memory, finally falling asleep with the comforting knowledge that despite the dramatic and naughty changes in our lives, that our love was still strong and secure. I awoke near dawn finding everyone else still asleep -- Jilly and her father curled up together, his face buried in her long, golden blonde hair with her arm and leg draped possessively over his body. Scotty was curled up next to me, a sweet, angelic smile on his lips, making me wonder what he was dreaming of -- perhaps himself in the middle of a Star Wars adventure or perhaps dreaming of fucking his mother's brains out...or a mixture of both. I slipped from the bed trying not to giggle at the thought of Scotty bending me over, my hair done up in Princess Leia's buns and fucking me while he was dressed up like Darth Vader. I slipped from the bedroom and went to the hall bathroom for a shower so as not to wake everyone up. My body was a little sore and tender -- not in an entirely bad way, but more or less, that sweet ache one has after being fucked royally. I let the hot water pulse over my soapy body, afterimages of last night passing through my mind and feeling myself getting aroused all over again as I thought about how it felt to finally have my son back inside me -- shivering with wonder at the lovely cock my Scotty possessed and how it made me cum and him not a day from having lost his virginity. I finished up, feeling a tremble of lust ripple through me as I toweled off, remembering my son doing this the evening before and how good it felt when he'd dabbed the soft terry-cloth against my wet pussy. I was thinking along the lines of returning to bed and seeing if I could wake him up in the naughtiest way as I combed the tangles out of my hair. I emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me although it occurred to me that considering the current state of my family that such modesty was silly. I was padding back to my bedroom when I heard Scotty's door open. I turned to see my son standing there wearing a bed robe, belt tightly cinched around his waist. He looked at me bashfully and whispered, "Mom...can you come here, Mom?" The Naughty Family Ch. 04 I quickly reversed direction. "Scotty? How long have you been up? Why aren't you still in Momma's bed." He looked at me nervously, his hands wandering a bit in distress. When I approached, he remained in the doorway, blocking my entrance and I had a moment of deja-vu as I recalled his panicked appearance at his dorm room door just two days ago. "Mom...Mom..." I reached out and placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back into his room. "Scotty, what's wrong?" When he didn't answer, I slowly put my arms around his neck and guided his head down so that we could press our foreheads together. "Son, why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" We locked eyes for a moment and finally, Scotty opened his mouth and replied, "Mom...last night was -- wow -- wonderful and I wanted to know if we could um...Mom, can I fuck you again." I grinned and answered, "Scotty, you can fuck me whenever you like. I told you. In this family, things have changed for good!" I reached out and took his hand and added, "C'mon, we'll go back to bed and..." I paused as my son stiffened his hand and didn't allow himself to be moved. "Son?" I said. "What's wrong." He pulled me back to him and again rested his forehead against mine, surprising me as that was always my move to calm or center him. "Mom...can we...Mom, I want to fuck you here in my room. Just you and me, Mom." "Oh, baby," I cooed -- feeling moved by his request. I knew full well that part of this was based on his psychological needs -- too much sensory input with his father and especially his sister in the room, but more than that...this was deeper and more personal. My son...my new lover wanted alone time with his mother. I felt pussy juice drip down my thighs at the realization of my son's passion for me." I began working the sash to Scotty's robe, saying, "Honey, are you wearing anything underneath this robe?" My son replied, "Mom...nope, I'm naked, Mom," just as I parted his robe, his very erect and very thick cock standing upright against his belly. "Mmmmm, nice, Scotty. I love your cock." I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, pleased that he immediately parted his lips and greeted my tongue with his own. After a long kiss during which I slowly stroked his erection, I whispered, "Son, guess what Mom has on underneath this towel." Scotty giggled and replied, "Mom...bet you're naked, Mom." I nodded and then after kissing my way from his lips to his ear, I licked his earlobe with my tongue and replied, "Yes, Momma's naked and she's wet for you, Scotty!" I nibbled on his ear for a moment and then whispered, "Why don't you find out?" I barely got the words out before my son lashed out with a hand and ripped my towel away! I gasped at his forcefulness, both surprised and aroused by his directness. Scotty reached out and with a little bit of possessive roughness, cupped my right breast, squeezing and kneading my meaty tit before his fingertips closed around my swollen nipple and pinched it hard. I let out a loud and passionate moan and then slammed my lips against his, kissing my son while I ground my naked body against his. As Scotty's tongue danced with mine, I used my arms encircled around his neck to leverage me up slightly against him so that my freshly washed and still damp bush scratched and tickled his throbbing cock. My son let out a pleased groan and I felt his hands cup my butt cheeks and lift me up and against him for firmly. We both let out sighs of pleasure as I felt my labia slide up the length of his thick shaft. I suddenly had renewed appreciation for his wiry, yet muscular body. I wasn't exactly a lightweight with my zaftig figure, but between his recently muscled up form and maybe the excitement of getting to fuck me again, Scotty seemed to have no problem picking me up. I spread my legs around his waist and as the bulbous head of his cock pressed between my pussy lips, I rolled my hips and squirmed anxiously until I felt his thick cock head slip into the opening of my cunt. "Oh yes, Scotty, love," I panted hungrily, "Fuck Momma now!" My head spun as I felt us begin to move backwards. We tilted for a brief second and then I heard the bedroom door slam and I realized that Scotty had kicked it closed just as we crashed into it, my breath being driven from me from the impact and from the incredible sensation of my son's cock sliding deep into my wet pussy! It felt incredible feeling Scotty's pussy so deep in me, driven there by his thrusting efforts and by the sheer force of gravity. With his fingers digging into the fleshy cheeks of my ass, my son rammed his cock into me again and again even as his tongue wrestled with mine, taking me closer to orgasm stroke by sweet stroke. Scotty wasn't smooth about it -- he was shaking with desire and anxiousness, his body speaking of his eagerness to both please me and to simply be with me. Anyone who's ever fucked standing up will tell you it's not something you can do for long, no matter what shape you're in and finally, realizing he was close to the limits of his endurance, my son grunted with effort and carried me, still impaled on his cock to his bed which I noticed for the first time, had the covers drawn and a couple of my candles sitting on his bedside table, lit in a sweet effort to add to the ambiance. Gently, as if I was the most precious thing alive, Scotty sat me down on the bed, it's high sitting mattress leaving us perfectly positioned as I kept my legs wrapped around his buttocks while he remained standing and gasping, "Mom...love fucking your pussy, Mom!" as he began to fuck me hard and fast. I was helpless to do anything but lay back and take his thick cock -- not that I'd have changed a thing as I was drowning happily in an ocean of incestuous pleasure, enraptured by the sweet, hungry smile on my son's face as well as the sensation of his hands now caressing and mauling my breasts and the feeling of his cock filling me up again and again. "Fuck me, Scotty!" I whimpered as an incestuous orgasm crashed down on me. "Fuck your Mom hard...she loves you so much, son!" Then I was gone, lost in the storm of utter pleasure, aware of only my body, writhing with ecstatic torment and of my first born, bringer of such incredible carnal joy who was fucking me so earnestly and lovingly. When the madness of orgasm had receded, I discovered that my son had literally fucked me across the bed -- bedspread and sheets in a tangle and my head more or less pointing towards the brass filigree of his head board. My legs were draped over his shoulders and I was curled up below his thrusting body enough so that he could alternate between licking and sucking at my throbbing nipples and giving me wet, sloppy kisses. Through it all, was his never ceasing cock, driving into me with the vigor that only a young man could muster. Whenever his lips were free of my body, he was moaning, "Mom...love to fuck you, Mom...love you, Mom!" I reached up with my hands and ran my fingers through Scotty's sweat soaked hair, guiding his face to my lips and then to my breasts, reveling in the touch of my son's tongue and lips. "I. Love. You. Too. Scotty!" I gasped, near breathless from his forceful and wonderful thrusts, his throbbing cock opening me up and yet making me feel so damn full. Tears began streaming down my face again as they had last night as the sheer power of how my son made me feel overwhelmed me even as another orgasm overwhelmed me, reducing me to a babbling blob of human flesh being torn asunder by unimaginable pleasure! All the love that I had for my son seemed to well up from inside me -- flashes of his birth and holding him for the first time, hearing his first word as he looked up at me from his crib, smiling and cooing, "Ma-ma," fixing his inevitable scrapes and scratches as a youngster, struggling to help him cope with his disabilities, being so proud of his teenage triumphs and so amused at his endless conflicts with his sister -- all those memories building up to the new plateau he and I were now on and turning the powerful and ever growing maternal love that I had for my firstborn into something infinitely greater -- something that coupled familial love with sexual passion that took us to a world of sheer carnal bliss! "Mom...oh, oh, Mom!" Scotty stammered and I felt him thrust hard and deep, his wonderful cock burying itself inside my pussy and then he exploded, his cock head swelling without warning and then my son was filling me with his hot semen, thick jets of his creamy and fiery seed that for a sweet slice of eternity seemed like it would never stop, making me feel utterly complete, both as a woman and a mother. "YESSSSSSssssssss," I cried out, my voice withering away in the throes of my orgasm. "Oh, yes, son, Mommy loves you too!" Together as mother and son, we clung together, riding out our incestuous orgasm, merging for all too brief a time as one being of purest love -- two hearts beating as one, two minds joined as one in the name of absolute love and adoration. Finally, our ecstasy began to recede, leaving us still joined and still loving each other, happy in our joy. I lay spent, but exhausted under my son, feeling his semen hot and warm in me, triggering for the first time in a long time the urge to give my lover a child for all the pleasure I had been given. I giggled through my gasps and tears at the thought of being a mother again and by my own son at that. "Mom...are you okay, Mom?" Scotty, gasped, his body still trembling at the intensity of our shared climax. I nodded and kissed him long and hard before answering, "I'm fine, son. Mom's just been having some naughty thoughts." My son smiled down at me, his weight feeling good on me, especially as he discovered he could give me sweet aftershocks of pleasure by gently thrusting forward with his still mostly hard cock buried in my cum filled cunt. "Mom...this isn't ever going to end, is it. You and I are going to fuck and love each other forever, aren't we, Mom?" He said it with such love and eagerness, it kept me teary-eyed with all the powerful love I was feeling for him. "Yes, Scotty. You and I are going to be naughty lovers forever and ever." Scotty smiled and buried his face between my still heaving breasts, sighing happily as I considered the truth of my words. After a few minutes, my son's breath became more even and I realized he'd fallen asleep, his still semi-erect cock still inside me. He moaned softly as I flexed my pussy muscles around his wonderful penis. I could feel sleep creeping up on me, but it came slow as my mind was filled with such naughty thoughts. I heard a cry from elsewhere in the house, recognizing it immediately as the sound of Jilly being pleasured by her father. I smiled at the image of John, my beloved husband, between our daughter's widespread legs, making love to her for the first time of many today. My thoughts drifted to all the naughty things our family might do before day's end and all the naughty things our family would discover in the days, months and years ahead. Images of Sindy, Diana -- our daughter's best friend and even the motel clerk, Madiya, entered my thoughts and the naughty ways they might interact with us. I went to sleep with my arms and legs wrapped tightly around my son, thinking and dreaming of our naughty family and the new, deep reservoirs of love that we had discovered and the naughty adventures that awaited us. To be continued? Post Script...no promises, mind you, but maybe we'll come back to visit this story again. I certainly left enough loose threads to tease you with!