11 comments/ 134946 views/ 36 favorites Matt's Vacation Revelation By: monsterrdude When Matt's parents first mentioned this year's family vacation to kick off the summer, he was less than thrilled. It wasn't that he didn't get along with them, he just thought it was, well, lame. His mother wanted the whole family to get together before he went back to college (his sister would also be starting her freshman year), and wanted them to be alone. Some colleague of his dad's owned his own island in the Caribbean, and offered to let them use it. That part was cool, and he knew the house would be awesome, but vacationing at the beach was supposed to be in a college party town with pussy running around everywhere, not stuck on a secluded island in the middle of nowhere with no one around but family. His only solace would be the scenery. Sure, staying in a tropical paradise would offer a scenic panorama equaled no where else on earth, but that wasn't what he had in mind. No, Matt had a dirty little secret. At just under a year younger than him, Matt's sister Nicole had blossomed into an all natural boner-fide hottie. And, from Matt's point of view, his mother was definitely the reason why. He had always felt guilty about ogling and having impure thoughts about the only two women in the world he couldn't have and wasn't supposed to look at, but not guilty enough to stop. Not to mention, he had become a pro at looking without being caught. He considered himself a master. ******** "How many swimsuits are you taking, Mom," asked Nicole. They were in Nicole's room, Donna helping her daughter pack. "I don't have as many as you, dear," she replied. "I'm not a hot little coed." "You may not be in college, but you're definitely hot, Mom," said Nicole. "How bout I take all mine and we can share?" "I couldn't wear these, I'm a mom," she replied, holding up a particularly skimpy thong. "Besides, if we both dressed like this, it would kill your brother." "I know, right?" she giggled. "He thinks he's so subtle. The other day I caught him trying to sneak peeks up my skirt." "And you, no doubt gave him a show, didn't you?" It was supposed to be a reprimand, but she couldn't be mad. After watching Nicole strut her stuff, she, herself had shown off a little. Both women were flattered and enjoyed being an object of desire, no matter how wrong it was. Besides, Matt was a hunk. As long as it went no further, it was no harm, no foul. "Maybe a little," Nicole laughed again. "Be nice!" "C'mon, Mom, he's a perv," she replied. "I was being nice." ******** Matt was already having the time of his life. By the time they left for the airport, he had completely changed his mind about vacation. Nicole and his mother had gone shopping and bought up every revealing article of clothing in town, it seemed. His dad had even noticed, although he hadn't said anything. But Matt knew. Sneaking peeks for years, he knew what to look for, and caught his dad checking Nicole out. This vacation would definitely create masturbation fodder for years to come. Apparently for both Matt and his Dad. In the airport, while he and his father took on the familiar job of carrying all the luggage, Donna and Nicole paraded through the airport like royalty, loaded with only their carry-ons. Meanwhile, Matt took in the first exciting view of the vacation. Mom was dressed demurely in khaki shorts and a loose fitting top, but her clothes had always looked good on her. Her semitransparent white blouse revealed the outline of her bra, while accentuating the tan, toned skin around it. Noticing that her short, tight shorts were more risque than he thought at first glance, he relished the tempting sway and teasing cheek-peek of her youthfully round ass as she walked. And Nicole. Gawd damn! Were they boy shorts? Booty shorts? Whatever they were called, the spandex-like material hugged every curve, and crawled just slightly into the cleft of her delectable ass, the hem ending just below her firm cheeks. The titty shirt she was wearing wasn't much different than the ones she usually wore, except that the spaghetti straps on this one made wearing a bra impossible, barely restraining the delicious jiggle of her C-cup breasts, the soft material rubbing her nipples just enough to keep them on point. In addition, her low riding shorts coupled with her short, tight shirt clearly showed the dimples in the small of her back. The waistband of her panties rode slightly above the waistline, giving a professional ogler like Matt the perfect opportunity to follow it all the way to the sexy thong arrow nestled at the top of her crack. "What are you looking at, boy?" asked Jack, leaning over, talking quietly. "Dad! I'm... nothing," answered a flustered Matt. "It's ok," he chuckled. "We have two of the hottest blondes in the world, showing off for all to see. You can look, but, remember, you can't touch. We damn sure don't need any two-headed babies with tails running around." "Damn, Dad!" Matt laughed. "You don't say anything about me looking and liking and I won't say anything about you," he said. "Deal?" "Sure, dad," said Matt, thoroughly confused. He had spent years thinking he was the biggest pervert in the world for looking at his own mother and sister like that, and now his dad was openly admitting to doing the same thing with his own daughter. Not to mention the don't ask, don't tell conspiracy to look freely upon them. Weird! Nicole and Donna waited in the background while Matt and Jack checked the luggage. As soon as they finished, the ladies immediately unloaded their carry-ons on Matt and his father. Giggling, they rushed off, leaving the two men carrying everything once again. Resigned to their fate, they followed close behind through security and to the boarding gate. After only ten minutes, it was time to board the plane, when Matt got his first surprise. He figured his parents would sit together, but Donna held him back at the line, grabbing her carry-on from him, claiming she couldn't find her boarding pass. He tried not to stare as she bent over to look for it inside the bag, but the sight of her deep cleavage as her shirt drooped open was too tempting. With two buttons undone, he could see the top of both tits all the way down to the cups of her bra, where her nipples made the slightest dark spots in the thin material. The enticing jiggle as she dug through the bag caused an all too familiar stirring in his loin. He tried unsuccessfully to hide his growing bulge. "Oh here it is," she said, grabbing it out of one of the outer pockets. "Silly me..." There was a distinct pause as she looked forward, eye level with the sizable bulge in his shorts. "C'mon Mom," he stammered. "They probably won't wait on us." "Of course," she said, recovering from her shock. Walking through the tunnel on the way to the plane, she thought about the bulge she had just discovered. Over the years, she had become pretty adept at creating hard ons, and had always liked checking for the telltale signs, but the size of Matt's took her completely by surprise. Was that thing for real? she wondered. Matt couldn't believe his luck. First, he had seen those tits he had always dreamed of. Sure, they were covered with a bra, and her bikinis over the years had covered less, but he could clearly see where her nipples were. That was a first. Now it looked like he would be sitting by her on their long flight, giving him more opportunities to see more of her. He had been looking forward to sitting with Nicole, but this was even better. This was the jackpot! On the plane, he saw his mother reaching up to put her bag in the overhead. He was about to comment on being so many rows behind his father and Nicole, who seemed to be ignoring each other, when he was struck dumb. As Donna stretched, her amazing body was put on full display. He ran his eyes up her legs and across the swell of her gorgeous ass. With her arms over her head, her tits jutted up and out, pulling her loose blouse taut against them. Nice. "Want me to put yours up here, too, sweetie?" she asked. "No, it's ok," he replied. "You wanted to sit by the window anyway, didn't you?" He should have let her do it. His hard on was worse after her little stretch show, and the only open spot in the overhead was right at the seat. If she even glanced in his direction, she'd see it. Shit! She did. Donna was mesmerized once again by her son's obvious erection. She gazed freely at the lump in his shorts, unaware that Matt had seen her. As she followed the length of her son's boner, she marveled at its sheer length and girth. Wow, she thought, that might just be the biggest cock I've ever seen! Although she'd never had any complaints about her husbands package, Matt was clearly much bigger than his dad. With a slight smile, she decided that before this trip was finished, she would see his bare cock, somehow. She would just have to be careful not to go too far. She wondered if Nicole knew, deciding not to tell her. Matt was embarrassed. Taking as long as he could in putting his bag up, he wondered how bad she would chew him out. She had to know that looking at her had caused his raging hard on, and then he saw her looking at it. He could only imagine how pissed off she was. She must have been beyond pissed because she just kept staring. Sitting down beside her, he cringed inwardly, waiting for her wrath. Or, worse yet, her rejection. He stared straight ahead, trying to make the damn thing go away. "You have to put your seatbelt on," said Donna, raising the armrest between them and grabbing the belt on either side of him. "We're about to take off, you know." "Sorry, Mom," he said, reaching for the belt, trying to ignore his mother's firm breast pressed against his arm. Talk about making it worse! She shook his hands off and latched the belt, the back of her hand lightly grazing the head of his cock, making it throb uncontrollably. "There," she said, patting his thigh. She wrapped her arms around his arm and leaned on his shoulder, her left hand on his knee. As she pushed his arm back down, his hand rested on her thigh, just below the hemline of her shorts. He left it there. "I'm not ready for an empty nest, Matty. That's why this vacation means so much to me. It's my chance to be alone with you and Nicole before you leave me." "It's just college, Mom," he laughed. Donna was the only person in the world who could call him 'Matty' and get by with it. "It's not like we're never coming back." Despite his lighthearted demeanor, Matt was on pins and needles. With his arm nestled between her soft, warm breasts, his hand on her bare thigh, and the womanly smell of her perfume so close to his face (the same perfume that had provoked so many spank sessions), there was no way his woody was going down now. Not to mention, she had touched his cock! He knew it was accidental, but wow! "No, it's different now," she said. "After college you and Nicole will go out an make your own lives, while I'll be left alone. I know that's how it's supposed to be, but I don't have to like it." "It won't be like that, Mom," he replied. There was something he didn't like about what she'd just said, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Are you sure you don't mind spending two weeks with just us," she asked. "There won't be any pretty girls for you to look at this time, you know." "I'll survive," he replied. "Are you going to tell me you don't mind not having anything pretty to look at," she teased. "Who said I wouldn't? You'll be there, won't you?" He knew she was fishing for compliments, a game they played quite a bit. "Yeah, like you'd want to look at your old mother instead of some gorgeous, young, barely dressed lollipop." She said, rolling her eyes. She leaned back, took his hand in hers, put his arm around her, and put her head on his chest. Her left hand was still on his knee. Looking down, she could see his cock throb as she held his hand against the side of her breast. She almost giggled. In spite of her control, she could feel her nipples hardening, and the familiar tingling on her clit. Teasing Matt was taking it's toll on her own resistance. "My gorgeous mother isn't old, thank you," he retorted. "And she's definitely sweeter than some lollipop." They shared a laugh as the plane came to a stop. The stewardess's spiel about how to put on a seatbelt and how to get out of the plane if you somehow miraculously survived a crash had just ended. Donna released his hand, which stayed planted firmly against the side of her breast. She rested her own hand on his waistband, just above his throbbing dick. Looking past her head, still nestled on his chest, he could see her cleavage and just a hint of her bra. He stared openly as the plane took off. "Ooh," she giggled, as the sudden force of being airborne and gaining altitude sent a lurch through her stomach. "That part always catches me by surprise." "Yeah, me too," he replied, still staring at her cleavage. He brought his left hand up to hold on to her forearm. The sudden weight of his hand caused her own to shift downward, tantalizingly close to his boner. Close, but not quite. Pretending to shift in his seat, he pulled the lapel of her shirt open with his other hand. Not quite enough, though. He tried again. "Matty," she said. He jumped. "Yeah?" Shit! He was busted. He jumped again as the seatbelt light turned off with a ding. "What are you doing, Mr. Jumpy?" she teased. "Just getting comfortable." He tried to sound nonchalant, but it was hard to do. His heart was still pounding. "Oh," she said. "It felt like you were trying to get a little naughty with your old maw." He said nothing. Here it comes, stupid, he thought, you just had to go too far, didn't you? "Cat got your tongue?" she laughed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he stammered. "I was just getting comfortable." "Liar," she said, sitting up, disengaging his arm. Her hand was still on his knee as she stood up. "I have to go the ladies room." He tried to scoot back in his seat, but to no avail. He relished her superbly sculpted ass as she inched her way to the aisle. With that perfect ass just inches from his face, he was in heaven. How bad he wanted to reach out and touch it or just press his face into her succulent cheeks. She seemed to take longer than necessary, but he wasn't complaining. Reaching the aisle, she leaned over and kissed him. "Be right back." ******** Up in the 15th row, the action was mild. Nicole had, on several occasions, been fully aware of her father's lecherous stares. Obviously, she was compelled to continue giving him a good show. She had enjoyed putting on her little display in the airport, and knew exactly what her mother was doing when they boarded. Although she had been looking forward to sitting with Matt and completely blowing his mind, she didn't mind sitting with her Dad. Mom probably needed Matt more right now, and showing off for Daddy usually put him in a better mood anyway. Then he went too far. At least Matt had a little self control. She toyed with the idea of switching places with her mom, but knew it'd never happen. It started out ok; she could almost feel her father's eyes caressing her ass, but as she found their row and stretched to put on a show similar to her mother's (unknowingly, of course), her dad pressed into her. He had apologized, claiming he was putting his own carry on in the same spot, but he rubbed his groin against her ass, nonetheless, grabbing her hips and grinding into her. Several people on the plane saw him do it and it embarrassed the hell out of her. She sat down in a huff and began reading her magazine. He had tried several times to engage her in conversation, but to no avail. He blew it. Asshole. ******** Matt was reading one of the in flight magazines that they put in the pocket on the back of the seats. He had already adjusted his boner to a more comfortable position, and had even managed to make it subside a little. The boring magazine helped a little, but the lingering aroma of his mother's perfume damn sure didn't. He mentally chastised himself for getting caught, but, since she didn't seem too mad, he decided to just let it go and behave himself from now on. "I'm back," said Donna, turning to her side to inch her way past Matt. He might have to keep his hands to himself, but he could still look. Plus, he was a little disappointed in himself for not noticing what kind of panties she was wearing. Nicole's thong had been obvious, but he hadn't even looked for his mother's panty lines. Dumbass! As she sidestepped slowly in front of him, he looked closely. So closely, in fact, that he didn't notice her looking over her shoulder. He still didn't see any panty lines, but he did notice a lump in one of her back pockets that he didn't think had been there before. And there it was. A thong. Then she wiggled her ass. He looked up and straight into her eyes. "Bus... ted!" she singsonged. Giggling, she wiggled her ass one more time, then sat down. "Sorry," he muttered, reddening with embarrassment and lowering his head. How stupid can you get?! "Sorry you were looking at your mommy's ass, or sorry you got caught?" she whispered into his ear as she leaned onto his shoulder and put her hand back on his knee. He had no intention of looking down her shirt, but as he tried to turn toward her, he immediately figured out what was in her pocket. She had unbuttoned another button, and his eyes were instantly drawn to her nearly (tantalizingly) exposed breast. Her other boob was blocked by her body laying on it, but her right breast was so close. The lapel of her blouse still covered her nipple, which stood proudly, poking the thin fabric out. He could see the darkened outline of it through the sheer material. "Cat got your tongue again?" she teased. "Would you like something to drink?" The drink cart had made it's way from the back of the plane, so there was no warning. They both jumped and Donna quickly closed the front of her blouse, but not quickly enough. "Two scotch and sodas," said Donna, surprising even herself with her composure. Matt sat quietly, looking at the seat in front of him. He didn't even glance over, as his mother leaned down to put down the tray. "Make them doubles." "Nice," whispered the stewardess, as she put the cups on the tray. She stood up again, grabbing four bottles of scotch, then leaned in to put them on the tray. "But don't let that bitch see you, she's holier than thou," she added, rolling her eyes toward the other stewardess. While Donna mixed their drinks, Matt sat quietly, wondering just how lucky a guy could get. Not only did he come close enough to seeing his mother's tits, that he figured he'd eventually get a good look at them, but another woman had also looked and liked. Awesome! Donna winked at him, handing him his drink. It tasted like medicine. "Now, where were we," teased Donna. Matt shrugged and looked at her. "Oh yeah, you were ogling your own mother," she said. "Are you so desperate for eye candy that you have to settle for ogling an old ugly woman?" He laughed. "Seriously," said Donna. "There are all kinds of young, good looking girls on this plane and in the airport, why would you want to look at me?" She wasn't fishing this time. Jack had all but lost interest in her; developing a taste for young hard-bodies, apparently. Naturally, Matt's interest in her was flattering, but she really didn't understand it. He was a young hard-body himself, why would he rather look at someone twice his age? "They don't even compare to you, Mom," he said. Evidently, she didn't mind him looking, so he might as well be honest. "Yeah, right," she said, turning toward him in the seat, leaning back in the corner between the window and the seat. "Yeah, it is right," he replied. As uncomfortable as it was, he turned toward her, the armrest digging painfully in his back. Because he could see her nipples, he wouldn't have had it any other way. He managed to drag his eyes up to meet hers after a momentary glance. Matt's Vacation Revelation "You're just saying that." Now she was fishing. "You heard the lady," he chuckled, moving his gaze from her eyes to her nipples and back again. "You look nice." "I knew you'd like that," she laughed. "I'm sure she was just kidding, though." She wondered if Nicole had kept her promise about not going too far. She didn't really like the way Jack kept staring at her, but she'd become case hardened. He liked them young, nowadays. "Maybe, but she was right," he replied, earning a big smile and a soft, lingering kiss. ******** Donna didn't have anything to worry about; Jack kept digging himself deeper. He had even tried to butter her up with booze from the drink cart, but to no avail. She was barely talking to him and insisted on Dr. Pepper rather than the Jack and Coke that he ordered. He figured she'd prefer some girly drink anyway, but his patience was wearing thin. "What are you so pissed off about, anyway," asked an exasperated Jack. "I'll give you a hint," she seethed. "It may have had something to do with dry-humping." "Look, I'm sorry," he said, sounding truly contrite. At first. "But what did you expect? I mean you've been flaunting your shit all over town, showing everyone who wants to look everything you have to offer. Then you parade around the airport shaking that sweet little ass for me; what am I supposed to think?" "Maybe you should think that I'm your daughter, and that maybe you shouldn't try to fuck me through my clothes! And who told you I was doing it for you?" "Watch your mouth," he replied. Now he was getting pissed. "I told you I was just putting my bag up." "Oh what ever!" she said. "Shhh!" he interjected. "Keep your voice down!" "I want to trade places with Mom." "You stay right there," he replied. "We need to work this out." "Fine," she said. "From now on, I'll make sure to wear baggy clothes around you, and you can just keep your paws and everything else off of me. How's that?" "Fine," he replied. "And you can just forget about college. Pay your own way, you spoiled little bitch! Teach you to be a prick tease." He tried to stop her as she stood, but noticed all the people staring. There was a pretty big guy who looked menacingly at him, so he let go, unaware of just how many people had overheard the entire conversation. If looks could kill... Nicole tried to hold back the tears as she made her way down the aisle. She failed. "If you follow her, I'm gonna follow you," said the big guy, his face inches from Jack's. ******** Matt was in heaven. His mother had kissed him like a lover, and he definitely responded. Their lingering kiss had turned into a tongue duel that lasted a while. With the seats across the aisle from them empty, no one was the wiser. Emboldened, he moved in for another kiss as soon as it ended, but she moved away. "Wow!" she whispered. "I know," he replied. "What younger girls?" "Stop it," she giggled, slapping his arm. "You're just being silly. I don't have anything on them." "Yes you do." "Like what," she asked. "Hips, for one thing," he replied. "The girls my age just don't have hips." She giggled again. Nicole appeared just as they were moving in for another kiss; one that would probably be a doozy. Donna was disappointed, yet relieved. She had let herself go too far. Nicole, on the other hand, felt worse. Her original plan was similar to what it looked like here. She'd always had the hots for Daddy, and thought she wanted him. But then he turned into a pig. Matt (whom she'd also had a lifelong crush on) obviously had much more guile and class than her dad. She should have stuck with Matt. "Mom, can we trade places?" she asked, sitting in the seat across the aisle, where there were only two seats. She was still crying. "What's the matter, honey?" She stood up immediately, inching past Matt again. "Behave this time," she whispered. Matt pinched her ass, thinking she did a very good job not jumping. She stepped on his foot. Hard. "Nothing, I'm ok," she said, scooting over to the window seat. Donna sat down, putting her arm around her daughter. "Don't tell me 'nothing', honey," said Donna. "Tell me what's wrong." Nicole looked over and saw Matt, watching attentively. She didn't want to cause trouble and ruin their vacation, but drew a complete blank as she tried to think of a good lie. She told them the whole story. Donna had to restrain Matt as he tried to leave, telling him to just let it go. Then Donna had an epiphany. She told Matt to scoot over to the window and put Nicole in the middle. With her on the aisle, she could keep both of them from going to their father and causing a scene. She consoled both of them for a while and managed to talk Matt down. His intense anger scared her a little, and made her proud at the same time. His loyalty lay with her and Nicole. It was comforting. She had her own secret. "I have to use the ladies room again," said Donna. "Can I trust the two of you to stay here and not go attack your father?" They both nodded. Donna made her way to the back of the plane. "So what were you and Mom doing?" asked Nicole. "Just talking," he replied. "Bullshit," she said. "You two were making out. How come you never tried that with me?" There were tears in her eyes again. "Like Dad did? Look where it got him." He regretted it as soon as he said it. She began to cry again. It broke his heart. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. She resisted just enough to let him know she was still hurt, then relented. "So, why didn't you?" she asked. "Are you not interested? Or am I not pretty enough?" "Honestly?" he asked. She nodded. "You are so hot!" he said, speaking quickly. "And I can talk to you about anything. I can't tear my eyes away from you when you're around; I can't stop thinking about you when you're gone. You damn right I'm interested, but I didn't want you to think I was a pervert." He loved the immediate and profound change in her demeanor. Her facial expression began changing as soon as he began to speak, and ended in a blissful smile. Flirty even. As he leaned in to kiss her, his hand immediately stole to her breast. He thought of it as a natural reaction. She didn't resist, although she did cut the kiss off before either of them were ready. "We can't let Mom catch us," she said, a little out of breath, pushing his hand away from her tit. "Yeah, I guess you're right," replied a reluctant Matt. He had made out with both of them in a matter of minutes. This was going to be a great vacation! "So, how much did she show you?" she asked. "Nothing." "Bull-shit," she giggled. "God, her nipples were about to poke holes in her shirt. Did you see them bare?" "No, I came close, but didn't get a look at them." he replied, taking another sip of his drink. He almost spit it all out when Nicole lifted her shirt, baring her breasts for him to see. He quickly took in the entire beautiful sight. She was a solid C-cup with pretty little pink nipples; no where close to as dark as his mother's, from what he could tell. Firm and upstanding, her awesome tits barely jiggled as her shirt brushed over them. They were the prettiest tits he'd ever seen. "You're welcome," she chuckled, pulling her shirt back down. "Did she show you anything else?" "When she passed in front of me to get to the window, her ass was right in my face," said Matt. "That's when she turned her head and caught me looking." "Are you serious?" she giggled. He nodded. "Move to the aisle, so she'll have to do it again." He figured Nicole would move to the window, but she stayed put. "Are you going to stay there?" he asked. She nodded. "You want to look at it, too, don't you?" "Maybe," she said with a mischievous grin. "Hey, you can't leave me hanging like that," he laughed. "Ok, fine," she began. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." "I promise." "I make her try on clothes all the time, just so I can see her naked. I think she's sexy as hell," she said, her face turning red. Matt nearly creamed his jeans, wishing he could see them both naked. "I'm back," said Donna. "Are we playing musical chairs?" "We knew you wanted to sit by the window, Mom," said Matt. "Yeah, just because Dad's an asshole, doesn't mean you have to do without," added Nicole. Donna felt obligated to scold Nicole for talking about her father that way, but knew he deserved it. Deciding to let it slide, she hoped against hope that Matt would behave himself as she inched her way past him. She gave him a little wiggle as she looked over her shoulder and saw him staring once again. She looked over her other shoulder to give Nicole a conspiratorial wink and was shocked to see her gazing just as intently as Matt. She was floored again as Nicole gave him a little nudge and bit her bottom lip. Flustered, she sat down. Despite the burning sexual tension felt by all three of them, no one said a word. Donna reclined her seat and leaned back into the corner of the seat and wall just behind the window. She should have put her bra back on, but it was so much more comfortable without it. She had simply buttoned up. Matt and Nicole both took their mother's cue and leaned their own seats back. Nicole put her right arm under her mother and lay her head directly on her left breast. She held back her laugh as she felt the nipple harden against her cheek. Matt, on the other hand, lay on Nicole's shoulder, his hand snaking up her shirt, wrapping around her bare titty. The nipple was already hard. They slept for the remainder of the flight. After reclaiming their carry on bags (Matt gave Nicole a little pinch as she stretched to get hers.), they disembarked the plane only to meet a completely livid Jack. It looked like he'd had a few too many drinks on the plane. As he went through his spiel about how bored he was sitting alone and how disrespectfully he'd been treated, both women were cowed. Matt, however, was pissed. Loaded down with all three carry ons (he insisted on taking them), he immediately dropped them. With Nicole's story adding to his father's dickhead behavior, Matt was at the end of his rope. But someone beat him to the punch. Literally. He saw the big guy walking toward them, but thought nothing of it. "Excuse me, sir?" the man asked politely, gently pulling Jack's shoulder to turn him around. As Jack was about to mouth off, the man punched him hard enough to knock him down. He then, leaned into Jack's face and spoke in a low, conversational tone. "I've seen enough. If you speak to these ladies in that tone again, I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you. Understood?" Jack nodded, trying to suppress the blood flowing from his nose. The man stood and turned to Matt. "Sorry kid. Didn't mean to steal your thunder, but I've been waiting to do that for hours. When your pretty mom here has had enough, give her this." He handed Matt a card. He was a lawyer. Damn the irony. After shaking hands with Matt, he walked away. "Well, this vacation is getting off to an interesting start," laughed Nicole. "You shut up!" said Jack, in an obviously hushed tone. "Help me up, Matt." "Fuck you," Matt calmly said, putting the card in his back pocket. "You're lucky he came along, or I'd still be whipping your sorry ass. If you ever touch Nicole or talk to either of them like that again, I'll kill you." "Come on kids," Donna interjected. "Let's go get the luggage. Jack, get yourself cleaned up and we'll meet you in front of the terminal." "Oh, you think you're in charge now?" grated Jack. Donna grabbed Matt's arm when he tried to turn around. Telling Nicole to help her, they guided Matt away. On the way, Donna pleadingly lectured them both about keeping their father happy. Both kids knew there was more to the story, but didn't press her. They'd find out soon enough. Donna finally let go of Matt when they figured he had calmed down enough. Matt and Nicole were holding hands. They rented a cart to put all the luggage on as they made their way to the front of the terminal. Matt enjoyed another view, as the two women in the world that he loved the most, shook their asses in front of him. Nicole had even turned around to wink at him. Approaching the front of the terminal, they noticed Jack leaving the ticket line. "What are you doing, honey?" asked Donna. Her words were endearing, but her actions suggested otherwise. She didn't get close. "They're having a crisis at the office," said a subdued Jack. "I have to go back for a few days. You guys go ahead. There's a limo out there waiting to take you to the ferry that'll take you to the island." "Do you want us to wait for you to get on the plane?" asked Donna. "Use your head, Donna!" The asshole was back. "They won't let you through security without a boarding pass. Just go, and I'll be along in a few days." Luckily, Donna thought, the kids are out of earshot. Without kissing her husband goodbye or even another word, she walked out to the sidewalk where Matt and Nicole were waiting. Matt was smoking. God how she wanted a drag! Jack had finally bitched enough for her to quit a few months ago. She made up her mind. "Give me one of those, Matty," she said to a completely shocked Matt. He was expecting a reprimand. "Do you have enough for both of us, or do we need to get some before we get on the boat?" ******** After the short ride to the docks and a long ride on the boat, they had finally arrived. Workers from the ferry carted all their luggage down the dock, up the stairs, and into the front room of the beautiful house overlooking the ocean. "This place is awesome!" shrieked Nicole, as she looked around the huge living room. There was a good sized kitchen just off the living room, separated by a bar, with a breakfast nook in front of massive windows overlooking the beach. In fact, the entire front of the house had beachfront windows. On the other side of the living room was a staircase leading to the three bedrooms upstairs. Carrying their bags, they raced up the stairs to check out the rest of the house. The two smaller (though pretty good sized) bedrooms shared a large bathroom with both a walk-in shower and a tub, while a large Jacuzzi tub graced the Master Bedroom. Each bedroom overlooked the beach with large windows, and a door granting access to a long deck that ran the length of the house. There was an upper deck on the back side as well, overlooking the swimming pool and hot tub, each deck furnished with patio furniture. In the distance, they could see a waterfall amid the vegetation. Matt came to the sudden realization that with all the uncovered windows along this deck, that he would definitely see both of them naked. He couldn't wait for it to get dark. "Well, now what?" asked Donna. "Let's go swimming," said Nicole. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!" She ran into her room to change. Matt took this opportunity to get close to his mother, who was leaning on the rail, looking down at the pool. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her ass into him. "Matt, we can't," she said, standing up and turning around to face him. She meant to turn him away, but when he pulled her close and leaned in for a kiss, her body betrayed her and she relented. As their tongues lovingly entwined, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, his hands making their way to her ass. She brought her hands to the back of his head and began running her fingers through his hair. They ground into each other as he pulled her into him. Pressing his luck, he brought a hand up to her breasts. Lightly squeezing and tweaking her nipples, Matt lovingly caressed the same boobs that had nourished him as infant. The irony wasn't lost on him. She allowed it until he moved down to go up inside her shirt; then she pulled away just before he captured his prize. His mother's bare tits were still so close, yet so far away. Dammit! "We can't," she gasped, her breath ragged. "I'm sorry. I let it go too far." "Why not, Mom," asked Matt. "We both want to; what's the problem?" "I'm your mother. We shouldn't have even gone this far, no matter how much we may want to," she replied. "Let's go swimming and cool off." With that, she walked into her room to change, quickly closing the door behind her. Matt lit a smoke and leaned on the rail. He wasn't as disappointed as he figured he'd be. In fact, he was encouraged, knowing that before the vacation was over, he'd break down her inhibitions. After all, she'd said 'we' want to. Plus, there was Nicole to think about, he thought as she suddenly appeared. Turning to look up at him, she mouthed 'where's Mom?' He nodded toward her bedroom. Nicole, in turn, pulled her bikini top aside and flashed her tits at him again. Giggling, she told him to hurry up and get down there. She was wearing a thong. He watched her while he finished his smoke, smiling as she inched her way into the pool, rather than just jump in and get used to the water all at once. She'd always been a wuss like that, he mused. When she heard him laugh, she flipped him off and told him to hurry. This time, he did. ******** Donna was on an intense roller coaster of emotions. Her recent lack of attention had completely countermanded her sense of propriety, leaving her feeling guilty. Her sexual attraction for her son (if she was being completely honest), had begun a long time ago. She could finally admit that, in addition to being a flattering power trip, her teasing little shows had always been more of a seduction, at least subliminally. But during the flight, her teasing, coupled with Matt's positive reaction had unleashed a wantonness that she'd never known about. Not only had she willingly allowed him(and herself) to go to far, but she had also enjoyed it. And she wanted more. Then there was Nicole. Her daughter's approving stare at her ass had released a sexual inclination that she'd repressed for years, thinking it was completely squashed. Sure, she had played around with other women in college, but that was a long time ago. Now she found herself physically attracted to her own daughter as well. What was wrong with her? She looked at herself in the mirror. Her string bikini did show off her curves and, turning around, she liked the way the smaller fit hugged her ass nicely. She was certain that Matt would love it. And Nicole too, for that matter. Stop it! She chided herself. But she couldn't help it. Looking out the window, she noticed Matt approaching the pool in his swimsuit. As she gazed upon his half naked masculine form (feeling that familiar tingling she'd felt all day), she noticed Nicole saying something to him as he entered the pool. He quickly looked up to the deck to see if she, Donna, was out there, then replied. God, she could feel the sexual tension all the way in here! She suddenly had an idea. It was obvious that her kids were about to play around, and figured she could kill two birds with one stone. She attributed her newfound desire for her children to her sexual inactivity of late. Because she hadn't been laid in forever, she figured she could just masturbate, make the horniness subside, and let Matt and Nicole get their own friskiness out of their system. Then she'd surely be able to control her temptations. Right? Deciding to give it a try, she walked out onto the deck. "Kids," she called, stifling a laugh as they jumped apart, obviously guilty. "I'm gonna try out this Jacuzzi before I go swimming. You guys go ahead; I'll be out in a bit." The lightly tinted glass of the doors made it impossible to see through them from outside in the daytime, so she turned the recliner around to face the window and made herself comfortable. Her bikini was sitting on the bed. Matt and Nicole simply stared at each other while waiting. As she watched them resume the obvious foreplay they were up to before she interrupted them, she began toying with herself, letting go of her inhibitions for one delicious session. With one hand high and one low, Donna began her self-help therapy. Matt's Vacation Revelation ******** After finishing his smoke, Matt had quickly changed into his swimsuit and joined his sister at the pool, which was even bigger than he'd thought at first glance. It's shape reminded him of a kidney bean with a beautiful rock waterfall in the middle. The 4ft shallow end ran just past the waterfall, where it drastically jumped to 12ft in the deep end, complete with a diving board. The hot tub was on the patio beside the shallow end. Nicole, who had been under the waterfall, moved toward the steps as Matt quickly descended. "Wanna have a quickie before Mom gets out here?" she teased, holding her bikini bottoms in her hand, just above the water where he could see them. Dumbfounded at first, Matt approached her. After checking to see if his mother was near, "I swear you're the most incredible girl I've ever met!" he replied. As he put his arms around her waist, she put her thong in his pocket, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Then Donna scared the shit out of them, announcing that it would be a while before she joined them. Nicole giggled as they jumped apart, looking at him with such a longing that he had a hard time not going back to her. He knew his mother had probably gone straight to the bathroom, but he couldn't take the chance. Besides, becoming lost in those beautiful brown eyes, was still one of his favorite pastimes. "It doesn't have to be a quickie now," she cooed. "Come here." They melted into each other's arms as he moved in, Nicole wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as they began kissing. After a long, passionate, yet surprisingly gentle make-out session, they reluctantly pulled their lips apart and embraced in a loving hug. Nicole was lightly grinding her bare pussy on his raging hard-on under the water, as they both closed their eyes and savored the moment. They knew they had just changed everything. Both welcomed the new change with open arms. "I love you," said Nicole, still resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you too, Sis," he replied. It was more of a natural reaction, though it had been a while since they'd said it. But somehow it felt different. Deeper. More meaningful. She read his mind. "No," she said. "I LOVE you." She desperately wanted him to understand. "And I said 'I love you too'!" he replied, grabbing her ass and helping her rub against him. "But I'm still a little confused, though." "What about?" "Well, you came back there to us crying," he began, "because Dad tried to get into your pants. Then 5 minutes later you're showing me your tits an letting me feel them while you stick your tongue down my throat. What's that all about? Not that I'm complaining." "You haven't been around this year," she replied. "Dad has been a total dick. The only time he's in a good mood is when I show him some skin, otherwise, he's a hateful bastard. But when he started dry-humping me in front of God and everybody, it pissed me off. The way he treats Mom, I'd never let him have me." "What's going on?" he asked. "I don't know, he's just different," she said. "I was worried about Mom for a while. She slipped into a funk that I couldn't get her out of no matter what I did. She got better when it was time for you to come home, though. I swear, she cows down to him every time he starts being an asshole. They used to fight all the time, but now they just kind of ignore each other. I don't even think they fuck anymore." Matt was trying to make sense of it all, but to no avail. His sister's sweet vagina still rubbing against him sure didn't help matters. He'd noticed a bit of coolness between his parents, now that he thought about it and it sure explained his mother's sudden naughty streak. He suddenly realized what he'd missed on the plane. "Mom said she'd be left alone after we went back to college," he said. "Think she means they're about to get divorced?" "I don't know," she replied, lowering her head. "But I'm pretty sure you and I both just blew college. Dad said I had to pay for it myself when I wouldn't let him touch me. Something tells me he won't pay for yours either. He may be a little upset with you." "So what do we do now?" asked Matt. "Right now, I think we need to finish what we started," she replied, putting her feet back on the ground. "Take off your shorts." The soft, seductive tone of her voice sent a jolt straight to his cock. More than happy to comply, he quickly shed his suit and threw them to the side of the pool. He missed. Nicole giggled as she watched them slowly sink to the bottom of the pool, resuming her wraparound position. Now she could rub her pussy up and down on his bare cock. They began kissing again. ******** Donna was delightfully frustrated. With a finger on her clit, a completely wet pussy, and pinching, tweaking fingers moving from one nipple to the other, her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her. Although most of their scrumptious bodies were underwater and out of her sight, she could see that they were definitely busy under there while they passionately kissed. She was well on her way to a pleasantly satisfying orgasm when they pulled apart and embraced. She continued her clit and nipple play while she watched them talk, but couldn't figure out what in the hell could be so important to talk about. She knew they were about to fuck; why not just get to it? But she also didn't mind the delay. The longer she held out, the better the climax would be. She finally saw Matt take off his swimsuit and toss it just short of the side of the pool. As they resumed their kissing, she picked up the pace of her masturbation. ******** Matt was a little frustrated as well. His sister was quickly and forcefully rubbing her pussy up and down on his rigid cock, but kept pulling away each time the head first penetrated her moist opening. It took a few times before he realized she was teasing him. With one hand firmly holding her ass, pulling her closer to him, he brought the other one up to play with her tits. He pulled her top down, exposing both breasts. It was a little difficult to tweak her nipples between their pressed together bodies, but he managed. They were still making out, their tongues squirming around each other like horny snakes. As he pulled away and began kissing and nibbling her neck, she let out an involuntary groan. "Oh, this is awesome," she whispered. "I love you so much." "I love you too, baby," he replied, moving to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers through her body. Matt reached down to her ass with both hands, guiding her up and down his hard shaft as they began to kiss again. When his cock finally seated itself in front of her invitingly forbidden entrance, he thrust his hips forward. Nicole held stock still, groaning as his cock finally penetrated her. Because their bodies were completely submerged, she hadn't seen the size of his cock and was utterly surprised at how much it filled her. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. Realizing he was finally fucking the girl he had always wanted, but never thought he would, Matt took full advantage of the situation. He furiously pounded in and out of her, delighting in the way she desperately clutched him, her arms tightly around him, her head on his shoulder, as her grunts and groans became music to his ears. He held her tight while her first orgasm swept through her shuddering body. "Mmmm... yeah!" she cried. "This is soo awesome!" She desperately sought out his mouth, violently resuming their kissing. ******** Donna was a writhing mass of pleasure as she squirmed around on the recliner. She now had both hands working on her pussy, one rhythmically stroking her clit while three fingers of the other thrust frantically in and out of her sopping hole. She had moved her hand from her tits down to finger her pussy when she noticed how firm and beautiful her daughter's breasts were and, since this was the masturbation session to end her newfound perversions, she allowed herself the tawdry visualization of actually sucking and nibbling on them. But she almost went over the edge, had sort of a mini orgasm in fact, when she saw Nicole throw her head back and groan as Matt's thick cock entered her. From what she'd seen on the plane, Donna could imagine how good it must have felt and, once again convincing herself it was therapeutic, imagined herself looking down at her son as he plunged deeply inside of her. "Ohh, this is so wrong!" she whispered, trying to hold her orgasm back. But how could something so wrong feel so right? She relished the utterly erotic scene as their fucking intensified, her hands now moving wildly on her pussy. Thrusting her hips up to meet each plunge of her fingers, she watched as Matt and Nicole lost themselves in their intense fuck session. Dangerously close to orgasm again, she slowed down her hands to prolong the sensation and to hold out for Matt's climax. Just as she heard Nicole yell out her pleasure (loud and clear through the closed sliding glass door), she had to stop her hands completely. Seeing the look of delight in Nicole's face as she came almost sent her over the edge for a second time. She successfully held back once again, suddenly realizing what she was actually waiting for. Knowing Matt was riding bareback, she wanted to see if he'd pull out or actually pump his seed into his fertile sister. She knew it would be wrong, but in her highly aroused state, she desperately hoped he would. ******** Matt was also having a hard time holding back. When Nicole came, he almost lost it completely. Now he felt obligated to give her another one. Not that he minded making this fuck session last as long as he could. In fact, after waiting so long to finally get into her pants, he never wanted it to end. As far as holding out goes, though, he took a dangerous risk. Pushing her body back slightly while still pumping vigorously in and out of her, he craned his neck down to suck on one of her tits. "Yeah," she whispered. "Mmm that feels so good!" She wrapped her arms around his head, forcefully holding his head pressed tightly into her breast. Meanwhile, Matt sucked and nibbled with abandon, pulling her tit deeply into his mouth, then releasing and latching onto just the nipple. Her hips were violently matching his thrusts, The thought of just exactly what it was that he was actually doing coupled with the satisfied grunts and moans if his increasingly satiated sister, who was moving closer and closer to another orgasm, nearly finished poor Matt off completely. Somehow he held on until he heard the telltale signs of her impending climax, then he was done for. "Here I go," he announced, letting go of her breast. "I gotta pull out." "No... don't... you... dare!" she cried between gasps of pleasure. To drive the point home, she clamped herself tighter (somehow) around his waist and pulled his head back into her titty. "Cum... in... me! Nnnngghhh yeah!" He had no choice. With Nicole firmly wrapped around him and his cock lodged completely inside of her, he pumped his seed inside her as deep as he could. He always preferred cumming inside rather than pulling out, and rubbers just flat out suck, but the idea of pumping his cum inside his own sister was a perversion that intensified his orgasm ten fold. Coupled with her moans of pleasure and rocking hips, he came for a very long time. As Nicole's hips finally subsided, they clung to each other, Matt's semi hard cock still buried to the hilt. "God that was awesome," she gasped. "That was the best fuck I've ever had." She was still catching her breath. "I know, right?" he replied. "We shouldn't wait so long next time." He kissed her tenderly, which she more than willingly returned. ******** Donna, still valiantly holding on, was teetering on the edge of cumming too soon. She would work furiously on her sensitive pussy until she was almost there, then back off to hold out for both the end of her kid's sex marathon and the powerful, earth shattering orgasm promised by all her self pleasuring. She watched intently as Matt and Nicole took their coupling to new heights, finding it harder and harder not to simply let go and bask in the sweet release. But she wanted more. "Oh that's so good!" she gasped, as Matt leaned down to suck on one of those youthfully firm boobs. While definitely keeping an eye on the action in front of her, her mind's eye wandered into the tantalizing realm of her darkest, most forbidden fantasy. In her mind, she had the best of both worlds. She imagined herself being powerfully fucked and lovingly suckled by her gorgeous son, while at the same time she was the one sucking on Nicole's breast. She could almost feel her daughter frantically pulling her, Donna's, head into her breast. She had seen Nicole naked on countless occasions and knew how pretty they were, making her fantasy more vividly detailed. Then came the moment she was waiting for. Nicole, who had obviously given up any pretense of being quiet, had just begun her second (second?! she thought) climax, when she distinctly heard Matt declare that he would pull out. But before her mind could scream "NO!", she heard Nicole's response saying essentially the same thing. "Ah... Ah... Mmmm!" she cried, as the sweet release of her taboo fueled orgasm began it's long, intense sweep through her body. "Oh fuck yeah," she unintentionally cried out too loudly, not caring if they heard just then. Matt was obviously cumming inside his sister. She lay back enjoying the afterglow of the best climax she'd had in recent memory. Sure she had masturbated plenty since Jack had lost interest, but no toys (she had a few), or online porn could even come close to creating the deliciously satisfying sensation of watching her kids having sex. No, fucking. After releasing her repressed fantasies (and liking it) she could call it "fucking." She began to blush in spite of herself. She liked being bad. Her "stroking it out of her system" plan didn't work either. Well, she mused, it didn't do what she originally intended, but it definitely worked. Maybe we can all go skinny dipping now. By the time she put her bikini back on and headed downstairs, she was smiling from ear to ear. ******** "We need to get dressed before Mom gets here," whispered Nicole, her head resting on Matt's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. Their position remained unchanged, neither ready to let go of one another. "Yeah, let's do that," he replied, unmoving. Nicole giggled, then put her feet down, disengaging herself from his cock, but they remained in each other's arms. She didn't tell him about the sudden emptiness she felt, afraid he wouldn't understand how much deeper it went than the mere physical aspect. She'd always been that way. Rather than go through the hassle of trying to explain her deeper thoughts, she usually just kept them to herself. "That sucks," he said. "It's like part of me is missing now. It's hard to explain, but..." She cut him off with a kiss. It lasted quite a while. While both knew that getting caught was a genuine possibility, neither wanted this entire experience to come to an end, unsure when they'd get chance to do it again. It was Nicole who broke the kiss. "I'll get our clothes," she said, fixing her top. Matt was afforded a generous view of her sweet ass as it came up out of the water when she dove down to retrieve his shorts at the bottom of the pool. It was nice. He still couldn't believe the amazing chain of events that made this the best day of his life. He knew it sounded corny, but, looking back, he felt like he'd just won the lottery. As Nicole popped up out of the water, her right breast popped out of her top. He tweaked her nipple. "Hey!" she laughed, caught off guard, quickly covering up her titty. "Behave, Mom could show up any minute." "You're the one that let it out," he replied with a smile. "Besides, we need to talk her into joining us." "Yeah, I see that happening," said Nicole, rolling her eyes as she put on her thong. "You don't think it's worth a try?" he challenged. "You just got some, and now you're already plotting your next conquest?" she griped. "I guess I'm just not good enough for you." She turned her back to him. "No... Baby, that's not what I meant," he pleaded. Shit! He grabbed her shoulder, but she refused to let him gently turn her around, her body shaking rapidly in what could only be sobs. He felt like the biggest shit-heel in the world. "Baby, I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to." She finally let him turn her around, her body still shaking. She backed away, making him feel worse, until he saw her face. His look of guilty concern quickly transforming into confused surprise was all Nicole could take. She finally let out the hearty belly laugh she had been holding in, her laughter paralyzing her long enough for him to get a hold of her. "Oh, you little shit!" he bellowed, picking her up and slamming her down into the water. As she came up still laughing, she splashed him with one hand and held up his swimsuit in the other. "You're too easy," she laughed, then mockingly deepened her voice. "'Baby I'm sorry.' You should've seen the look on your face." She splashed him again, holding his trunks high over her head. He moved in. Neither of them were aware of Donna, who had heard the whole thing, until Matt looked up and froze. Then Nicole looked, quickly dropping her hand back under the water. Donna stifled a laugh at the 'deer in the headlights' look on both of their faces and Nicole's failed attempt to hide Matt's trunks. If she had any remaining guilt, it was the idea that she'd be taking advantage of her still impressionable kids. Now that she knew otherwise, the last of the guilt was gone. So they wanted to seduce her together, huh? The endless possibilities sent a shiver down her spine. And she couldn't resist her ornery streak. "Matty," she began, "we forgot towels. Would you go get us some?" She watched Nicole slip over to her brother and put the trunks in his hand. The urge to laugh was almost unbearable. "What's that in your hand?" "I'll get 'em," Nicole interrupted. "Where are they?" She quickly pulled herself up out of the pool. Donna noticed her thong. "Don't get cheeky with me, young lady," said Donna. Her reprimanding tone caused Nicole to whip around, looking surprised. It was all Donna could take. She guffawed. Matt, who had watched her look at Nicole's ass, got the pun immediately and laughed right along with his mother. But Nicole was still chagrined at nearly being busted, making her a little slower on the uptake. "Very funny, Mom," she finally said. "Thank you; I'll be here all week," answered Donna, who seemed to be on a roll. "There's a linen closet in both bathrooms. Come on, I'll show you." Matt wasn't sure what was different about his mother. Pulling on his trunks, he thought about it. She'd shown a more adventurous side today, but had also been a little neurotic about it. Now she seemed more relaxed, even joking with them. She had to know he'd been naked. But instead of confronting him about it, she just let it go. Maybe her bath had been just the thing she'd needed. Of course he was happy. After what Nicole had told him, she needed to be in a good mood for a while. He was just unsure of where they'd go from here. When they returned from the house, Donna was on her cell phone, her good mood obviously gone. Nicole mouthed 'Dad' to him as Donna sat sideways on one of the lounge chairs. That son of a bitch, thought Matt. She was finally having a little fun and now the motherfucker had to ruin it for her. Someway, somehow, Matt would get even. And this bullshit about treating these two women, his two women, like shit was going to stop. That was for damn sure, one way or the other. Nicole joined him in the pool, but her demeanor had changed as well. They stood still, side by side and watched their mom. Matt put his hand on Nicole's ass. She let him.