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Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 01

By: Many Feathers



I'd been married to my wife Jackie for the past twelve years now, and we had what I believe to be, an amazing relationship for one thing. For another...we had two pretty amazing kids too. Though "kids" isn't exactly the right word to be using I guess. Rob, was Jackie's son by a previous marriage. His father walking out on the two of them when he was just learning how to walk. Chris, my daughter, the same age as Rob having recently turned nineteen, and both of which would soon be heading off to a local university together. Chris had never known her mother...except through a few photos I still had around. Marsha, my first wife had died during childbirth.

In the beginning, Jackie and I both had concerns with regards to how well our own kids would get along, and whether they would both be able to accept our mutual authority in raising them. Much to our surprise, and perhaps the similarities in how we believed kids should be raised, it went far easier than I could have ever imagined. Chris took to Jackie just as though she were her own mother, and Rob I think finally got the male bonding he'd been looking for and needing most of his young formative life. But even more importantly, both kids got a sibling they enjoyed being around. It was rare to ever find the two of them arguing over anything or not getting along with one another. Maybe it had something to do with them not actually being real brothers and sisters to one another, though for the most part they seemed to consider one another just that, though not by blood.

But, like I said in the beginning. I think a lot of that had to do with Jackie more than myself really. She had a way of just listening when either one of the kids just needed to express themselves, get something off their chest without brow-beating them, or even disagreeing with them at the time. Most of the time, given a little time, each one of the kids ended up making the right decision in the long run. Jackie was always the one telling me to "give them a bit more time...they'll come to their senses," she'd very often tell me. And ninety percent of the time, they did. The other ten percent? Well, let's just say...we all learn by our mistakes. If we never made any, we'd never learn from them either.

The only thing I'd had a bit harder time dealing with than Jackie did, was whenever one or usually both of the kids ended up having what I termed a "sex question". Not that I was necessarily shy about discussing things like that, but it was always easier for me to do so, especially with Chris asking the questions, if I included Jackie at that moment. I preferred having Jackie there with me to add the more feminine point of view to whatever curiosities Chris might have. Whereas Rob on the other hand, usually accepted the simple basic explanations without needing to follow up with another "why" question. Once his curiosity about whatever it was had been answered, he was good to go. And it didn't seem to matter to him if it was me...or my wife who was the one answering his question. It was mostly who happened to be around at the moment more than anything else.

The only thing Jackie and I did notice early on, was the moment either one of them left with whatever question they'd had for us being answered, was the fact that Rob and Chris were soon after camped out in one another's room shortly after that. No doubt comparing notes, or at the very least, sharing with one another the recent thing they'd just learned or found out about. With them both being the same age, and within just a few weeks of one another, it actually saved Jackie and I a lot of time repeating ourselves for one thing. Though we did on more than one occasion, purposely bring them both in when we felt the matter was important enough to have done so.

With as old they both were now though, those days of adolescent curiosity seemed like a lifetime ago. In a way, I almost missed it. We still had family chats every once in a while, though more like adult discussions whenever we tended to have a difference of an opinion on one topic or another. But those more "interesting" days when either Rob or Chris got curiously excited about something...usually sexual in nature, seemed to be a thing of the past.

The one really good thing that I saw coming out of this, was that Jackie and I would soon have the entire house all to ourselves. With the kids heading off to a local university, they'd already been out looking for an apartment they could share close to the school. Something that both Jackie and I were in favor of. It would certainly save on expenses for one thing, and they'd still be living close enough that we'd actually see them once in a while. Yet giving us that extra-special time alone and privacy the two of us had been craving lately.

You see...the other thing I so loved about Jackie was her total lack of inhibitions. In bed, she was more than any man could ever hope to be married too. Nothing was out of bounds, or off limits with her, provided it didn't really cause any pain...or cause either one of us to be stoned by the local townsfolk. Though even then...there were times I wondered.

Now, oddly enough...even though Chris was my daughter, she actually looked more like Jackie than she looked like me. And for those who didn't know the whole story, many thought that Rob and Chris were in fact fraternal twins. Rob's somewhat darker colored hair and similar build looking more like my own, though he certainly had Jackie's green eyes, with about the only thing Chris and I sharing, were her dark brown eyes. Chris and Jackie both wore their shoulder length hair in very similar styles, making them look even more like mother and daughter, not to mention the similarities in their breasts, roughly the same size just by looking at them as they stood side by side. And they had on more than one occasion in fact, worn one another's clothes. In a way for Jackie, it was like having a younger sister she could share things with, and as I later learned, very often did. Not just in clothing, but in sharing intimate personal discussions with one another, though very often that's all I was ever given to know...that they had. Not what they'd actually discussed or talked about.

Life seemed to be moving forward in a natural direction. We were to any who knew us, the average normal every day family.

And all that was about to change.

**

It was a typical Friday night, or rather the first Friday of the month. A night in which Jackie and I very often went to visit with our very best friends. Sometimes they came to visit us, but most often we went to see them as their kids had already left the nest so to speak. And because of the almost two hour long drive to see them, it wasn't uncommon for us to end up spending the night, staying in their guest room. Especially if we'd had a bit too much to drink the evening before, which was usually the case. And though I had grown to like Darren and Barbra well enough, they were more Jackie's friends than mine, knowing her when she'd been married to her Ex, only excepting me after she and I had been together for a while.

The thing about Darren was, he'd always had a thing for Jackie, something that didn't exactly go unnoticed, or much appreciated by Barbra whenever she caught him looking after her best friend that way. Which again, usually happened after Darren had had a bit too much to drink.

So far, the way the two of us saw it, it had been no more than a little harmless flirting. Jackie actually enjoying the attention and teasing somewhat, though always quick to reassure her best friend it would never go beyond that. So far, it hadn't. And so far up until now anyway, there'd never really been too much of a problem because of it. But on this particular night, for whatever reason, we got a phone call on Jackie's cell when we were almost half way to their place.

"Hey, what's up? We're about...what?"

Barbra had called while we were on the way. It was evident that something was going on just in the change in my wife's tone of voice as she sat there listening to her friend over the phone.

"Oh Barb, I'm so sorry...no, don't worry about it, we haven't come that far yet," she told her friend over the phone looking towards me. Already I was slowing the car looking for a place to pull over until I got the rest of the news. "No, no, like I said...we haven't driven that far, no big deal. Yes, maybe next month...see how it goes, I'm sure by then, all this will have blown over and sorted itself out."

Jackie spoke to her friend for a moment more, though once again mostly listening before finally saying good-bye, and then hanging up.

"Home James," she spoke trying to sound good-naturedly about it. And then filled me in. "Obviously...they had a fight."

"Obviously," I said turning the car around heading back home again. "What happened? Or need I even ask?"

"Well, apparently, Darren wasn't any too happy with her choice of clothing this evening. Told her that her blouse was cut too low in the front for one thing, and that her skirt was too short. Told her to go in and put on something else."

"You're kidding me right?"

"No...that's what she told me. Said he all but threw a fit when she refused to do that. Said it was ok for him to ogle me...but that you weren't allowed to ogle her...not that you would."

"Of course not," I joked. Another thing I never worried about. Jackie was good about me ogling all I wanted to, though Barbra had always been careful in the past about letting too much of her own body show off too much. Now I knew why. Apparently, she'd had enough of Darren's double standards and had decided to even the playing field a little prior to our arrival. Darren however, obviously didn't see it that way, and they'd ended up in a full-blown fight over it. Barb had told Jackie Darren had already stormed out of the house heading off to his favorite local tavern. And under the circumstances, our coming up there this weekend wasn't probably a very good idea. I couldn't have agreed more, and was quite happy to turn the car around and head home again. If anything, I was actually looking forward to not visiting with our friends this particular weekend. Very often, until we got back home at least, Jackie was less inclined to do anything of a sexual nature while we were there. The guest room was right next door to their bedroom, and we very often overheard the two of them having sex. Something that Barb once told Jackie, was almost a given for them, whenever we came to visit. It was almost expected, which again was another reason Jackie thought it wise that we didn't. If we could hear them...

"Well, I don't mind telling you babe...I'm almost glad we're heading home. I've been horny enough all day as it is, and wasn't looking forward to having to keep my hands off you for an entire weekend!"

Jackie laughed at that. "Yeah, me too. I was thinking the same thing, and had pretty much decided to rape you once we got there anyway, just because I am," she informed me. And then surprised me a little as she suddenly began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing.

That was one of the things I so loved about my wife. Not only was she still playful, mischievous, she could be under the right circumstances, downright gutty. And this apparently was proving to be one of those times. Though it was starting to get dark, it was still possible for someone to pass us by on the other lane and see into the car. Jackie didn't seem to care however as she finished peeling off her blouse, unhooking her bra, and throwing both items into the back seat.

"Goodness Jackie!" I stated looking over at her as she sat there topless, those gorgeous breasts of hers clearly revealed, not only to me...but to anyone else who might happen to drive next to us and look inside. She laughed at that. 

"What?" She said teasingly, fingering her hard taut nipples. "Just remember to keep your eyes on the road," she reminded me. "Or I'll put these away again."

It didn't take long to feel the stiffness in my pants competing with the bottom portion of the steering wheel. Jackie didn't fail to notice that either, now reaching over, unzipping my fly. As hard as I was, it took a minute or two for her to finally wrestle my stiff prick out of my shorts, finally freeing it. We still had thirty minutes ahead of us before we got home however, and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to last that long. I needn't have worried. Taking me by surprise once again, Jackie leaned over engulfing my prick inside her mouth as we drove.

"Fucking A!" I exclaimed as her sweet warm mouth fully engulfed my shaft as she began sucking it. Once again she giggled around my dick, still sweetly sucking it.

"I'll only let you come if you promise you can get it up again after we get home," she informed me. That wasn't a problem for me either. Given a few minutes in between time, I'd easily done that for her before. And I knew going in this would be no exception, as aroused as I now was.

"That's a guarantee," I told her watching an eighteen-wheeler pass us by on the left, though the driver had made no notice or indication he'd seen anything, quickly moving ahead of us as Jackie continued to lap away at my blood engorged cock. Seconds after that, I felt the first delicious surge of my cream shooting into my wife's mouth as she proceeded to devour me. Soon after, she sat up still licking her lips, still fondling her breasts.

"Now I'm really horny!" She announced as she reached back over the seat retrieving her blouse and bra, though I was delighted to see her only put her blouse back on again, stuffing her bra inside her purse as we took the exit off the freeway, heading towards our subdivision.

Pulling onto our street, the first thing we both noticed was that all the lights were off. Not all that surprising, as it was possible that one or both of the kids had gone out for the night, especially being a Friday night. But the car was there. We had given the kids a car to share, which again they managed to do without too much argument over who needed or was using it. But with it being parked in the driveway, that meant that mostly likely they were both home. But with all the lights out, especially this early in the evening, it was an interesting curiosity.

"Maybe they're downstairs in the den watching a movie," Jackie wondered aloud, and then turned towards me. The den was on the opposite side of the house with the sliding glass doors extending out towards our patio from there. If that's where they were, no lights would be showing on this side as we pulled into the drive and then on into the garage. "Please tell me you put that DVD away," Jackie stated somewhat worriedly.

"Shit!" I responded, confirming her worst fears. "I forgot!"

It wasn't that we'd be too embarrassed that the kids would discover an X-rated movie still sitting in the DVD player, they both knew we had them and actually watched them from time to time. And to be honest, we'd never made an issue with either one of them about not watching anything like that themselves, after all...they were both adults now. The problem was...this was one we'd made of ourselves, and had enjoyed watching together the evening before while the kids were out.

Jackie just shook her head. She wasn't really mad at me...but I knew she was concerned about the kids discovering their own parents had made an X-rated movie of themselves, and had discovered it.

"It wasn't labeled," I said hoping against hope that with nothing being on it to indicate what it was, the kids would simply set it off to one side prior to watching a regular movie.

"And you think that would stop either one of them from being curious about it if they saw it?" Jackie asked.

I had no answer for that and smiled sheepishly as we exited the car. 

"Let's find out," Jackie suggested as she led me not through the back door into the house, but around back through the gate as we cautiously and quietly approached the den area in the back. Once again, the lights were off, though we could see the light blue flicker of the large flat-screen TV throwing off light, confirming the fact that the kids were at least watching something on the TV. "You'd better pray David," she told me, as she crept close to the house, taking my hand in hers pulling me behind her as she did. In fact I was. If the kids had discovered our X-rated movie, and were watching it, I could only surmise that would be the end of any more erotic activity for us that evening. Jackie was slow to get angry. But when she did...

And I honestly was praying they'd be watching something else. Anything at this point, even another one of our X-rated movies would be fine with me under the circumstances. At least that wouldn't be nearly as bad as peeking in around the corner and seeing the two of us up on the big screen while our kids sat there on the couch eating popcorn, watching the two of us having sex.

Even before looking in through the window myself, my worst fears were realized however just by the look on my wife's face. She was stunned, and I knew then I was about to look in and see my cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy as the kids sat there watching the two of us. Before I could move closer to do that however, Jackie who was still holding my arm pulled me back out of the way. She looked wild-eyed, unable to speak for a moment. I had no words of my own either, visions once again of Rob and Chris sitting there in a state of amused shock perhaps, watching their parents fuck wasn't anything I could find words to comment about.

I opened my mouth to speak, though again not sure of what I could even say as Jackie placed her hand over my mouth leading me away even further into the darkness of the back yard.

"What?" I mouthed only now even more confused and alarmed than I had been. A few feet further I felt it was safe to actually speak, though still whispering, and asked her. "They are watching us aren't they?" I asked.

Jackie nodded her head yes, though I knew just in the way she'd done that there was more to it than what I'd imagined. And then I saw the strangest thing...her expression changed to one of shocked, embarrassed surprise, to one of pure unadulterated lustiness.

"Not only are they watching us fuck...they're fucking while doing it," she told me.

"They're what?" I said almost too loudly, forgetting myself, though luckily we really were too far away for anyone to have overheard me say that. "Jesus!" I allowed myself to say expelling my breath. "Now what do we do? Are you sure?" I added, now needing to see it for myself, and immediately creeping back over towards the door so I could do just that.

To my surprise, Jackie followed behind me. "Don't do anything," she warned, "promise me," she said tugging on my arm just enough that I looked back towards her, nodding my head in agreement. 

"I won't, but I need to see this for myself," I added.

Peering around the corner in through the window, I felt five kinds of emotions all at once. Each one competing with the other as I tried to prioritize my thoughts, let alone what it was I was actually seeing. Initially I felt shock of course, not only at seeing Jackie and myself there in all our decadent glory up on the big screen, but at the angle the kids were sitting on the "L-shaped" couch there in our den. Chris sitting in Rob's lap riding him in a backwards cowgirl, both totally naked of course, fucking slowly away as the two of them sat there watching us. My second emotion was confusion, heaped upon with a sort of morbid curiosity at actually seeing my own-daughters beautiful naked body. Her full breasts so tantalizingly revealed, bouncing up and down a bit as she rode Rob's hard stiff cock. Another sight I found myself trying to somehow digest as he held on to his sister's hips, peering around the other side watching the two of us as we continued to fuck up on the screen. Me...now kneeling behind Jackie, thrusting in and out of her in a frenzy, both of us periodically looking towards the camera, smiling wickedly at it as we did.


Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 01



"Jesus!" I said again as I felt Jackie's presence as she leaned in next to me, likewise looking in at the two of them herself once again. As all those emotions fought for some semblance of control, there was now an additional one that began making an appearance, which was even more troubling to me. I was becoming aroused watching the two of them. And with all of that going on at once, I felt unable to move, to speak, to do anything but just stand there, as now Jackie was doing. Sort of. And then I looked over at her. She had hiked up her skirt, her hand was down between her own legs and it was immediately evident what she was standing there doing to herself.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Jackie?"

"Shh, you don't want them to hear us or see us out here do you?" She whispered though she made no attempt to quit touching herself, continuing to watch. I looked back myself, Chris still riding Rob's cock, though she had now reached down between her legs, obviously toying with her own clit as she did so. Her other hand now pinching and pulling on her hard erect nipple, stretching it out as she attempted to further pleasure herself. And then added to all that, Rob's magnificently hard cock spearing his sister's cunt as she lifted herself repeatedly, nearly freeing it, only to slide herself slowly down over it all over again. 

"I'm not sure we should be standing here watching this," I finally managed to say, though my dick was saying otherwise. Something that didn't go unnoticed either.

"Tell me you're not perversely aroused by this," Jackie surprised me by saying. "Because admittedly, I am!"

Admittedly I was too, but I hadn't dared to say anything, once again my emotions fighting for control over which one was supposed to win out. But when Jackie reached over once again rubbing my cock through the front of my pants, one finally did.

"Just be quiet," she told me. "They need never know we saw them doing this," she added. I wasn't too sure about that, but now was not the time to sit here and discuss it either. Especially with my hard cock now in my wife's hand as she stood there playing with it, still playing with herself simultaneously. The fact she'd been horny earlier I am sure had something to do with all this, though it was a decadent, perverse fascination to be standing there spying in on our own kids having sex, watching their parents likewise doing the same. And now Jackie and I fondling one another watching them, watching us.

It seemed all so surreal.

"Fuck me," Jackie whispered undoing her blouse once again. In seconds, her magnificent breasts came into view as she likewise reached up hiking her short skirt up around her waist, removing the black thong she'd been wearing stepping out of it. "Hurry David, stick it inside me, fuck me before they finish!" She half pleaded.

I couldn't believe we were actually doing this, but I had long since tossed any guilt feelings out the window, my own arousal suddenly off the scale. It was beyond anything I'd ever felt before, stepping behind my wife now as she leaned forward slightly accepting me. Jackie's pussy was about as wet and slick as I'd ever felt it. My cock immediately bathed in her warmth, her slippery juice inhaling the entire length of my prick as I thrust into her balls deep in one fell swoop. I heard her catch her breath, her full breasts dangling there provocatively as I caught our own reflection in the glass. A vision that now added even more decadence to everything else we were seeing as I began to match rhythm with our son and daughter as they continued to sit there on the couch fucking one another.

Jackie began doing to herself, what Chris was doing. Frigging her own clit, Rob's cock fully enveloped in his sister's cunt, mine inside Jackie as she in turn half stood, half leaned, her fingers busy twirling around not only her clit, but at times my cock as well.

Movement however caught both our attention, as Rob must have said something to his sister, though neither one of us had heard it. A blessing in disguise perhaps, that if we couldn't really hear them all that clearly, then they couldn't have heard us either. But Chris suddenly extricated herself off her brother's cock and spun around rapidly, now kneeling on the floor between his legs. Her hand immediately coming up to replace where her pussy had been only moment's ago. She immediately sat there stroking his dick up and down, her lips and mouth only inches away as she opened it in expectation of receiving his ejaculation.

Just seeing her do that, I now felt my own balls tightening in need of release, not to mention a sudden additional surge of wetness coming from Jackie as her own pussy liquefied pleasurably around me.

Even as my second intense load of the night raced up the length of my shaft, we both stood there watching Rob's prick suddenly explode. 

I'd had more than my fair share of pretty amazing cum-tosses in my time, especially if I'd gone a few days. But watching Rob's prick as it began to squirt, was easily one of those. It was like watching it in slow motion too. One powerful amazing squirt after the other leapt from the tip of his prick. Chris made some effort to catch some of it in her mouth, but she then actually directed the majority of it against herself, specifically against her tits, bathing each one copiously with his continued spurting. But the show wasn't over yet.

Having come myself once already, my second load wasn't nearly as much as the first one had been, already my orgasm beginning to finish inside my wife's cunt as Chris now stood up fully in front of her brother as he took over jacking himself off. One, and then two final major squirts still rocketing out of his prick, landing against his sister's pussy as she stood there spreading herself apart with her fingers. I had an out of body experience briefly standing there watching her do that, imagining my lips and tongue snaking out to surround my daughter's hard little clit. She was standing there doing just that to herself, watching Rob's final two spurts as they landed against her, precisely on her hard little love-button. And then...she came!

"Holy shit!" Jackie and I said at almost the same time. As Chris stood there, her hand a blur now as she rubbed her clit furiously, this small thin streamer of girl spunk suddenly erupted from her cunt. She stood there spraying her brother's cock, though mostly his chest as he continued to sit there holding his cock, directing it purposely against the spray of his sister's still equally spurting pussy. As she did, I heard Jackie squeal, and then heard as well as felt the delightful waterfall of her own cunt as she too released. She didn't do that all the time, but every once in a while, she had what I called a "gusher", and she was having one of those now. Unlike Chris' streamer, a thin watery spray, Jackie gushed. It was like turning on the bathtub faucet full-blast, though it only lasted for a few moments or so. I could hear the spray, or rather gush of my wife's juices as they poured out, hitting the soft paving stones beneath our feet. She was moaning almost deliriously as she did, still thrusting backwards against my somewhat spent cock. As quickly as she'd done that however, she now stood, straightening her skirt again, slipping off me.

"Are you sure she's not your daughter?" I now asked jokingly having witnessed the unbelievable thing we'd both seen. 

"Are you sure Rob's not your son?" She responded back grinning at me, though she simultaneously took my hand once again leading us both off into the darkness and back towards the garage.

"Now what?" I asked once again, though this time receiving a reply to my question.

"We make a lot of noise coming into the house," Jackie explained. "And then we go upstairs to bed."

"Shouldn't we discuss what just happened?" I asked as we stood their briefly straightening ourselves.

"Tomorrow. We'll talk about it tomorrow. But not tonight," Jackie stated in a tone of voice that I'd heard her use before. When she used it, then I knew there was no point belaboring the issue. We would indeed talk about it, discuss it. I felt we needed to, had to, especially after what had just happened.

But I knew too it would give us both a chance to digest what it was we had done, and then deal with it on far more rational terms come morning.

We made plenty of noise coming in. Enough so that there was no way the kids couldn't have heard us coming in. Somewhat surprised however, neither one of them came up stairs to ask why we had come home so early. Though in hindsight, I'm glad they didn't. Perhaps the expression on their own fearful faces might have normally alerted Jackie and myself that they'd been up to something. And now was not the time to be dealing with that.

We closed the door to our room and settled in for the night. But it was a long...long time before I was finally able to fall asleep. 

**

I had never been one to sleep in on the weekends, and today was no exception even though I had gotten very little sleep. I had tossed and turned most of the night, images of my son and daughter still bouncing around inside my head. And added to that, dealing with the reemerged emotions I'd first felt early on. Guilt, confusion, even a bit of anger and jealousy of all things. Neither one of which I felt like I could dare express or act upon. Bottom line was, I didn't know what to do, and could only hope and rely upon my wife's more levelheaded way of dealing with it. But that wouldn't happen until later on after she'd woken up herself and had spent some time reasoning it out in her own mind, which I knew she'd eventually do. Until then, the only thing I could think of to do was go about my normal routine and not say or do anything that would give myself away.

Better laid plans.

I'd gotten up, headed downstairs and started the coffee, just as I always did. While I waited for it to finish brewing, I went outside to grab the paper and then head back out onto the deck in order to read it, and enjoy the first cup of the day. As it usually was this early in the morning, the house along with the neighborhood was fairly quiet. I'd only been outside a short time when I heard the sound of movement coming from inside. I steeled myself, knowing full well who it would most likely be. Chris usually joined me for her first cup of coffee shortly after I had made it. Usually just the smell of it in the morning was enough to wake her up, where she usually joined me. Normally I looked forward to those times together where we'd catch one another up on what was going on in our lives, and spend some personal semi-intimate time together. I could only sit there and wonder how I could possibly pull that one off, thinking and remembering what I now was.

Sure enough, Chris stepped outside a few minutes later carrying a cup of coffee with her, along with a carafe, which she had also filled in order to refresh my own.

"Morning daddy!" She said just as she always did, kissing me on the cheek as she leaned over simultaneously pouring me more coffee. It was the same thing she always did. But up until now anyway, I'd never really paid too much attention to her attire, nor the close proximity of her braless breasts as they just grazed my shoulder as she kissed me and poured the coffee.

"Morning," I said a bit too gruffly perhaps, not in my usual chipper way of greeting her. As usual, she was wearing a very large tee shirt as sleep wear, which was no different than what she usually wore, along with a pair of panties that I only occasionally got glimpses of in the past whenever she came outside to sit with me. Unfortunately however, that brief brush of her breasts, knowing they were bare beneath her shirt, and that she didn't have anything else on except for a pair of too-brief panties perhaps, caused me to comment on her attire. Something I would never have done otherwise until now.

"You know honey...you really should think about getting more appropriately dressed before coming out here in the mornings," I stated seeing the look of surprise in her face upon hearing me say that.

She looked down at herself. She might have been braless yes, but her nipples certainly weren't poking against the front of her shirt, and there was really nothing to suggest that she wasn't decently covered. Even the shirttail was still long enough to completely cover her behind as long as she didn't just lean forward with her back towards me.

"What's wrong with what I have on?" She asked defensively. "It's the same thing I've always been wearing. You never said anything about the way I've been dressed before!" She said indignantly. And then looked directly into my eyes. "You're not upset about the way I'm dressed...so what else is going on?"

"I didn't say I was upset. What I said was...maybe you should think about wearing something else before you come outside."

"More appropriate," she corrected me. "Meaning...you don't think what I'm wearing now is very appropriate. And I want to know why. Nothing's showing for one thing, even my nipples aren't poking out," she added obviously becoming a bit angry herself now, though obviously confused as to why I would be.

I could have kicked myself. Obviously this conversation was going to go nowhere fast, and I wasn't about to tell her the real reason why either. Jackie would personally kill me if I did for one thing, and the last thing I wanted to do was make this an even bigger mess than it was already turning out to be. I decided to try and back-track a little, lay some of the guilt on myself, which wouldn't be that hard to do, pass it all off as a, "It's a my problem" sort of a thing, and hope she'd let it go at that.

I should have known better.

I tried putting on a more friendly, fatherly smile. All that did was piss her off even more.

She stood up once again looking down at herself. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she demanded.

"Nothing Chris. Nothing, it's me...not you. There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing, nothing at all, and I shouldn't have said it. It's me honey, not you," I said trying to defuse the situation.

Now she looked more confused than ever, though she at least sat down once again.

"Did you and mom have some sort of a fight?" She asked. "Is that why the two of you came home so unexpectedly? And then went straight up to bed? Are you having sex problems?" She came right out asking me directly.

I wanted to crawl into a hole someplace and bury myself.

"Ah...ah, sex, I mean, ah...ah no! Of course not! And no...we didn't have a fight either," I said backtracking as best as I could, though Chris had taken me off guard by her question. Especially as it had hit too damn close to the root of the real problem here.

"Then what?" She pressed. "Why did you come home so early then? And why are you acting so grumpy this morning? It's not like you to jump all over me for no good reason, unless there is one," she added her eyes opening wide, looking for some sign that she was on to something.

I'd just run into a wall here, looking for a way to turn this around, wishing I hadn't gotten up this morning at this point. I sat there looking at her, looking at me, waiting for some sort of an explanation. And then it came to me, well...something came to me anyway, and I acted on it before thinking it through clearly. Something I was suddenly very good at doing.

"Because you're so grown up...and a real woman now."

She blinked as though that might help her to understand me more clearly. "You want to try running that one by me again?" she asked.

"I'm sorry...I know, I'm not really making any sense am I?" I said winging it now, desperately trying to take this in a direction that would make sense...to either one of us. Though I was still grasping at straws here even then.

"You...you remind me so much of your mother."

"Mom?" She turned upon saying that looking back into the house, and I knew then she'd missed my meaning.

"Not mom...not Jackie," I amended. "Your mom...mom."

"Marsha?"

Chris had never ever really referred to her real mother as mom. She had no reason to for one thing. After Jackie and I got married, and after they had so quickly grown close to one another, Jackie forever afterwards was plan and simply, "mom" to her. Which I was more than delighted with. But now...having just thrown this one out, she was looking at me like I'd suddenly grown a green beard and developed horns on the top of my head.

"And what brought this on?" she asked.

"Well you see Chris...today would have been our wedding anniversary, if she was still alive, and I was just sitting out here this morning, realizing that when I saw the date on the paper. And then...I was sort of day-dreaming, remembering things...intimate personal things, things that maybe I shouldn't have been thinking about, remembering," I lied...telling her. The truth was, our real anniversary wasn't for a couple of months yet, though I was pretty sure she didn't know which day it really was. Or at least I hoped she didn't. I hadn't kept anything that would have told her when it was, nor had she ever asked me either. "Anyway, I'm embarrassed to admit it, thinking that...thinking those sorts of things, and then suddenly seeing you this morning. Which is when I realized just how much you really do remind me of her. And though you look enough alike to pass as your mothers daughter," I said, pausing at how awkward and strange that now sounded, I continued. "My wife's daughter...when you're not," I said making it even worse, "It's just that you look so much like her...and I was remembering that, and then seeing you...and then..."

"So you were having naughty thoughts about Marsha," she said as though all of this now suddenly made perfect sense. Which it still didn't, and which was of course all a big fat fucking lie, but at least it had gotten me out of the corner I had painted myself in.

"More or less...yes."

"So...when you saw me then, you were still thinking about her...naked."

"Ah huh..." I said wondering if I'd actually gotten myself out of a jam, or had put myself in an entirely different one.

"Imaging things...intimate things, so when you looked at me, you were sort of imagining me naked too then, or at least how I might look, the way she looked."

"Ah huh..." I said feeling my face turning crimson, tearing my eyes away from the front of my daughter's tee shirt, which I now noticed, suddenly had two twin little points pressing against it.

"Do you really think I look like her? The way she did?"

"Yeah, you do...which is why I was probably feeling a little sad, a bit depressed, you know...being that it's our...or would have been, our anniversary and all. And then...and then seeing you, and, and...then, then...um uh, well...those thoughts, you know. And uh...my mind, thinking...images, memories..."

Chris was smiling at me, which sent a flood of relief coursing through me then, though she made it worse partially, at least for me anyway, by standing up, coming over and literally sitting down in my lap, hugging and kissing me. "Oh daddy! Don't be embarrassed, or shy because you were. And frankly, now that I know that, I'm actually flattered by it. Though to be honest, I'm not so sure I'd mention any of this to mom...why upset the apple cart if you don't have to," she informed me. 

Only it wasn't apples I was concerned with at the moment. More like banana's, in particular, the one suddenly hardening between my legs. Any moment now, she'd be able to feel it too, sitting on me the way she was, with nothing more than the thin material of her own panties, now pressed against me, though thank god at least, I was also wearing a bathrobe. Even then...any moment now.

"So...what did she look like?" Chris suddenly asked me.

Once again I was confused. "Well...like you, like the way you do now, mostly," I said, shifting in my chair some, wanting to find a way to dislodge her soon here, or at least make her aware enough that she might want to retake her seat without making it too obvious. So far, she wasn't taking the hint.




Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 01



"That's not what I mean," she said grinning at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked shifting again.

"Are we built the same? Same height? Chest? That stuff?" she asked which I now noticed, her breasts were pressing against my arm, the feeling of which had suddenly caused me to begin stiffening even more rapidly now. I felt my face turning crimson. 

"Yeah, I guess...sort of, I mean, it's not like, well not like I know that you look alike as...as women, you know?"

Chris moved then too, looking down as she did. There was no mistaking the obvious now, no matter what I did. If I could feel it, she could. The problem was, she made no effort to remove herself from my lap. And my erection continued to grow even as she sat there.

"Do you remember how I used to come to you when I had certain questions?" she asked, using the same tone of voice she once used to use when she actually did that. Suddenly it was as though we'd gone back in time, only my little girl was sitting in her father's lap, with he...me, having an erection. It was getting all too surreal again.

"Of course...why?"

"Well, because I'm curious about something, and I want you to be perfectly honest with me, like you used to be," she stated.

"Ok, what?"

At last she stood, and I felt such a sudden sense of relief at feeling her do that, that I didn't at first catch what she then did, until it was simply too late. As she stood, she had reached down, pulling her tee shirt completely off up and over her head. Even then, I was just then turning to look at her after having first looked down at myself to make sure my one-eyed monster hadn't inadvertently made an appearance through the opening in my bathrobe. Only as I turned to look, Chris was just then stepping out of the white thong she'd been wearing. She stood only a few feet away from me, entirely naked. Naked as the day she was born. Only she was a woman now. Very much a woman now.

"Jesus! Chris!" I stammered suddenly looking behind myself towards the house, fearful and half expectant to see both Rob as well as my wife standing there looking at the two of us. "What're you doing?"

She actually laughed at me. "Don't be embarrassed, though it's sort of cute, just the way you sometimes used to get whenever I asked you something personal or intimate, and then you'd usually shoo me off to go ask mom about it," she said standing there in the altogether, acting as though it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be doing. "I told you...I'm now curious, did mom look like this? Look like me? Where do we differ?" she wondered.

I found myself staring at my daughter, taking her in...actually comparing her now to the memories I still had. And feeling like I was somehow betraying my own wife while I did that. This wasn't at all how I'd expected any of this to go. The last thing I needed was to be reminded about what I'd seen...and enjoyed seeing, the night before. And now...here she was, actually standing here in front of me naked. The image of her spreading herself, prying her pussy lips apart with her own fingers, and then squirting on Rob's prick moments later now filled my head. Just as the blood was now filling my cock, which had become about as hard and as erect as it could possibly be. And yes...with my mind now elsewhere, still looking at Chris, parts in reality, parts in fantasy, and parts now in memory of the evening before, I didn't even realize my cock had in fact now sprung up between my legs. Though Chris certainly did.

"Wow...I guess I really do remind you of Marsha...mom, don't I?" She asked glancing down at my hard stiff prick, though I only then realized I was almost fully exposed, suddenly putting my hands down in my lap in some attempt at covering myself, though the damage had already been done.

"A little...yes," I stammered, totally embarrassed now, and once again feeling guilty. To be so aroused, such as I was, having this conversation with my daughter, and knowing what I knew, unable to say anything, was the worse possible situation I could have ever been in. 

Until Jackie walked outside anyway. And then it really was.

"Ok, someone want to tell me what's going on here?" she asked, though I was at least grateful by the tone of her voice that she didn't appear angry. Just curiously confused...as I was. "Did it say in the paper that today's national nude day or something? Because if it is...I'm over dressed." Though that was when she also looked down, and saw I was still trying very hard to conceal an erection. That's when her eyebrows rose up a little.

Thank god Chris came to my rescue.

"Actually, I was asking daddy about Marsha," she began, once again causing Jackie to lift a curious eyebrow. "I was wondering if I actually looked like her at all. I've seen a few old pictures, but they don't really do her much justice. And in fact, daddy says I actually look more like you, that I do her," she explained. Relief came when I saw Jackie smiling at that. 

"Ok, but why are you naked?" Jackie asked still sounding curiously amused at least.

"Well, to be honest...I was wondering if we were built much the same, looked much the same, that's why. And the only way I knew how to do that, was to let daddy see me, so he could tell me...openly and honestly."

It was the simple truth...in a way. But Jackie seemed to easily accept that, turning towards me. "Well, does she?"

"I guess, though I don't honestly remember all that clearly," I responded. "It's been a long time. But yeah...I suppose so, they do seem to have about the same size breasts, figure...all that," I quickly added. Once again I noticed my wife's expression. She was now enjoying this for some reason, enjoying my discomfort to some extent, finding the whole situation funny. Which I wasn't. Especially still trying to hide a partial erection.

"So...you really do think Chris looks more like me than she does your first wife?" Jackie asked, surprising me...and even Chris to some extent.

"Yeah, actually...does," I said once again looking up as Chris continued to stand there in the buff, not even trying to cover herself up yet.

"And you think we could actually pass off as sisters even?" She asked now standing and moving over to stand beside our daughter.

"Sure...I suppose so," I ventured.

And then Jackie dropped the robe she was wearing. Now standing side-by-side Chris, the two of them completely naked.

"How about now?" She laughed, as did Chris seeing what Jackie had just done, knowing full well it had been meant as a major tease, especially under the circumstances, and especially as Jackie also knew what we were probably both thinking at that very moment.

"Ok...so's someone want to tell me what the hell's going on around here?" Rob asked. 



Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 02



The kids had certainly seen Jackie and I in the nude in times past, though not in quite the way they had seen us the night before. So it was that Jackie didn't overreact to Rob's sudden unexpected appearance, and made no move to make any attempt at covering herself up. And it wasn't like we flaunted our being naked in front of the kids either. But we certainly never made an issue of nudity in the home as we'd long ago agreed upon when raising them.

" It's a long story," my wife began pleasantly not even looking all that embarrassed about Rob walking out and seeing her standing there, especially as Chris continued to stand there next to her just as naked as she was. "But the short of it is...we were getting an opinion from your father as to our being able to pass for sister's, and though a few people actually think we are at times, we were trying to determine if we looked enough alike in other ways that it might be hard to actually tell."

"Uh huh," Rob said simply, not quite buying his mothers explanation, especially with his own sister standing there in front of her father...in the nude. But it wasn't that so much as it was me sitting there, still with an erection and still trying to conceal it with nothing more than my own hands that Rob truly wasn't buying...and obviously wondering about as he'd noticed me sitting there trying to conceal it. Which is about the time he brought his hand around from behind his back. By the way he was dressed in an old pair of jogging pants and one of his favorite torn tee shirts, he'd just gotten back from his morning run. Something he did almost every morning. When he did that, he stood twirling a black thong around his fingers.

"By the way...when I went out for my run this morning, I found this out on the patio, anyone recognize it?" He looked first at his sister. "This yours?"

Chris certainly wore thongs, something I was well aware of. And I was pretty sure she had one or two black ones as well. But by the look on her face, and the one now showing on Jackie's it was pretty clear as to whose thong it really was.

"When did you find that?" Chris asked turning towards her mother. "This morning?"

"Yeah...out on the..." Rob swallowed his words, suddenly staring at his sister, who in turn was staring back at him in much the same way. And then the two of them were suddenly staring at us.

"Now I know why you were acting so funny this morning!" Chris suddenly exclaimed as the whole charade fell apart in front of me, though she immediately realized of course what I...or rather we must have seen when we showed up around back so unexpectedly. What it didn't explain exactly, was why Jackie's thong had been kicked off to one side back around near the patio doors.

"Ok, I'm still lost and a bit confused here," Rob said nervously. By the look on his face, it was obvious he was hoping against hope that there was some other explanation for Jackie's thong being out back near the patio doors, when it obviously hadn't been prior to last night. Chris then turned towards her mother.

"Am I wrong, or do we need to have a sit down here?" Chris asked.

"Ah, ladies? Before we start talking or discussing anything, might it not be a bit more prudent for the two of you to get dressed?" I suggested. "I don't know about Rob here...but I for one am starting to get a bit uncomfortable, and I'm thinking I'm soon to be more so...so while you two get dressed, I think I'll just..."

I had stood in preparation of heading off inside briefly.

"Sit down David," Jackie said using that particular tone of voice. "And no...as a matter of fact, I don't think we should get dressed. In fact...you David, take your robe off!" I looked at her trying to ask her with my eyes if she had suddenly just lost her mind, but she ignored me turning towards our son. "And you Rob...you too, take off the sweats until you're as naked as everyone else is."

"Mom?"

"You two heard me, just do what I ask," she told us both. Rob once again glanced towards his sister trying to somehow receive an explanation simply from her look, but all she did was stand there and smile, finding that what her mother had just suggested would certainly prove to be interesting.

"In case you're wondering," Jackie began, "I think with all four of us being naked, that none of us will find there is much for us to hide, and that we'll all be a bit less embarrassed discussing last night," she said emphasizing the words. Having said that, Rob now knew where all this was headed, and Chris merely had her own suspicions confirmed.

"That's why you didn't come down stairs to tell us you were home," she stated simply. "You'd already seen us."

"Yeah, and that's why you...neither of you, came up stairs to ask why we were home so early either," Jackie said smiling at Chris, which in a weird sort of way, had already defused the situation a little. Even my prick had finally softened enough that I was no longer fully hard, though the moment I finished removing my robe, I felt it throb once again with curious interest as to what the hell was going to happen next. Even Rob had turned, quickly shoving his sweatpants and shorts down around his ankles, stepping out of them, and then doing a sideways two-step towards the patio table taking a seat. Only then did he finish removing the tee shirt he had on once he had sat down.

"Ok, so...we're all naked. Now what?" He asked just as suspiciously as his sister was, though using a tone of voice that clearly stated he was on edge and prepared to defend himself if he had to.

True, they were adults, and not really brother and sister. But we still where their parents, and we were the ones who had caught them fucking there on the couch. I tried not to think about what they were watching while they did, nor make it worse than it already was about what Jackie and I then proceeded to do while they did. And I was more than happy to let Jackie take the lead on this, though for the life of me...I didn't know where she was going with it when she did.

I should have known.

**

"As you two well know, your father and I have never once tried to make any major issues when it came to sex. He and I have always been fairly liberal and open-minded when it came to that, as the two of you well know growing up over the course of the years. Neither of us is judgmental, and I hope you'll soon know, we're not being judgmental of you two now, and I also hope...because of that, neither one of you will be judgmental of us either."

The three of us continued to sit there in silence, letting Jackie continue on, though I now knew she had every intention of not only telling them what it was we saw...but what the two of us soon after did after we had. I felt the heat already beginning to spread across my face, not to mention everywhere else.

"To be honest with both of you, I'm actually a little surprised something like this hasn't happened before now, though I guess in thinking about it...my first question would be, was this the first time for the two of you?"

Jackie had in fact told the kids everything from start to finish, including the phone call we'd received in the car from Barbra, causing us to turn back in the first place. Though I was glad she left out the part about the blowjob she'd given me. But that at least explained why we'd made so much noise coming in, and why we'd gone straight up to bed. It also of course, explained why Rob found Jackie's black thong laying outside on the patio.

"So you're not...mad?" Rob asked pausing, still finding it hard to digest what his mother'd just told them both. The fact they now knew she and I had literally stood there watching them have sex, and then got so aroused ourselves seeing them, that we ended up doing the same thing as well. That was bad enough, but that Jackie basically admitted to them that it was arousing, seeing the two of them together, wasn't something I felt was entirely necessary the way she'd explained it. Even though I most certainly had been.

"Daddy was," Chris said smugly folding her arms across her breasts staring at me.

I was damn glad that none of our neighbors could see us sitting at the angle the way we were in our back yard. It no doubt would have made for a very interesting sight, the four of us naked, sitting around the patio table at eight o'clock in the morning. 

"I wasn't angry," I said in my own defense, though I got an immediate questioning look from my wife the moment she said that.

"Yes you were, that's why you jumped on me for being dressed the way I was," she shot back. Jackie now knew there was a LOT more that had gone on this morning than what she first thought or heard.

"I wasn't angry. I was feeling guilty," I finally said a bit more softly.

"Guilty? Why? We're the ones who should feel guilty about last night, not you," she responded surprising me just a bit, though Jackie once again smiled knowingly, nodding her head towards her daughter. She then looked towards her brother. "Told you we shouldn't have done it down there," she said, once again re-crossing her arms over her breasts for emphasis.

"Me! You're the one who came running up to get me the moment you found mom and dad's sex-tape in the player!" He said defiantly. Which had basically brought everything full circle again.

"And about that," mom said taking over again. "It's now time we all got honest with one another here, which is one of the reasons why I suggested we have this discussion in the nude in the first place. That way none of us can or should feel too terribly embarrassed by all this. Let's face it, we all experienced something in our own way last night that's left us all feeling a little unsure, and a little confused about it. As I said and asked earlier, was this the first time for you two then?"

"No...it was the second time, only the second time Rob and I have actually had intercourse, though we've done other stuff for a while now," she freely admitted, though Rob anxiously glanced towards me looking for some sort of a reaction. I gave him one, though thankfully, he didn't really see it. My cock lurched. Visions of the two of them...again, filling my head, wondering how often, where and when they'd done "other stuff," as Chris had put it.

"Well, like I said, I've frankly been expecting something to happen for a while now, as close as the two of you have always been, and not actually being related by blood. So it's not as unexpected as you might think, though I'm a little glad to hear that things didn't really get that involved between the two of you until recently."

Chris nodded her head at Jackie, and then turned back towards me again. "Why did you feel guilty?" She asked pointedly. And then answering her own question as it suddenly dawned on her why..."Because you really did enjoy seeing us...didn't you?"

"Yes, we did," Jackie, answered for us both, saving me the admission verbally. "Does that shock you?" She asked. "Because I have to admit, to each of you," she said turning towards Rob, at first...we were both shocked, though probably more so because you were watching us fucking on the TV, while the two of you were," she added. "Obviously, you were enjoying watching the two of us weren't you?" She asked.

Finally Chris actually blushed, unfolding her arms as she did, placing them down in her lap. And all that did of course was to draw my attention back towards her tits again, each one of those a bit flushed as well too, as I saw the pinkness spreading across my daughter's chest, her twin nipples rock hard, as were Jackie's. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that Rob was likewise looking at them both, just as I now was.

"Yes, we did. Frankly, it was hot, watching the two of you having so much, totally uninhibited fun with one another. I can honestly tell you, most of my friends wouldn't and probably couldn't say the same about their parents! And not that I'd run off and tell anyone what we did, while watching you either, but yeah...to put it mildly mom and dad, you two are damn fucking sexy!"

I was surprised at hearing her actually say that, not to mention a bit flattered, and yes...once again hard as hell too. 

"But it's also hot...thinking, and now knowing, you two got just as horny, horny enough to actually stand there and do it, watching Rob and I," she added. And then another big realization came into her face, and she blushed even a deeper red. "Oh my god! That means...you, you saw me...ah, ah..."

I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. The tension was defused, Jackie had seen to that easily enough, and as weird as it still was in a way, especially with both Rob and I having erections now, which was clearly evident as he sat next to me in his chair, though trying to keep it somewhat concealed by sitting in a bit further towards the table than I was. I now chimed in for the first time really, though at my wife's expense.

"Like mother like daughter," I said aloud, remembering the sound as Jackie came. One of her "gushers" as I called them, hearing it splattering against the paving stones beneath us, the incredibly erotic sound of that, added to the bathing warmth around my cock as I finished jettisoning my own hard-felt pleasures inside my wife's cunt. And then of course the image of Chris standing there, her own youthful fountain of pleasure spurting against her brother's prick.

Chris had raised her eyebrows, "You do too?" she then asked. "Really? Like I do?"

Now Rob was looking at his mother with a whole new appreciation, his hand absentmindedly falling down into his lap where he clasped his rigid prick and actually stroked it a little. I couldn't say as I blamed him too much for doing so either, I happened to now have my own hand around my cock as well.

Jackie had tried very hard to give me a bit of a withering look, but it utterly failed. Oh sure, I might get a bit of a reprimand from her later when we were alone, but the truth of the matter was, speaking about it now...admitting to all of it, everything, had done a lot to make each one of us feel far less guilty about what had happened, what we'd seen, and of course what we'd all done. At least now it was out in the open...though as I realized it, I now wondered.

"Now what?"

And then things took a very, very interesting turn. One thing's for sure, I never saw it coming. And in hindsight, I'm glad I didn't, or I don't think what soon followed might have ever happened either. Another major turning point in our family's relationship.

**

Once again, in a way...it was like going back in time. Back when the kids would come up to us with something they had heard, or something they wanted to try and understand or become more familiar with. So it was, in a way... like that again when Chris so nonchalantly asked her mother the question.

"So that is normal right? To squirt like that during an orgasm? I mean...I don't do it every time, and I do have to touch myself in a certain way, but when I do, it usually does happen, and I have really intense orgasms, and to be honest about it mom, just thinking about it gets me damn horny...like I am now in fact."

"Yes honey, it is perfectly normal," Jackie answered her. "And no, I don't do that every time either, usually when your fathers got his cock inside me from behind while I work my own clit. Even when I used one of my toys, I don't always manage it. But when I do, when I can...then yes, I'd have to agree with you, it's pretty intense and very satisfying. And since you're being so honest with me here, with your dad and I," she added including me. "It was hot seeing you do that last night, squirting all over your brother's cock the way you did. I think...that's what triggered my own really wet "gusher" as your dad calls them. And yeah...admittedly, I'm a bit horny now too," she added.

Chris laughed. 

"What?" I asked.

"Well obviously you two are," she said looking at Rob and I, as we each let go of our dicks at the same instant, looking guilty as hell for sitting there fondling ourselves when this was supposed to be a semi-serious family discussion. One not made too easy when you were sitting there looking at two pairs of very luscious looking tits that were now even more alluring with their respective nipples being as rock-hard as they both were, and the girls talking about the way they played with themselves, making themselves squirt, had painted a rather naughty erotic picture that was a bit difficult not to think about.

"And?" Jackie pressed curiously drawing Chris's attention back to her. "Your question is?"

"Think you could do that now so I could see it?"

Rob and I looked at one another, his eyes as big around as mine were I knew. I then looked back at Jackie, who was now looking at me. 

"Before I answer that, or commit to anything one way or the other. Let me be candidly straight about something here. Something I think we've all been wondering about, and maybe even where this was all leading to in the first place. I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable, or even want to physically touch or do anything with either of you. But...I'm also not going to stand here and be hypocritical about it either, and not admit, especially after last night, that watching you two, and knowing that you two got just as aroused watching us. So...having said that, as long as your father's willing, and doesn't mind being a bit of an exhibitionist in front of his kids, that it certainly wouldn't bother me. Provided of course...it wouldn't bother the two of you either," she added seeking some sort of assurance from Rob as well as from Chris.

"You mean...you guys will fuck in front of us again?" He asked grinning from ear to ear. "Really? You will?"

"You sure about this?" I mouthed at Jackie, though already my prick was throbbing with urgent delight at just the thought of it, standing there fucking my wife in front of the two of them. And maybe...just maybe...

"Nothing we've not already done or admitted to seeing and enjoying already," she answered back, though actually speaking the words aloud. "So...shall we, or no?" she asked me point blank. "Entirely up to you David," she said simply, though she then stood up from her seat.

And then I did. Hard-on and all.

**

It was a strange sensation, and yet...one of the most arousing, erotic, sensual moments of my entire life. My own daughter, and son...sitting there at the table watching us...watching me as I stood. Silly as it sounds, I was actually proud of the way my dick stood up. I don't think it could have been any harder, any more swollen than it was at that very moment. Even Jackie's eyes seemed to mirror that feeling I was having looking down at it as I stood.

"Wow!" she actually breathed, though sounding more like a soft moan...even a prayer as she unconsciously lifted one hand towards her breasts. Her fingers quickly capturing a hard taut nipple, pinching it between. Her other hand coming out...pointing in a way towards my prick causing me to look down at myself.

I was definitely aroused. A long sticky streamer of dick-drool was actually hanging off the head of my penis. Had it not been for the intensity of the moment, the sheer desire and lust I was now feeling, it would have been funny. But the thin string of cum-dripping now swinging from the head of my cock as I walked closer to her became an object of intense sexual fascination, for everyone.

"Fuck daddy, you're hard!" Chris exclaimed almost forgetting herself as she too had reached up, cupping both breasts in her hands, her eyes still glued to my turgid swollen member.

"All the better to fuck her with," I said trying to sound like the big bad wolf, using a bit of humor perhaps to take the edge off my nervousness, though thankfully, that hadn't affected what felt like a club between my legs.

"Not before I suck that a little!" Jackie said surprising me to some extent as she suddenly dropped down to her knees there in front of me. Almost immediately her hand came out to swipe that streamer of cum drool before it fell, wrapping it almost magically about her finger before slipping it into her mouth, sucking her fingers off. "Not too hot...and not too cold," she snickered back and then simply engulfed me.




Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 02



"Fuck!" Rob half whispered just watching us, already the sound of his own slickness becoming very apparent as he sat there stroking his own cock up and down.

"Let me see it," Jackie sighed pleasurably looking over at our son, quickly surrounding my prick with her mouth again still looking over in his direction. Rob did as he was asked, likewise standing up, moving around towards the front of the patio table, leaning against it now only a foot or so away from where we were. His hand slow-stroking his own magnificent hard cock up and down as he stood there watching us.

"Fuck this!" Chris said almost bounding up from her chair. In seconds, she too was kneeling in front of her brother, taking his prick into her mouth, now kneeling side-by-side next to her mom as she looked over, watching, sucking, just as Jackie was now doing.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed in delight. The sight of my beautiful sexy daughter kneeling there sucking off her brother, my own wife below me doing the same sent a flood of unbridled shivers up and down my spine. Unable to help himself, Rob leaned forward a little capturing one of his sister's breasts in his hand, kneading it wantonly. I then did the same, taking my wife's equally lovely tit in hand, palming her sensitive nipple causing her to moan around my cock as she licked and tickled it.

"Fuck me," she said simply seconds later as she suddenly stood. Standing next to Rob now, she placed her hands down on the patio table for support, stepping back slightly, spreading her legs as she did. As she did...she presented me with the sweetest most succulent sight imaginable. As hard and as purple swollen as I still was, I don't think I've ever seen my wife's pussy lips as thick and as fat as they were now. Dew drops of her own glistening lubrication coated her lips, a dribble actually running down, clinging for a brief moment before releasing and actually dripping on to the brick flooring below her. With Chris kneeling as close to her mother as she was, she saw it as well and feebly made an attempt to capture it before it did, just missing it. But her attempt had caused her to just brush her mother's pussy lips with her fingertip causing her to shudder excitedly. "Fuck me David! Fuck me now before I do it myself!" She nearly screamed.

Only inches away now, I simply aimed and then plunged. My cock slid in fully, balls actually slapping the fleshy cheeks of my wife's ass as I impaled her. She grunted, her breath expelled as she took the full length of my rock-hard shaft deeply inside. I eased out, plunging in once again, once again...taking her breath momentarily. She looked back over her shoulder towards me, though facing towards our son. "Fuck your sister!" she told him, not asking...but demanding it. Her tone of voice giving away the pure unadulterated desire she was now feeling, and needing to see. Chris immediately stood, swapping places with Rob, and now emulated her mother's exact position there against the table as Rob stepped behind her. Within moments, he and I were skewering the two of them simultaneously, everyone looking over at one another as we did.

The slickness of their respective cunts could easily be heard now as I stood fucking my wife, and Rob likewise fucking his sister. Seeing my daughter's breasts wildly gyrating beneath her as she leaned over, knowing full well that Jackie's were no doubt doing the very same as he too looked over towards his mother.

"Fuck that's hot!" He exclaimed, speaking the very words I was thinking. "God mom...that's so fucking horny!" he added suddenly speeding up his own thrusting inside his sister's pussy, now causing me to do the same to my wife's.

I knew damn well that at this pace I wasn't going to be able to last very long. Already my balls were as tight as a hardball, my nuts now competing with my sperm to see if they too could find a way to travel up my shaft and leap into the soft, tingly warmth of my wife's sweet sounding pussy as I stood there frantically fucking her.

Seeing it in my face perhaps, or somehow sensing it, Chris spoke. "Don't come in her daddy please! I want to watch it, see you squirt!" she begged me. "Pull out for me when you cum, please daddy, let me see you shoot all over mommies ass!"

Just hearing my daughter's request triggered my release. No power on earth could have stopped it from happening at this point. I felt my nuts tighten even more than they already were. My balls suddenly imploding, or so it seemed, and the first surge of extreme pleasure began making its way up the length of my shaft. I stepped back, pulling out, now resting my football field sized cock, (or so it seemed anyway) in the crevice of my wife's firm beautiful ass. I saw my prick tip throb, the tiny eye slit opening like curtains on a stage, and then an explosion that made me nearly see double.

What I could only describe as a rope of semen now flew from the head of my prick. It shot with so much velocity, that it easily cleared the top of my wife's head by a good foot or more, landing directly onto the table. This...followed by a second equally as powerful rope of spunk that didn't quite make it as far, splashing against the back of my wife's neck instead, much of which then crash-landed in her hair, shampooing it for her quite unexpectedly. Though Jackie didn't seem to mind, now laughing with the pleasured delight of it as I continued to lay tracers, which criss-crossed her back as I continued to pump out my semen upon her with my hand.

"Fucking A daddy! Fucking A!" Chris bellowed in delight as she stood there watching me.

"Ditto that!" Rob finally responded, and then without any further warning, he too slipped out of his sister, stepping back just as I had done.

Peter North would have been jealous...or proud, either one. I was certainly both as well. As hard-felt, and as copious as my own orgasm had been, it was an amazing sight to suddenly see Rob's prick as he too released. 

Rob's first two rockets of spunk completely cleared the patio table, landing somewhere on the floor on the other side. He quickly readjusted his aim however, now lashing his sister's back and sweet ass as he splurged against her, covering her in a blanket of cum that was as equally impressive, if not more so than my own had been.

"Yes! Yes!" I only then heard my wife crying out as she stood there watching our son squirt, finally standing leaning in and embracing me. Her full breasts felt like they were on fire as they sizzled against my chest, her hard points pressed against me, kissing me now deeply. "God I'm hot!" She spoke with her tongue still fucking my mouth. "I need to cum!"

And then she stood, leaning there against the table, looking at me with crazed, lust filled eyes. I was personally transfixed, all around and about me suddenly a blur, fogged out as my entire focus now was directed upon my wife. Only once before had I seen her look like this, an animal in heat as she reached down, simultaneously spreading her legs. One hand now splitting her lips, the opening of her cunt a deep blood red, pulsating like the beast it had become. Her other hand working her clit, unsheathed, a tiny cock that now stood beckoning, waiting for the touch of her fingers as she pinched it, pulling it, her eyes glued on mine as I stood there watching her, hypnotized.

"You love it when I finger-fuck my cunt don't you honey?" she asked, her words somewhat slurred as though drunk. And drunk she was in a way, her lust-filled mind driving her on, the decadence of her speech as she allowed whatever inhibitions she might have had at one point to completely evaporate. Like I said...only once before had I seen her like this, and it scared me a little. Yet at the same time...arousing me almost instantaneously even though I'd just climaxed.

"Yes!" I answered back, surprised at feeling my own cock stirring so soon.

Only then did I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. My daughter and son, momentarily forgotten. Rob likewise stepping back, his prick still dripping semen, his sister looking over, now leaning against the table next to her mom. Like mother...like daughter, she now looked down, watching, emulating what her mother stood doing to herself. Like matching erotic, hot naughty bookends they were. Rob and I stood as though statues watching the two of them.

As though they'd once discussed it, perhaps sharing trade secrets, or had even taught one another how, Chris performed the same frictioned-functions on herself, that her mother was doing. Hands and fingers a blur...clits stroked, tickled and petted with both the slap of the hand, and amazing speed as they stood side by side, holding themselves open. I'd never seen anything like it before. And before I even knew what I was doing, I now stood, hand on my cock again, stroking it as I watched, just as Rob was now doing too.

"You love watching me finger myself don't you baby?" Jackie spoke, her slurred speech giving evidence to just how close she actually was. "You like seeing me so naughty for you don't you David? And now...so naughty for our own children, seeing their mother stroking her cunt, pinching her clit, fucking her fingers inside. Makes you horny hot doesn't it honey? Just like it's doing to me now...any moment now...coming for you, for them."

"Fuck yes! Yes!" Chris added still doing the same to herself. "I want to come with you mom, see you gush, hear it...watch it, while I do!" She added excitedly.

"Then watch me!" Jackie half growled, the tone of voice a deeper throaty sound than I'd ever heard before. Her eyes burrowing into me as she turned looking over at her daughter, half facing her now, still strumming her clit like a guitar. And then she seemed to seize up, though only for a moment, her hand stilling briefly. 

You could have heard a pin drop. Even Chris quit stroking herself, as had Rob and I done. 

And then she came. It began as a trickle, almost as though she were peeing, though she wasn't. And what was for a moment a small little trickle of nearly clear fluid, became a deluge of delight. As though a dam had burst, the sudden gush of fluid that literally cascaded from within the depths of my wife's cunt, was more than I'd ever seen or certainly felt before. It was stunning, surprising me...surprising all of us, and perhaps Jackie herself as she looked down, still holding herself apart with her hands. The eruption of her cunt beyond belief, her sudden ear-piercing cry of pure pleasure now filling the air. The moment she'd done that, Chris turning more directly towards her mother, and that all too familiar little streamer of hers, now joining her moms.

Below us, the flag stones were suddenly turned from the rich sandy red color they'd once been, to an almost blood-red color. The sound of each one of them actually wetting the stones, the splatter of their climax spraying against my ankles as I stood only a foot or so away. Once again the sound of their respective hands, pummeling their clits, frigging them frantically as though hoping to milk out each and every last drop, each and every mind-numbing pleasure they'd brought off to themselves.

My balls again tight, almost wondrously so. Furious movement next to me, glancing over briefly as Rob too stood jacking his reawakened prick just as unashamedly as I now was.

The girls still in the last stages of their own sweetness, smiling through half-glazed eyes at one another, and then at us. I had never in my life come a second time so quickly after I had the first. And yet, here I was...just about to do that. 

"Fuck! I'm going to cum again!" Rob announced equally as lost in the pleasure of his own mind. As though in slow motion, he turned slightly, just as I did, as though we'd choreographed it, planned it somehow ahead of time. Even the girls seemed to respond, picking up on our cue, each of them cupping their breasts, pressing them together now. Jackie smiled, nodding her head at Rob, turning. Chris, doing the same, smiling at me. Her young, tantalizing breasts the perfect target. 

I'd not planned it, certainly not thought about it, and yet...I knew now within a millisecond of time, I was about to cream my own daughter's breasts, just as Rob was about to do to his mothers.

Talk about crossing swords so to speak. We couldn't have planned it any better if we'd tried either. The moment I felt the first spurt of my prick go off once again, Rob's did. With each of us now forming what was basically an "X" standing as we were, facing one another, I began squirting against Chris, her breasts easily catching the first couple of streamers I ejaculated, while Jackie in turn did the exact same with Rob. Our semen, literally and figuratively, crossing paths towards their marks. I wish to hell I'd filmed it somehow, been able to play it back in slow motion as I honestly believe, our semen collided mid-air at some point, no doubt mingling yet continuing on to their respective targets.

The bottom line was, the girls were soon soaked, lathering in our mutual spunking into their breasts a few moments later as I finally staggered back all but collapsing back into my chair. It took me a long while to collect myself. The intensity of the past hour unbelievable, though I was again struggling with a couple of issues here too. I hadn't exactly done anything to my daughter...and yet, in a very very intimate way, I most certainly had. I wondered what Jackie was thinking and feeling as well. Though knowing her, I was fairly confident we'd be discussing it before too much longer somewhere else where we could have some privacy in doing so.

And then of course, the kids. My thoughts then as to how they'd think about it after the arousal had passed, when reality once again came rushing back at us. We'd crossed an imaginary line here perhaps, but I didn't see how we could go backwards from it either. The only thing I saw, was setting a new mark, drawing a new line or something, and then vowing not to cross over it. Again, I was very interested in hearing what Jackie thought as she'd been quite specific in the beginning about doing anything more than simply being watched, and watching one another. No...we hadn't touched, nor been touched, but we'd certainly muddied up the proverbial water just short of that as I saw it.

Still, it was a relaxed atmosphere as we all sat collecting ourselves now, still naked, and still feeling quite comfortable in being so in front of one another. Finally, "mom" took over again.

"Well, think it's time to get cleaned up a little, start some breakfast here," she stated. "Chris? After you do, come down and help me. Rob? David? I think you two are due for a shower before we eat, so you'd best get at it. I know I'd like one myself...so let's get the show on the road here shall we?"

The kids quickly darted off to begin doing just that. I waited until they had gone inside, and then spoke to my wife.

"Obviously, I think we need to discuss what just happened," I told her.

"Yes, we probably should," she agreed. "Which we'll do while we're in the shower, and while you're fucking me again," she smiled.

In a way...I'd just gotten an answer. Jackie was obviously still aroused. If we had crossed any lines, she wasn't letting on to me that we had anyway. Perhaps we'd bent one a little. But if she was ok with what we'd just done, with what we'd just allowed to happen. Then who was I to say otherwise.

I smiled and followed her up the stairs, surprised that my prick was already starting to harden again.

To be continued...



Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 03



An hour later everyone was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying breakfast together. I sat mostly observing, a little amazed at how normal everything looked and felt at the moment, when only a short time ago, we were all fucking together outside on the patio. Everyone was famished, including myself, devouring the stacks of pancakes almost as fast as Jackie could make them.

And the simple fact that everything did seem so normal was of a curious note. Jackie even having to reprimand the kids, though lovingly, for fighting over a single pancake. It was indeed just like old times. I sat sipping my coffee, smiling as I did, now fully dressed as we all were, though I couldn't help looking at the two of them...remembering almost as though I had X-ray vision, seeing my daughter's beautiful naked body beneath the simple blouse and pair of jeans she was wearing.

"So," Jackie began as she finally sat down to have a bite to eat herself. "What are your plans for the day anyway?" She asked, though not waiting for a response exactly before informing me what her...or rather what their plans were. "Chris and I are going out shopping for a bit," she then stated, winking at me as she said that. It was clear that "shopping" wasn't the main purpose for going out. It was her signal to me that she and Chris were going so they could have a chance to be alone together for a while, and perhaps have a chance to more intimately discuss what had happened. She then glanced over towards Rob who was busy drenching the last of the pancakes in a sea of Syrup. She motioned her head towards him without speaking. Another signal, and I knew she wanted me to find a way to have a sit down with Rob as well.

I know...I know. It's a little different with 'guys' than it is with women. The two of them could easily run off, look at shoes, and talk about finger-fucking themselves in front of one another at the same time. I just couldn't see me talking to Rob over a football game, asking him if he enjoyed stroking his cock, or having his sister suck him off while watching us, and then checking the score.

I gave her a look that said "Ok, Ok! I will." But all she did was frown at me, giving me one of her patented looks before speaking.

"Ok, we're off," she announced. "You two can clear up since we did the cooking," she stated once again nudging me with her eyes towards Rob, as though cleaning the kitchen would give us any sort of opportunity for banter. Already I could see it, me washing out the frying pan as Rob dried. "So son...that was a nice squirt you shot on your mother. Or the one you managed to shoot way over your sister's head. How long do you think it was anyway? A new record for you? Maybe later, we could compete for distance."

Yeah...right.

Chris and Jackie were already headed out the door when she turned. "See you in a couple of hours," she told us. And then Chris chimed in as well.

"Yeah, and don't do anything we wouldn't do," she added giggling. I couldn't help but glance over towards Rob, his face reddening his mouth opening, looking for some sort of a retort back to that. But the door closed before he could. He looked at me a bit sheepishly, and finished drying the pan he held in his hand.

"So son...wanna watch the game?"

**

We soon headed downstairs to the den turning on the TV. It was almost funny, Rob and I both taking opposite sides of the "L" shaped couch, neither one of us sitting in the spot where he and his sister had sat, fucking one another the night before, though we'd both glanced at the exact spot. It was then that he realized that "our" dirty little movie was still in the DVD player. He got up, walked over and hit the eject button.

"Almost forgot," he said taking it out. "Where do you want me to put this anyway?"

I chuckled to myself. There was no point in denying that our dirty movie didn't exist, and that in fact we had two others we had made either. "There should be a movie there on the end...The Sound of Music," I informed him. His eyes widened, a small smile forming on his face as he leaned over browsing the titles, finding it. He pulled it out, opened the cover and actually laughed.

"Nice one," he said. "Neither one of us would have ever opened this one," he said grinning even wider.

"That's why we put it there," I chortled back. "The mistake was...leaving it out in the first place."

"Well, I for one...and Chris too for that matter, are glad you did...dad," he said putting the DVD into the case, though noticing there were two other DVD's inside it as he did that. "Are these?" He asked without finishing.

I nodded my head. He seemed to hesitate. It was now or never.

"You want to watch another one?"

He looked a bit surprised, perhaps even a little embarrassed. "Yeah, you cool with that?" He asked. "You'd let me...let us, see another one?"

I needed to think about that one, and talk to Jackie about it before I ran off and gave him permission for he and Chris to just sit down, watch mommy and daddy fucking again on their own. The purpose here was...to offer it up now, and in doing so perhaps get Rob to open up as to what he was feeling about everything. Not later.

"Last night was an accident, as far as you finding the movie," I began. "I need to discuss you and your sister just watching them without our being there first before I give my approval to either one of you doing that. But...if you want to watch a little of one now, with me here...I don't think your mom could get too terribly upset over that."

Once again he hesitated thinking about it, looking inside the case. I shared his discomfort, surprised at myself for even suggesting it. But at least I'd tried.

"Ok, sure. If you're cool with it...so am I."

It was then that I realized, there was one DVD in amongst the two that Jackie might not want either one of the kids to actually see. It was the first one we'd ever done, but it wasn't just of us either. A couple of years ago we'd gone on a vacation to Hawaii, just the two of us. A much needed vacation, that we'd been looking forward to in more ways than one. While there, we'd met another couple and had grown to like them almost immediately. We'd ended up sightseeing with them, having dinner together, and then one night...venturing into an area we'd never expected to allow ourselves to go. Much to my surprise, when Mac suggested we actually film it, so we'd all have a sort of special souvenir, it was Jackie who immediately liked the idea, and had gone along with it even before I'd put my own two cents in.

That was the first time I'd ever seen her as wild-eyed as she'd been, until this morning when I'd seen that same look once again. Watching Mac's wife as she went down on mine, and she riding his dick, while sucking mine had been one of the hottest things we'd ever done, or later sat watching together, getting horny all over again. Jackie had walked out onto the balcony of our hotel, completely naked, and begged me to fuck her right there. Which I'd done. Yeah...it had been an amazing trip, an amazing experience, one we'd not repeated again since then, though we'd very often talked about it, or fantasized about doing it again sometime, under the right circumstances. No...that one might not be the best one to sit down and watch with my son.

Before I could react to that however, Rob had already selected one and put it into the DVD. Against my better judgment perhaps, I decided to let fate choose for me. After all, I did have a fifty-fifty chance he'd selected the other one, which was similar to the one he and Chris had watched the night before.

Luck was with me obviously as the movie began, though I'd forgotten where it was we'd filmed it until it began playing. It was right here in this very same room where we were now, making it a little odd to actually sit there watching it, with Rob once again having taken his seat, sitting where he had been before.

"Cool," he said softly more to himself than to me, though again it felt a little weird sitting there watching it with him, knowing full well what was about to happen a few moments from now.

On screen, Jackie appeared at the bottom of the steps where I picked up the action. She was wearing the long, black laced nightgown I had purchased for her the year past on Valentine's Day. She looked sexy as hell in it too, which I remembered, and which even now sent a nice jolt of arousal down to my cock, causing it to stir. I wondered if Rob's was too.

I grimaced however knowing what was to come next. Not because it was bad, just because it was one of those typically silly things you do when you're in the mood to be silly. In addition to the nightgown, I had of course also gotten Jackie a dozen long stem red roses. I had initially thought to have one hanging from my mouth as she came down the stairs, greeting her that way. But then I'd come up with another idea even better. Or so I thought at the time anyway. Which is now what suddenly appeared on screen as I stepped away from the now stationary camera, coming into view.

"Dad!" Rob said seeing me as I now came around from the back of the couch. Though he did laugh upon seeing me, which was a bit of a relief. I was balancing the single long stemmed rose on my hard cock as I carefully approached my wife, offering it to her. She of course was smiling, looking down at my prick with the rose clinging to it. At the time, no one but me knew that the reason it seemed to be holding on so well, was because I'd missed one of the little thorns on the stem. Brave soldier that I was, I grinned back, the tiny pinprick on my prick, holding it on better.

At least that part was over, as Jackie retrieved her rose, along with my cock in her hand, smelling the one, fondling the other. 

We stood kissing briefly, my hands already coming up to cup each one of my wife's magnificent breasts through the black lace of her gown. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rob shifting his position, his eyes glued to the screen. My own cock, hardening as well, as I again wondered if his was, and more importantly, what he was thinking at the moment.

On screen, I was now slowly undressing my wife, finally untying the small bows in front that finally revealed one of her breasts. She had painted red little hearts over each nipple, which I now highlighted for the camera, grinning like a naughty schoolboy, pinching it, holding it and then pulling on it knowing the two of us would be watching it later. Rob laughed upon seeing that.

"Mom's a hoot!" He said, once again shifting, which I now likewise did myself.

"Yeah, she has her moments...as do we all," I agreed thinking back on the balanced rose incident.

It was at this point however that things began getting a bit steamier up on the big screen. As Jackie's gown completely parted, I now slipped my hand down between her legs. The sheer panties she had on, crotchless, allowing my fingers to penetrate her playfully, coming away seconds later with a bit of glistening girl-goo on them, which of course I held up for the camera, letting Rob see the bit of wetness I held on my fingers before inserting them into my mouth, sucking them clean.

Rob moaned, his hand coming down into his lap, nonchalantly rubbing his prick through his pants, so absorbed in what he was seeing, he'd obviously forgotten all about me sitting across from him. 

"Go ahead son...if you want to, ah...jerk it, feel free."

I could tell that he wanted to by the look in his eyes. But I could also see by the way his face screwed up a bit, he'd be uncomfortable doing so, sitting there in front of me, and me not doing it too. No words were spoken either way, though I reached down, unzipping my fly. He simply smiled, turning back towards the screen, and likewise unzipped his own.

I was frankly amazed with myself. I'd already climaxed three times this morning alone. I'd have been perfectly content to go the rest of the entire day, though perhaps by evening...as erotic as things had been around here, to wait on Jackie before attempting another. Yet...here I was again, my dick hard as a rock, which I'd now released from inside my slacks, slowly stroking it up and down, Rob sitting across the way from me doing the exact same thing. We briefly glanced at one another, nodding heads, smiling and then went back to watching as Jackie and I now moved over to the very couch Rob and I were sitting on.

"I know this is gonna sound weird dad, but to be perfectly honest, you've got a pretty big cock."

"So do you son," I replied once again looking over as he sat there fisting his own. Though neither one of us was about to jump up and touch pee-pee's together or anything, or stand there and compare one another, we were looking. Even going so far as to quit stroking ourselves, simply holding them so that the other could see better.

"So...you and mom seem to really get off on making these," he then stated, going back to stroking and jerking off his cock. "Not that I'm all that surprised by that really. I mean mom always has been kind of cool when it came to sex stuff...ya know? But I just never imagined she'd get off on watching herself on video or anything. Kind of hot though...admittedly."

"Yes, it is. And no...in the beginning, I didn't think she'd be into it either." I almost tripped up and told him about the first video we'd done, but thankfully caught myself before doing so.

"I wonder if Chris would be into doing something like that?" He wondered aloud, moaning a little as he did. And punctuating that as he squeezed his dick as I watched him producing a bit of pre-lube which he now massaged around the head of his dick, playing with it, using it to tease himself with, still speaking. "It would be hot seeing her doing something...maybe masturbating, using one of mom's toys or something, don't you think?"

Rob had just tossed me an image I was suddenly seeing inside my head. Wondering myself if I dared even mention it...or if he might. Now wondering, if we might in fact ALL enjoy making a rather different kind of family home movie, though it was for the moment...just a passing thought. Yet, it was enough of a thought that I too squeezed the head of my own prick, producing a rather nice thick juicy droplet of fluid, which I now smeared about the spongy very sensitive head of my cock making it nice and slick.

As I did that, I could hear Rob's own slickness, as he unashamedly stroked his dick, pumping it up and down, enjoying the feel...just as I was, as well as the sound we were both now making. Two hard cocks, slick, slippery and making all sorts of squishy noises as we sat there jerking off.

"Does mom squirt in this one too?" He now asked. "God...I hope so, because that was sure hot seeing her, and Chris doing that together, don't you think?"

I could barely talk. My balls were already threatening to crawl up into my throat. Just listening to the sound of all that juicy lubrication coming from each of us simultaneously, and then looking up at the big screen as Jackie knelt over my cock, preparing to take it into her mouth, where I damn well remembered what happened next.

"Damn...does mom ah...ah, let you...ah...let you cum in her mouth?"

"Just watch," I told him smiling. We were nearing the big finish...or rather one of two of them if you looked at it that way. Indeed, as I recalled...I had one of my more copious spendings right here on this very same couch inside my wife's mouth, which we were both about to see. Not to mention, a few minutes after that, with Jackie sitting on my face as I ate her, nearly drowning me in the process.

"Here it comes," I said alerting him to what was about to happen, though I needn't have, as it was pretty obvious. My wife's mouth suddenly drawing in...holding, her eyes widening for a moment as the first jettison of my spunk hit the back of her throat, followed by several more very intense ejaculations. So much so...that seconds after that, she allowed a goodly portion of my cum to emerge at the corners of her mouth, drooling out, dripping down the sides of my dick. Basically, there was just too much of it for her to be able to swallow without drowning in it, something I would soon discover for myself with her.

"Fuck that's hot!" Rob moaned, his hand now a blur as he lay back, his hand stroking his enormously hard cock for all he was worth. I was with him side-by-side, holding back just a bit, wanting to time my own release to watching Jackie again when she did.

"That's nothing...hold off cumming if you can son, I'm about to lose it myself, but wait until you see what mom does to me!"

He slowed down, looking over. "You close too?"

"Fuck yeah...now watch this...watch your mom."

We both went back to watching the big screen. Jackie had since climbed up onto the couch, now sitting on my face, leaning forward. My hands coming up to capture her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples as she ground herself down on my face. The look in her eyes glazed, wanton...lusty, about to cum.

And then she did...all over the place. As I'd done to her, she now did to me. It was all I could do to drink down what I could as she released what felt like a gallon of juice into my mouth.

Rob cried out. I looked over, he looked over at me. I stroked...he stroked. I spurted, and then he did. And we sat there watching one another as we ejaculated, letting our semen simply fly up and land wherever the hell it felt like landing as we did that.

**

After we'd recovered and had cleaned up, we put the game on. We sat talking about the respective teams, checking the score, enjoying the rest of the early afternoon together waiting on mom and Chris to come home. An hour later, they did.

Hearing the car pulling up into the drive, I had gone upstairs to greet them, and let Jackie know that Rob and I had indeed had a bit of a chat of sorts...though not exactly in quite the way I was fairly sure she had. Still...it would no doubt surprise her to discover and hear about what we'd done. Which I felt went a long way in ensuring that Rob wasn't having any second thoughts about anything that had happened.

Jackie and Chris were just then walking in the back door, carrying what appeared to be a couple of shopping bags from a well known lingerie store. One of my favorites in fact, though I was curious as to why they had obviously both gotten something. I first kissed my daughter in greeting, and then made some attempt at wanting to peek inside her bag. She snatched it away however before I could, laughing.

"Sorry daddy...you're gonna half to wait," she told me. Which told me a lot in just that simple statement.

"Oh I am...am I?"

"Yes David...and that goes for me too," my wife informed me, ensuring that her own bag remained tightly closed as Chris headed off towards her bedroom. "Well? How'd it go with you and Rob?" She asked. "Did you get a chance to talk to him at all?"

"Oh yeah...that and then some," I stood grinning at her. "We actually sat down and watched another one of our videos together...and jerked off," I said smiling at her.

"Damn it David! I'm trying to be serious here. Did you...or didn't you get a chance to talk with him?"

"I am being serious honey...I'm telling you the truth. That's what we did...while the two of you were gone!"

She looked at me then, trying to study me. "You're telling the truth!" She said quite surprised. "You really did? The two of you? Together?"

"Yep...we did!" And then her face took on a serious note.

"Which one?"

**

After I had told her which one it was that we had watched, I made a mental note to remove the other one from the cover it was in and put it away someplace else. She appeared genuinely relieved by that, though still mildly surprised we'd actually sat there and done that together.

"So...how'd things go with you? Obviously, you spent some time together in the lingerie store, so what's up with that?" I asked curiously.




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"Oh...we talked," Jackie grinned letting me know there was a lot more to it than that too. "But since you shared with me...I'll tell you what we did. And then, I have something else to run past you as well."

I knew that had something to do with their purchases, but I was perfectly willing to wait until she was ready to tell me what that was. At the moment...I was more curious about the "what we did" part more than anything.

It was then that she took me by the hand and began leading me up the stairs to our bedroom. I figured she wanted to talk to me in private about it, so I simply followed. Once we entered the bedroom, I stood anxiously waiting while she hurriedly stuffed her purchase away before I could see it, and then began undressing herself.

I looked at her curiously. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"So...are you going to tell me what happened, or do I have to guess?"

"Of course I am," she grinned continuing to undress.

"Ok...when?"

"While you're eating me," she said simply, now naked crawling up into the bed.

I looked at her. "You're serious."

"Hell yes...and damn fucking horny too! Now...get over here and start licking me, unless you'd rather not hear all the hot, juicy naughty details."

Quick as a bunny, I was laying between her outstretched legs, my hands already toying with her hard little love-button.

"Once upon a time...there was this very, very horny mother, who took her daughter shopping..."

"I always did like a good bed-time story," I said lapping at my wife's already wet juicy pussy."

She laughed at that, but then told me to be quiet and not talk with my mouth full. "Unless of course you don't want to listen to my naughty little story about your own wife and daughter," she intimated.

I said not a word, now sucking her clit...as she began again.

"So...once upon a time, there was this very, very horny mother...who took her daughter shopping. And where they proceeded to try on a few very revealing, very sexy negligees using the same dressing room. And then...while they did that, and told one another what they thought, how things looked, they began looking into the magic mirror. And then the mirror told them looking back at them just how sexy and attractive they both looked. And it cast a spell over the two of them, and told them they were to touch themselves, and to pleasure themselves, as well as the mirror...so they did."

"And then of course, the mirror told you to come home and have your husband eat you," I added.

"Well of course, aren't you under the magic spell too?" She asked.

"I am now..." I said lapping away at her succulent cunt. "What else did the mirror have to say?"

"Well, that's the part I'm not too sure about, so I thought it best to come home and ask you about it first, see what you had to say."

"And what's that?"

"How'd you feel about doing another movie? And not just you and I staring in it...but the kids too, if Rob's interested in doing that, and if you'd be ok with doing it too," she asked. "Well? What do you think? Interested? Or is that a bit too weird even for you?"

"I don't know...let me ask the pussy spirit first," I said, spreading my wife's lips even further apart than they already were. I then spoke into her cunt, trying to make an echoing sound. 

She slapped me up the side of my head, but then grabbed on to my ears and mashed herself against me. "Eat me...make me cum you fuck, and then we'll talk about it seriously, after you're through horsing around."

I didn't as yet have the heart to tell her it was a no brainer. Or rather coming from Rob in fact who'd first mentioned it earlier. At the moment, all I wanted to do was suck my wife's clit until she turned inside out. Which she soon did. But now I had a pretty good idea where the other suggestion had come from too. And I smiled inwardly as I slowly devoured my wife's hot liquid pussy.

To be continued...



Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 04



It was very odd. As we sat down at the dining room table for dinner, everyone seemed very subdued. Unlike the way it had been at breakfast earlier, the kids hardly spoke, even picking through the meal, which normally had been one of their favorites. Even Jackie raised her eyebrows towards me questioning. Though all I could do was shrug my shoulders in response to that. I had no idea what was going on. Something. I could only surmise that perhaps the kids had sat down and talked about it later on. Perhaps they were having second thoughts about everything that had happened. Frankly, I'd been half expecting it, those same guilty feelings suddenly rushing back, which is why I sat picking at my own food.

But Jackie, as usual, wasn't about to let it continue on for very long. Especially when she had gone to a great deal of work in preparing such a delicious meal that normally would have been entirely consumed by now.

"Ok, who wants to go first?" she asked as she sat slicing up a portion of the tender roast beef she'd prepared. Chris was the first to respond.

"To do what?" She asked as she sat forming her mashed potatoes into a slightly larger pile without taking a bite.

"Oh...I don't know...to maybe explain why the two of you are acting so moody all of a sudden?" My wife asked.

Chris looked towards her brother, though he kept his eyes down on his own plate, though he made some effort to slice off a portion of meat, forking it into his mouth without looking at anyone. It was clearly obvious by the way she had looked at him, that the two of them had spoken earlier. Whatever they'd discussed had caused some sort of troubling concern, which had impacted the dynamics of what we'd all so recently experienced with one another.

"Chicken," she said simply still eyeing her brother, though he did raise his head, nearly responding to his sister's declaration, thought better of it, and spooned a bit of green beans into his mouth instead. Rob didn't much care for green beans, and yet, he ate them as though to ward off his sister's challenge.

Jackie put her knife and fork down, sitting back in her chair, and then folded her arms over her breasts. "Ok, before dinner's completely and totally ruined here, can we at least agree that perhaps we need to all have another chat again? Maybe after we've actually eaten and cleared things up?"

"I'm eating," Rob responded, forking another mouthful of green beans.

"Uh huh," Jackie said though I now felt it was time I actually put a word or two in myself.

"I agree, it appears we all need to clear the air here, after dinner," I announced. "Obviously something's happened, and it would appear we all need to sit down and talk about it."

At least everyone finished eating, though again, we did so mostly in silence. After we had all helped in clearing up the table along with the dinner dishes, Jackie told me to go pick out a nice bottle of wine from our somewhat small, but nicely stocked cabinet. "Maybe if we all have a nice glass of wine and relax..." she'd said shooing me off moments later. "We'll meet you in the formal family room," she then added, purposely directing us away from the den where it would be less of a reminder as to the recent activities, which had taken place there.

I had just finished pouring everyone a glass of wine, sipping my own when they came walking in. After everyone had taken a seat on the couch or the chairs, I passed around the wine glasses, which we all now sat sipping once again in silence.

"Ok, Chris? Since you obviously have...or had something to say earlier? Why don't you begin and tell us what's actually going on here," Jackie asked.

As she'd done before, she took a quick glance towards her brother, but then turned back around facing us.

"Well, earlier? I was heading up stairs to go to my room, and I saw Rob leaning his head against your bedroom door. Obviously he was listening."

I saw my wife's eyes light up at that, but as she'd done in the past, without commenting at this point, she merely nodded her head indicating that Chris should continue. I took my cue from her, sipping my wine instead, though curious.

"Anyway, at first he didn't hear me, or see me, until I'd almost reached him, then he turned and shushed me, telling me to be quiet as I approached. So I listened too, and it was obvious you guys were going at it again." Chris actually laughed as she said that, as did Jackie and I, the tension in the air lessening a little.

"Go on," I spoke.

"Well, it was then I noticed, Rob had his cock out and was playing with it, which of course made me horny too." Jackie stifled a smile, sipping her wine. "We both listened for a moment or two longer, but then I motioned to him to follow me down the hall to my room, which he did. Except...once we got there after closing the door so we could speak, I told him I wanted him to come fuck me, you know...because now I was horny too. Except...he said that we probably shouldn't. He said he thought that maybe you two really didn't want us messing around anymore, and that maybe it wasn't such a good idea for us to do anything unless you were there with us."

"I don't think we ever discussed that, or made any mention of the fact we disapproved of your relationship," I said looking over towards my wife who sat nodding her head in agreement. "You're both adults now, and as far as we're concerned, perfectly capable of deciding for yourselves as to what you both want, or are willing to do, or not do. I don't think that's for us to decide at this point. The only thing I think we'd be in a position to suggest, is if you decide to do so...to continue on with an intimate relationship, is that you not flaunt it in front of people we know. They might not have the same understanding, or open-mindedness that we do."

And though my comment seemed to put that in perspective again, and clear up any misconceptions or communications about it, it was obvious there was a bit more to it than that.

"Told you they didn't mind," Chris said staring at her brother, actually smiling a bit. "But...one thing we both did agree on, and where curious about," she went on finally now speaking for them both as even Rob sat up a bit straighter in his chair. "What we're mostly worried about, is that what happened...was a onetime thing, a sort of a..."It just happened" kind of a thing, and that it probably wouldn't ever happen again. You know?" Chris looked back and forth between us worriedly, letting it sink in for a moment. "But here's the deal..." she continued. "The fact is, both Rob and I enjoyed this morning, a lot. And even afterwards, during breakfast, things seemed to be a lot more fun around here than it's actually been for a while. Now, I don't know if that had something to do with what we'd done outside, but I think it did. At least for me it did. And I was horny and aroused after that almost all day long. Until Rob told me what he did anyway," she said once again glaring at her brother. "But...was it? A onetime thing? Because we certainly hope that it wasn't," she now stated firmly. "I know...we know, a lot of people would probably frown at what we did out there, and certainly a few other things too," she added, looking directly at me. Which told me in a sense that Rob must have said something to her about our brief afternoon together. "But the way we see it...its no one else's business what we do. The only fear and concern we have...is that maybe you and mom might not see it that way."

"I see," Jackie finally said finishing off her glass of wine. "So, what you're telling your father and I, is that you enjoyed it...enjoyed what we all shared together, and want to continue doing so, is that it?"

"Yes," Rob actually answered even before Chris could, which she still did a second after her brother had. "I enjoyed what dad and I did today," he openly admitted. "It was fun...maybe a bit unusual in a way...but it was still fun. And I'd like to think that wasn't just a fluke of some sort either," he finished.

"So...just be honest with us both," Chris said jumping in again. "If we don't have a problem with continuing to have fun like that again...do you guys?"

"Let me say this...and I believe I am speaking for your father as well on some level. We'll be the first to admit and say we've enjoyed everything that's happened so far. I'm not sure...being your mother, and he...your father, that we're quite in a place to actually go much beyond that. More than we already have. I would never want anything to happen or come between us, that would cause problems for anyone inside this family. So...there are still issues there, at least for me, and perhaps for the three of you as well, that have to be taken into consideration. But...let me at least add this much. I'm willing to at least continue as far as we have gone, and just take things as they come. As long as we're all willing to be perfectly and totally candid with one another...and honest. Then I don't foresee any real problems here. If at any point however, anyone...you, your brother, even your father or I, have any concerns. Then I think we all agree to come in here...sit down, just as we are right now, and discuss them. Agreed?"

Everyone agreed of course, and it was nice seeing the smiles return back to everyone's face again.

"Now, what's say we all grab another glass of wine, and head on down to the den shall we?" Jackie suggested.

"Cool, and can we watch the other movie? The one Rob said he got to watch? He told me how daddy came walking around balancing a rose on his dick, and I'd kind of like to see that for myself now," Chris said grinning. 

"Yeah...we can watch that one," Jackie said looking at me, asking the second question she had for me without so many words. I merely smiled at her winking. I'd been wise enough to have moved the third movie to another location. At least for now...

**

"Let me make a quick pit-stop," Jackie said heading up to our bedroom. "I've got something I think might be interesting and fun...under the circumstances," she added giving no hint as to what it was she was up to. The rest of us headed on down to the den, where almost immediately Chris shed her clothing without even batting an eyelash. As she did that, Rob walked over and removed "The Sound of Music" case. Upon opening it, he gave it...and then me a questioning look.

"Top one," I said without further explanation, and thankfully, he didn't pursue it. It was obvious he was curious as to where the other one had disappeared to, though he didn't let on to his sister at least, that one of the three was missing. He then walked over and slid the disk into the DVD player, sitting down on the couch. Moments later Jackie came down joining us, having removed all her clothing upstairs. 

"Isn't that typical?" She asked walking into the room. "Here are Chris and I already naked, and the two of you are still dressed."

"They're waiting to get erections," Chris guessed. "Don't want us seeing them with their pricks doing the floppy dance, or only half as big as they really are. It's a guy thing," she mused teasing us both. Though in a strange way...she was partially correct. I had been sort of waiting for that, as Rob had been, though he was also the first between us to actually stand up at that moment, removing his pants.

"See? I told you!" Chris snickered as Rob finished removing them, proving to everyone that he at least did have a reasonable looking hard-on.

I undressed then as well, though I was far from erect yet, only a little self-conscious about doing so, as I could in fact appear quite small in a less than aroused state. Chris however found it interesting.

"Wow daddy! You mean...it can go from that, to as big as it was earlier?" She asked obviously surprised at that. "Cool!" she said teasingly. I reached down to give it a bit of help, but she stopped me. "No...I want to watch it grow...all by itself! Don't help it any either!" She now asked.

Though the movie had started, Rob paused it, freezing his sexily dressed mother there at the bottom of the steps for a moment, looking on. I had actually taken my seat on the couch, only then realizing after I had, that I was now sitting where it was that Jackie and I had first watched the kids fucking the night before. Just that bit of brief nostalgia was enough to send a tickling throb up my shaft as my prick grew a little. Chris came over, sitting beside me there on the couch, though kneeling...facing me, looking down at my slowly growing organ. Jackie walked over then sitting on the other side, though I noticed she had placed some sort of bag on the floor next to the couch without any explanation as to what was in it. Rob having taken one of the chairs, just sat in it sideways as he'd done earlier, his legs over the arm, though facing towards us...watching. He had his dick in his hand, absentmindedly fondling it.

I grew a little more. For some reason, having my daughter kneeling there only inches away, her sweet beautiful tits hanging there so decadently seemed to add a little fuel to the fire. Not to mention Jackie now sitting, or rather likewise kneeling on the other side, looking on as well.

"Fascinating isn't it?" She stated. "Like a blooming flower."

"Or beanstalk perhaps," Chris quipped chuckling. "It's getting a lot harder. Though I bet it grows quicker when you water it," she laughed, alluding to the obvious.

"You're right about that!" Jackie quipped. "Daddy does like it when I squirt all over him, though apparently so does Rob when you do too," she added looking over at him as he sat grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

"Wow...it's really starting to get big and hard now," Chris said her eyes glued to my cock as it continued to grow, her hand twitching as though she wanted to reach out and grab it, and feel it for herself.

"Yes...isn't it," Jackie agreed leaning forward a bit, and now Chris did, the two of them close enough I could feel their respective breaths, causing my cock to twitch, throb a bit as they did that. But to make matters worse...in a way at least, as Chris leaned in, I felt the tips of her breasts suddenly brushing against my thigh. I glanced up worriedly towards my wife, wondering if she'd seen that, or what. "I don't think feeling a little titty is too out of line," she then said. "As long as Chris doesn't mind anyway, because I know you don't!" she finished smiling at me.

"Fuck no...I don't mind. Go ahead daddy...feel my tits a little if you want to."

I heard the sound of the chair being vacated. In seconds Rob had walked over taking a place on the arm of the couch next to his mother.

"Does that mean..."

"You wanna feel my tits too don't you?" Jackie laughed. I'd already placed my hand around one of Chris's, marveling at the feel of it...the differences and similarities, my cock now growing by leaps and by bounds. 

"Go ahead honey...have a feel, I guess we can at least allow you boys to enjoy that much."

In seconds, he had filled his hands with his mother's breast, molding and kneading it within his hands. I glanced over, watching as he gently captured her rock-hard nipple, pinching it slightly, pulling on it much to Jackie's delight as she closed her eyes briefly, savoring the sensation. I was doing the same to Chris, enjoying the feel of her equally stiff fat nipple until Jackie woke us all from our rather erotic revelry.

"Well...maybe it's time for the movie," she suggested sitting up. "Go un-pause it," she told Rob, effectively causing him to release her breast, though he did so reluctantly, walking over towards the TV, his hard stiff cock leading the way.

I too sat back, Chris now spinning around on the couch sitting beside me, her bare thigh still close enough to be touching my own as the movie started up again. Seconds later, we were all laughing as I approached my wife, rose balanced delicately across my dick.

"How'd you manage to do that anyway?" Chris wondered aloud. "Without it falling?"

"I had a little help," I confessed. "I missed one of the thorns, and it sort of buried itself on my dick."

"Ouch!" She giggled, looking over at my hard cock once again. "Hope it didn't leave any scars!"

"Nah...your mom kissed it all better for me," I laughed back, causing everyone else to do the same too.

And then...we sat back as the movie began to get a bit more interesting.

"Here, before I forget and things get too heated here," Jackie said finally reaching over into her sack. "I brought something for you that I thought you might enjoy trying."

She reached in, removing one of her favorite toys, a purple colored vibrator called "The Rabbit", which I myself had enjoyed watching her use on numerous occasions. She leaned over across my chest handing it to Chris, who giggled appreciatively accepting it.

"Always did want to try one of these," she said turning it over and around in her hand. It was feature rich, and she quickly thumbed through the settings like a pro, testing each one. "Hell of a lot better than the one I have!" She announced. "I've been using a simple plain white slim vibrator that only has one speed."

Jackie laughed. "I was wondering where that one went too," she chided her daughter. 

Chris blushed slightly, apologetically. "Didn't think you'd miss it, not after you got those other two new ones," she said...surprising Jackie in a way, that she knew about them. "So I sort of permanently borrowed it," she added sheepishly.

"Well, now you can ask if you want to borrow one of the other ones," her mom informed her. "Though I have a feeling...we'll both be fighting over this one, unless of course...you get your own rabbit, which after using this...I think one of us will have to!"

Jackie then reached into her sack and pulled out another device, completely different than the rabbit. Rob and I both sitting there in abject fascination...watching and listening to them even though on screen...Jackie and I were going at it like rabbits ourselves.

"What's that?" Chris asked curiously looking at the contraption as Jackie removed it from the box.

"Your dad got it for me a few weeks ago," she shared. "Only used it once until now...kind of interesting really. Called a "clit-sucker."

"A what?" Rob asked once again standing up, walking over. "What's it do? He was still milking his prick, and the sound of his slickness was evident. Yet he stood there looking on, working his cock almost oblivious to what we all could so easily hear.

Jackie sighed briefly, watching her son, her cheeks were flushed with obvious arousal. "It's called a clit-sucker, it sucks your clit," Jackie said smiling pleasurably as she uncoiled the small tube attached to what looked like a small facemask. Except this she actually placed over her pussy lips. At the end of the tube was a small pump, which she then squeezed. "Watch," she told us all. Which we now did...the movie for the moment totally forgotten, even though you could hear Jackie and I in the background fucking away like mad. She squeezed the pump again, and then again. Chris's eyes widening as she did. Slowly but surely, we all watched as my wife's hard little clit seemed to grow, quite a bit in fact, filling the small little tube which had now suctioned itself around her pussy, drawing it in...in particular her clit.

"Holy shit! How's that feel mom?" Chris asked. "Doesn't it hurt? I mean...god, your clit's gotten so fucking big...stretched like that."

"Actually if you go slow...and adjust it to your own comfort level, it actually feels damn good. It supersensatizes your clit even more than it is already. At least mine it does. Then...when I've just let it sit here like that for a minute or two, and then use this...or even let daddy suck it, I have the most intense orgasms ever!"

"Wet ones?" Rob asked excitedly, causing everyone to laugh.




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"Yes honey...really, really wet ones. Which I'm sure I'll have later. But not at this very moment. Now...go sit down, so we can all sit back, play a little...and watch the movie."

Once again reluctantly, Rob returned to his seat, Chris began teasing herself with her mother's rabbit, though periodically looking over at her as she sat there with the clit-sucker still attached doing its thing. "Work on your nipples too?" She asked.  

"Matter of fact...it does yes. But frankly, your father does a much better job of it with his mouth," she told our daughter leaning over to kiss me on the cheek as I reached up, giving one of my wife's nipples a tender little pull.

"Oh yeah...that's what I mean, keep doing that," she told me. So I did.

A short time later the movie ended, though no one had as yet cum...and far from it, though the sexual excitement of the room was readily apparent. It had become more exciting at this point to actually gather around, watching one another...in particular the girls as they continued to experiment with the toys Jackie had brought down.

"Can I try that?" Chris asked as Jackie finally removed the clit-sucker, releasing the pressure.

"Yeah, but be careful with it...don't pump it up too fast or too much until you see how it feels and where you best like it," she cautioned her.

"Maybe you'd better show me," Chris suggested. 

Rob and I shot knowing glances at one another, but said nary a word as we did. Perhaps not really thinking about it...Jackie quickly proceeded to place the small plastic see-through cup over her daughter's mound.

"Make sure your lips are tucked in on both sides, or it won't seal very well," she cautioned, and then checked, helping to make sure they were. I felt my cock throb, lurching excitedly all on its own as she did that.

"Like that?" Chris asked, looking down checking herself, tucking her sweet pink lips in just a little as Jackie once again gave her a quick look-over.

"Perfect," Jackie smiled. "Now...go ahead, give it a pump or two...see how it feels." Chris pumped it, her clit poking its hot little head up inside the tube just a little.

"Hmmm," she purred. "That's different."

"Comfortable? Doesn't hurt or pinch it?"

"No worse than the way Rob sucks it when he's licking me," she confessed. "About the same really...though sometimes I have to tell him to suck it a little harder too," she said looking over at her brother who now sat on the floor in front of us now, once again absentmindedly fondling his dick.

"Don't feel bad...your mother very often says the same thing to me," I told my son. And sometimes, she tells me just the opposite too. "Not too hard damn it!" I joked.

"I do not!" Jackie said in defense, though she knew I was only joking around when I said that. "As horny as you get me when you're going down on me...you could suck it off entirely, and I'd be in heaven!" she stated.

Chris sighed a bit more deeply, having given the pump another squeeze. Her clit now extending itself even further inside the tube than her mother had.

"Fuck...it's a tiny cock!" Rob observed leaning forward for a closer look.

"In a way yes," Jackie said chuckling.

"I could say...that you have a really big clit Rob!" Chris charged him. "You're always asking me if I've ever done anything with any of my girlfriends, or if I ever would...wondering if I'd enjoy sucking another woman's clit...while she sucked mine," Chris tossed out, though I think it was the heat and the excitement of the moment as to why she did so. Jackie and I locking eyes looking at one another briefly without comment.

Realizing what she'd just said perhaps, she blushed profusely, turning towards her mother. Jackie was doing the same looking at her.

"Have you?" she asked simply.

The one thing about Jackie was, I'd never known her to openly lie to anyone...especially the kids. She might evade the question, or not even answer it at all...but she never lie about something she'd been directly asked about.

"Yes...I have. But that's all I'm willing to admit to, at the moment," she told her. "We can talk about it later...but not right now."

"Hmm, naughty!" Chris chortled, causing her mother to blush even more. And then removed the clit sucker, her clit quickly slipping back in size a little, though she reached down, clasping it with her fingers. "Oooh, that is sensitive...in a good way!" She moaned. "Now...where the hells that rabbit?"

"I think I need something to drink," I said standing, actually wanting to change my observation, watching the two of them now sitting side by side. Each of them beautiful in their own unique way, and incredibly sensual looking, so uninhibitedly sitting there playing with themselves the way that they were. I poured myself a drink, walking around behind the couch, now looking down at them from above that way. One hand on my glass, the other on my dick, stroking.

"Hmm, I'm starting to get close with this thing," Chris moaned a bit deeper. She was letting her mother's toy pretty much do all the work, not even really fucking herself with it, as it rested just inside her pussy. The bands of small steel balls slowly rotating in opposite directions against one another, vibrating as well, while the "clit-tickler" on the rabbit she held pressed gently against her clit. "But what would really help push me over the edge here...is if someone was playing with my tits while I do this," she informed everyone. Looking towards her mother.

I was fairly certain it had been a direct request, but perhaps again side-stepping it with her, Jackie merely turned looking up towards me. "I'm sure your father would be more than happy to help you with that," she said as she sat working a slightly different vibrator in and out of her own pussy. "Wouldn't you dear?" She asked.

I had visions of us having another family discussion again at some point, but at the moment, I was only more than happy to reach over now clasping both of my daughter's breasts in hand, and begin caressing them, teasing them along with her nipples as she continued on, fucking herself with her mother's toy.

"Need some help too mom?" Rob asked anxiously, as she looked down at him on the floor. She laughed. "Sure...why not, like father...like son," she added simply. In a flash, Rob was standing next to me behind the couch as the two of us stood there, touching titty, watching the gals as they proceeded to masturbate towards pleasure, now urging one another on.

"God this is hot!" Chris exclaimed, her eyes looking a bit glazed now as she looked at her mother. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna come mom...I'm gonna cum!" 

She didn't squirt this time, though she definitely got a lot more juicy. The sound of her liquid climax easily heard as she only now pummeled herself with the toy, truly fucking her cunt. Almost immediately upon seeing, and hearing her do that...Jackie came too. Tossing her head back against the headrest of the couch, Rob still holding onto her tits, watching, though the sexy whore in her now took over, crying out.

"Pull on them! Twist them baby...yank on my nipples for me!" She demanded. I was half expecting that. I knew that she came harder more forcefully whenever I did...though I knew when to do it unlike Rob. He quickly obeyed however doing just as she'd asked, and then came violently, thrashing, moaning, spanking her clit with the palm of her hand as she climaxed.

Rob and I stood looking at one another...grinning. Each of us still softly now, caressing the girls breasts until they had slowly come down from their intense, mutual orgasms.

"Whew...now I need a drink!" Jackie said standing up. Chris on the other hand still basking in her own Euphoria, the toy off now, though still buried deeply inside her where it for the moment remained.

"Ok..." Jackie said walking over handing me a fresh drink as well. "Now I think...it's our turn to watch you two!" With that, Chris opened her eyes, sitting up, suddenly awake and alert once again.

"Oh yeah...I do like seeing that," she stated. "I once watched Rob and a couple of his friends jerking off together a couple of months ago. That was fucking hot too!"

"When? Where?" Rob asked, genuinely surprised. "You did not! I didn't see you!"

She laughed. "Ah ha! Gotcha! So you really did do that didn't you!" She teased having tricked her brother into admitting that he had done that, when she'd obviously suspected it.

Suddenly, it was just like old times again, but with an interesting little twist.

"Listen, before we...I...do anything here. I am sort of curious about something else."

"What's that?" My wife asked answering me, though it was evident by the look she was giving Rob, she was still curious to hear more about what he'd said.

"Well, to be honest, I was sort of expecting to see whatever it was that the two of you went shopping for and picked up today."

"Yes well...about that," Jackie said looking at Chris. "We got those for another reason, though I told Chris that was something she and Rob needed to discuss first, and then come to you with. I'm not sure they have yet. Especially with everything that happened earlier on this evening," she added. 

"No...we didn't, not really," Chris said looking over at her brother. "Only a little bit. But after what Rob told me about what you and he did today, I figured maybe you might consider it," she said. "So after I talked to mom...she said I'd better check with you first."

"About what?"

"We want to do a movie too daddy. Only not just Rob and I...you know? But all of us in it...together."

I looked over at Rob, he was hiding a smile. "Tell you what...let me think about it tonight, and we'll discuss it tomorrow. A bit late to do anything tonight now anyway. And I'd also like the chance to talk to mom on it some more as well. That sound ok with you two?" I asked including Rob now.

"That sounds fine daddy...tomorrow would probably be better anyway. Then mom and I can show our new sexy stuff off for both of you if you'd like. In the meantime...I think I'm ready to have a bit more fun again, watching you two."

"Ditto that," Jackie grinned giving me a mischievous look. "And I do think it's probably a good idea that your father and I chat about this a bit more before we finally decide if we're actually going to do that," she added. Though I couldn't help but wonder...if she wasn't so inclined to, why had they bought what they obviously did in the first place? 

I knew better than to say anything though. Now, was definitely not the time. Especially when Jackie took my hand, and Chris then took Rob's leading us over to sit down beside one another there on the couch. The two of them then prostrated themselves there on the floor in front of us.

"Well?" Chris asked. "It's your turn!" she said.

"You heard your daughter...and you heard your sister," Jackie said first looking at me, and then at Rob. "Let's see some jerking off!"

To be continued...



Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 05



I felt, and then heard Jackie roll out of bed early in the morning, the sound of her feet as she headed into our private bathroom, the door closing behind her. I lay there for a moment, and then realized I couldn't wait for her. Needing to pee rather badly myself, I slipped out of bed and exited our room heading down the hall towards the other bathroom.

This one we called the "guest" bathroom, though it was situated between the kid's rooms, each one having their own access to it from either side. I entered, both doors closed of course leading into their rooms. I had my typical morning woody, or a partial one anyway as I lifted the toilet seat and stood there pointing my semi-erect dick towards the bowl. The fact that I'd walked down the hall in the nude was of no moment. After everything that had been going on around here lately, being caught in the nude no longer seemed to be of any real concern. Not that it had ever been in the first place, as again we had always taught the kids they were never to feel ashamed about their bodies. But I hadn't exactly just wandered about in the buff before either.

So absorbed in those very thoughts at the moment, still trying to mentally will my cock down enough to finally pee, I didn't hear the door to Chris's room opening as she stepped into the bathroom.

"Oh, sorry...I didn't know you were in here."

"I'll ah...be done in a minute," I told her, expecting her to leave as she'd entered the bathroom entirely naked as well. She didn't, simply standing there looking at me. Suddenly I was pee-shy. "It might be a bit longer than I thought...you ah...need to go real bad?" I asked wondering if now I should leave, or if my daughter would.

Silly as it might sound, it felt weird standing there with my dick in hand, and nothing happening. Chris had her eyes glued on my cock which didn't help matters much either.

"Not in any real hurry," she smiled still watching, though not going anywhere obviously. "You mind if I watch?" she then asked coyly. "Never really seen a guy do that before...not up close and personal anyway," she added.

"No...I guess not," I answered, closing my eyes and trying with all my will to force my bladder to finally begin to empty itself. Problem was, my dick was getting harder...not softer. The image of my daughter standing there in the doorway looking at me suddenly filling my head. I opened my eyes again. "Sorry...it's a...well, you know...hard to pee with a..."

"Boner?" Chris giggled. "Yeah...I can imagine it would be."

To make matters worse, she leaned against the door slowly lifting one arm over her head as though stretching. One leg coming up slightly, bent at the knee as she balanced it on tippy-toe. It was an obvious pose meant to tease, to titillate. And it was. Her long shoulder length hair fell lazily around her neck, like itchy fingers reaching towards her breasts. Following their lines, I looked over and realized just how hard and pointed the tips of her breasts were, nipples rock hard, areolas crinkled up with arousal, excitement.

"Fuck!" I said looking down at myself, hearing my daughter giggle.

"Having problems daddy?"

Once again I closed my eyes, straining, finally feeling the surge of release, an almost pleasurable one, finally begin to make its way up my shaft. And as it did, I felt the pressured release of my cock finally softening a bit allowing me to go. It was as though someone had poked it with a pin, though I was almost happy to be feeling and seeing that. Any longer, and I'd have had to soften it another way.

Finally I began to urinate, stepping closer towards the bowl so I didn't miss-direct my aim and cause yet another mess. As I did so, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Chris had stepped away from the door, closing the distance between us. She now stood beside me looking down at me as I peed.

"Can I hold it?" she asked.

"What?"

"Hold it? Always wanted to do that...see what it was like, you know...being a girl and all."

"I don't know Chris..." I began. To me, that was bordering on a sex-thing, or at least now it was anyway. 

"Oh come on please? You're almost done already, just want to see what it might feel like if I had one and was able to pee that way."

I'd always had a hard time telling her no, especially when she pleaded with me in that little girl voice of hers. 

"Please daddy? Please?"

"Ok, but watch what you're doing, don't make me piss on the floor or all over ourselves either," I cautioned her.

She reached over grasping my cock, taking over, carefully aiming it as I finally felt the last of my morning piss traveling up my urethra. 

"So...do I shake it?" She asked as the final last dribbles emerged.

"Not quite yet," I told her. "You'll still flip it around too much if you do it too soon," I informed her, my nervousness at having allowed her to even do this at least causing my prick to wither fairly rapidly at this moment. It was now almost as soft as it had been the first time she'd knelt there actually watching it grow. "Ok, now you can," I told her.

She shook it, or rather wiggled it a bit, giggling. 

"What?"

"That's funny," she giggled again, still shaking it. "It's...it's so wiggly. Amazing how it can do that, go from so hard...to so soft...so quickly, so...so wiggly." Once again she burst out laughing. "Maybe that's what I should call you from now on...Mr. Wiggly!"

"Great," I thought to myself. "Just what I want to be known by...Mr. Wiggly to my daughter." 

The problem was, she was still holding onto it. Which in my mind...was now a "sex-thing" so I stepped back, forcing her to release me. Almost immediately she sat down however after first closing the lid, and then began to pee herself. When I'd stepped back, I had sandwiched myself against the shower, so it would take a small maneuver to get around her as she sat there.

"Don't go yet," she told me. "Now you can watch me pee."

Ok, it really was a little weird maybe, but she spread her legs just enough that I could see the stream of piss falling from her pussy, shooting into the bowl. The thing was however, even though she was peeing...it reminded me of when she actually climaxed, sort of the way she squirted when she did. Like a friggin yo-yo...my cock started hardening again as I stood there watching her pee.

It didn't go without notice either.

"Wow daddy! Your cock's getting all stiffy again!"

"Yeah well..." I said feeling a bit embarrassed, and now thinking that maybe it was finally time for me to leave here. And I would have, but that's when Chris propped one leg up on the bathtub effectively blocking my escape. But more importantly, also spreading herself wide open as her fingers now reached down, the tip of one finger now gently caressing her still semi-hidden clitoris.

"Watch me grow too," she giggled once again. "Watch my little girl boner emerge," she challenged me. "I always enjoy rubbing one out in the morning after I wake up," she now shared. "Nice way to start the day don't you think?" She continued tickling her clit, and my cock continued to sit there and grow. "Wanna join me?"

"I don't know Chris, I'm thinking your mom..."

"Might want to join you both?" she asked as the bathroom door suddenly opened. "I was wondering what was taking you so long...now I know."

**

"We were...I was just ah...I mean she, Chris...was ah," Jackie laughed.

"I have a pretty good idea," My wife said looking down at her daughter, and then up at me. "But, standing here, I have to admit...that does look like a bit of fun," she added.

I felt genuinely relieved as Jackie turned removing her bathrobe, hanging it on one of the hooks behind the door, suddenly she too was naked. She walked over now standing in front of Chris as she remained sitting on the toilet seat, legs still spread, and still stroking herself. I don't think she'd even missed a beat doing so the entire time. Now here we both were, my wife and I standing in front of one another, and in front of Chris, though she was sitting down.

"You know what would be really fun?" Chris asked.

"No...tell me," her mother said looking down. "Obviously...you have something in mind here."

"Well yeah...you might could say that, but I sorta need your ok before I do anything," she stated.

Already I had an idea as to what it was...and if I did.

"And what might that be?" Her mother asked.

"Well, I know that when Rob's let me masturbate my clit with his cock...it's felt really, really good. So...I was sort of thinking, especially as the two of you are already standing here, that maybe...you'd let me masturbate daddy's cock against your clit," she suggested hopefully.

"I don't know David...what do you think? Think something like that might be ok, and not too far out of bounds here? Or are we pushing things again?" My wife asked.

At this point, I was so fucking horny I'd have let Jackie's mother do it if she'd been sitting there asking the question. "It's...not that...big a stretch," I sort of allowed smiling a bit.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Jackie mused...and then giggled. "Ok baby...go ahead, tickle me with daddy's cock."

Jackie now spread her legs apart considerably, simultaneously reaching down with her hands spreading her pussy open even more. Almost at once, her hard thick precious little clit emerged all pink, shiny and swollen. Reaching over immediately, Chris grabbed my cock, forcing me as she did so to step forward a bit, now close enough that she could actually rub the head of my prick against her mother's cunt. As she did that, she continued to finger-fuck herself as well, watching, rubbing all three of us quite delightedly moaning and enjoying the experience together. It was rather fucking hot even if I did say so myself.

I always did love it when the horny hot naughty bitch came out in my wife, which it immediately did. "Oh fuck yes...that feels naughty good!" My wife purred. "That's it baby...that's it, rub mommies clitty with daddy's prick honey....nice and hard, nice and fast against it!" she urged. "Make daddy's big hard prick squirt all over mommy's clitty baby...make it all messy, juicy, slick with his fuck juice!"

I actually loved it when Jackie started talking with a "potty-mouth" as I called it, and had before felt so inclined to do so myself whenever she did. Up until now however, I'd actually refrained from doing so, more so because of the kids, though I'd already noticed once or twice, that Chris got nearly as vulgar in her own speaking once she too was aroused.

"I love making your cunt juicy mommy," Chris spoke. "Sitting here rubbing daddy's hard stiff prick against your wet creamy fuck hole, it's so juicy...so wet, so hot! I really do want to see daddy squirt all over this hard precious little clit of yours," she said escalating her own fingering which we could both hear as our daughter's juices obviously began to heighten her own pleasure. The sounds of her own slickness now easily heard as she finger-fucked herself breathing heavily, panting as she furiously rubbed my prick up and down, back and forth against her mother's cunt.

My resolve at remaining more controlled, more aloof was suddenly gone.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes baby, rub it! Slap my cock against mom's cunt...beat her pussy with it baby! Slap that clit! Slap it! Slap it! Slap it!"

Although Jackie and I had certainly enjoyed a few simultaneous orgasms together in the past, I think this was an all time first, at least for me it was anyway, experiencing what now became a simultaneous three-way orgasm.

Chris triggered it essentially too, it became obvious that she was on the verge, her low-deep throated moan of release suddenly coming up from deep within her lungs. As she did, Jackie began to shake and quake, her own cry of pleasure suddenly added to that of our daughters, creating a harmonic symphony of orgasmic delight. Hearing the two of them, I felt the first liquid spurt of my cream suddenly explode from the tip of my cock, yelling out now as well. We all watched, felt, shuddering and crying out pleasurably as my sperm bathed my wife's cunt. Her own "gusher" suddenly occurring, like that proverbial faucet being turned on, the onrush and splash of her sweet nectar cascading downwards like a waterfall. It covered my cock, Chris's hand, everything. As Chris suddenly sat back a bit, opening her pussy even more with her own hands, actually releasing my dick. And though she'd already been in the throes of her own climax, she too began to spurt, that slick sticky sliver of girl-cream suddenly shooting out and up, joining her mother's, which continued to pour out from her. The floor now a wet slick mess, my wife's cunt dripping in sperm, her daughter's sweet sticky sauce, as well as her own.

The sound then of the other door opening as we all turned at once looking over towards it.

"I've fucking gotta start getting up earlier in the morning!" Rob said as he walked in.

**

As Jackie and I headed off to take a shower, Chris winked at the two of us as she led poor frustrated Rob into their shower. I didn't feel too terribly bad, he was after all in pretty good hands.

After we had all dressed again believe it or not, and finished up with breakfast, Jackie soon after drew me off to one side.

"I'm going out to run a quick errand. While I'm gone, set up the video cameras in the new den, I think for our movie...it might be fun doing it in that room later on."

I was a bit surprised at that, and curious as to where she was headed off to, but without another word as to what she was doing, she soon after headed out, but not before briefly speaking to the kids too. After she had, their faces lit up like Christmas trees, obviously whatever she'd just told them had them extremely excited.

"So...you two have agreed to do the movie with us huh?" Chris said grinning from ear to ear.

"Apparently so..." I responded in kind. "And that means, I have a bit of work to do."

For some time now I'd been working on the new den. We'd finished off the rest of the basement with the idea in mind that we'd move the old den into the new area we'd just finished. It was slightly smaller, but with the kids soon moving out, it would suit our purposes perfectly. The old den would then be transformed into a new workout area. Something that Jackie and I had both been wanting to do, complete with a nice-sized Jacuzzi, that we could also use for other things. Such as entertaining new friends perhaps. For now however, all that was in the new den was a fairly small couch, a couple of end tables, and four extra dining room chairs we'd stashed down there for safe-keeping, or for whenever we had additional company over for dinner and needed them. Beyond that, there wasn't very much yet as we were waiting to rearrange and move in the old furniture.

But, I could see Jackie's point, using that area would give us all plenty of room to maneuver in, and using both cameras at differing angles, we'd hopefully get some pretty interesting shots too.

Not at all surprised, Chris announced she was heading back upstairs to her room to "get ready" as she put it, meaning she'd no doubt spend the next hour or so primping herself for the evening to come, which was still quite a ways off yet. Rob volunteered to help me out, so we busied ourselves straightening up the new den. Luckily, it didn't need much cleaning or straightening as it was newly finished, though he and I sat rearranging the furniture just a bit, and actually had fun discussing the possible uses and placements of it. As an afterthought, we also hauled in the really nice air-bed we'd purchased in the event we had additional guests, and then blew that up, setting it off to one side, likewise making it up with fresh sheets and pillows. Neither one of us was too sure how that might actually come into play, but under the circumstances, having it available just might entice things into getting more interesting. Not that they weren't already.

"Well, I guess that's about all we can do until mom gets home," I stated. "Though I'm sure once she comes down to inspect the room, see what we've done with it...she might have a few ideas of her own she'd like to change or perhaps even add."

With that, I retired back into the current den to lose my mind in a pro football game along with Rob, which we were in the middle of when Jackie returned home. As I thought, she made a quick inspection of the new den, giving her approval, though we did move the couch against the wall rather than keeping it where it was at. 

She wasn't surprised to hear that Chris was in her room getting ready for the evening, and informed me she was off to do the same. All Rob and I could do was sit around and wait for the appointed hour.

They both came down the stairs together, disappointed initially when we saw them as they both wore bathrobes tightly wrapped about themselves. The one highlight being, they'd put on makeup and looked as though they were dressed for a fancy evening. That at least gave hint that whatever they had on underneath, would no doubt compliment and enhance their appearance. 

"You two go shower. When you're finished, you know where we'll be," my wife said.

It was probably the quickest shower I've ever taken, not beating Rob by any more than a couple of minutes either. He and I then went downstairs into the new den where the girls sat together on the couch, sipping a wine waiting for us.

I noticed as we walked in, one of the cameras showed a blinking light, Jackie had already been filming, making me wonder quite curiously what they'd been doing before we got there. But, my attention was refocused at once back on the girls, seeing how they were dressed, in their new incredibly sexy attire was in fact breathtaking.

As the saying goes...and in this case it was meant literally. They looked good enough to eat!

Jackie owned several sexy, and very revealing outfits, but this one surpassed any of those by a mile, as did my daughters. It was still sexy, sensual yes...but it was also meant to add a nice touch of slut to it as well, which they both did!

"Damn!" Rob said simply summing it all up in one word, punctuating that by removing his bathrobe, allowing it to drop on the floor where it lay. He was already hard as a rock, something I hadn't quite achieved myself yet, though standing there looking at the girls, it wouldn't take long either.

Jackie wore black, her preferred color. A sheer lace sort of thing though both breasts were totally revealed. Half cups cradling her breasts in a tight form-fitting corset, that looked a bit like the old-fashioned kind worn in many brothels years ago. Garters, stockings on each of them completed the picture, Chris wearing something quite similar though in red.

I don't know why it was, it's not like we hadn't seen and admired the girls tits before, but there was just something about the way the two of them were displayed sitting there the way they were. And then Chris spread her legs, she had crotchless panties on...as did her mom, each of them sitting there with a vibrator up deep inside their pussies. Now I had some sort of an idea as to what Jackie'd been filming.

My cock was now rock-hard, not even realizing it had gotten that way until my wife bid me over to stand beside her.

"Stand here...to the side, so the camera can see us," she stated, taking my cock in her mouth, just as Chris did to her brother. The two of us now like bookends on either side of the small couch, our dicks in the girls mouths, vibrators in their cunt's as we all stood there smiling at the camera.

After several minutes of some rather intense cock-sucking, it was then decided that Rob and I return the favor. With the girls still sitting side by side there on the couch, he and I knelt down on the floor in front of them both, in seconds, licking and sucking pussy like there was no tomorrow.




Voyeuristic Incest Ch. 05



I had already turned on the second camera, which would give us more of a wide-angled view, covering most of the room. The first I had reset for periodic zoomed in shots on a self-timer every few minutes. There was no way of knowing what all I might get doing it that way, but I was still fairly confident we'd get some interesting close-ups when I went in and edited it all later.

For the next half an hour we delighted ourselves teasing and pleasing one another, and finally fucking, this time using the chairs as our main props. The girls using the back rest of each, facing one another, leaning forward for balance as I stepped behind my wife, with Rob doing the same thing to Chris. We fucked doggy-style facing one another grinning from ear to ear. The sight of my daughter's tits swinging to and fro as her brother thrust into her from behind was erotic as hell. And they were no doubt watching and enjoying the same thing from their vantage point while I fucked their mother from behind, slamming into her wildly now as she ground back against me taking me in.

And of course the wild naughty side of Jackie emerged too, which I'd been expecting, adding that extra spicy slut sauce to the whole affair.

"Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy you prick!" Jackie cried out, "Come on baby...ram it, fuck it...make me squirm you fucking bastard!" She screamed.

There was no doubt they were both getting close, simply by the looks in their eyes. I was fighting hard against doing so myself, not yet ready to nor wanting the first round at least to end already. But there had been more to all this than either Rob or I were aware of, when surprising us both, by some mutual prearranged signal or something, the girls suddenly stood announcing at once that he and I were to sit down. 

Neither one of us dared to ask why...or what was going on, simply taking direction and sitting down on the two dining room chairs that they had placed together earlier on. I had briefly wondered about that earlier, but now it was obvious they'd had plans for them in the beginning as Rob and I took our seats.

"Ready for another shower?" Jackie asked, "Because I think you're both going to get one," she said her face about as wanton and lusty as I'd ever seen it...just short of that frenzied, almost scary look I'd only seen twice before.

But the big surprise came when the two of them stood before us, Chris in front of me...Jackie in front of our son. They began by squatting over us...not touching, and certainly not inserting anything, just simply rubbing their cunts. But each one doing so in such a way, there was no mistaking the intent here, or what was soon about to happen either.

Sure enough, only a few moments later, Chris's deep-throated signature climax erupted. Her pussy beginning to squirt, the thin streamer of her girl juice arching out of her pussy hitting my hard prick directly, splashing against it. Not to be outdone either, Jackie's own juicy climax began, not quite the water faucet this time, but wet enough that she splashed, not a continuous streamer like Chris was doing against me, more like gushed squirts that just exploded one after the other in rapid succession as Rob sat back enthralled, somewhat amazed and surprised as his mother came on him.

**

After everyone had collected themselves, and the girls had cleaned up a bit as I fixed us all something to drink, Jackie then wandered over towards the closet, opening the door and retrieving a small sack she had stashed there. Though curious, I didn't ask...I knew by the look on her face she'd soon explain it anyway, but there was another look too. A new one by the way I saw it. She looked hesitant, antsy...but there was no denying the fact she also looked determined too. 

"I don't think that now is the time or the place to hold a more formal sit down and talk about it sort of discussion," she began. "But I have come to a personal decision about something. And after I tell you about that...I'm then going to show you and give you all something, and ask if you'd be willing to go along with it...mainly for me," she added.

It was obvious even Chris had no idea, this being something Jackie hadn't discussed or shared with her before hand. Though before she began, Jackie nodded at the cameras looking towards me. I walked over turning them both off, and the returned where I now sat on the couch again, sipping my drink and wondering like everyone...what she was about to reveal here.

"Maybe it's just me...and maybe I am being a bit too silly about this. But...I've come to accept and realize, I have enjoyed, and am enjoying the things we've all done and so recently shared with one another." No one spoke, no one dared too. Whatever it was that Jackie had to say, it was evidently important. "We've already done and experienced things I didn't think I'd allow myself to do, and like I said...it's not that I feel guilty about it, because I don't really. It's just me."

She suddenly reached down into the sack she was holding, and moments later withdrew four blindfolds along with four black silk scarves.

"I've made a decision. And if you're willing to indulge me this one simple request," she said now handing them out to everyone. "If you're all willing to wear these, and promise not to peek, or even talk much if you can...then after that, I say...we just sort of go for it."

It wasn't too surprising when no one had any objections, and if anything, the kids found the whole idea rather kinky and erotic, to now realize we'd all been given the go ahead to do whatever to whom, we felt like doing as it were. Jackie then instructed us to all walk over to the king-sized airbed that Rob and I had positioned earlier. She then ensured we were all properly blindfolded and unable to see as she finished securing our coverings. She then walked over and grabbed her own mask off the arm of the couch, returning a second or so later, and had me help her put on her own, which I did even though I couldn't see what I was doing. I felt however, ensuring myself that Jackie too was just as blind as the three of us were.

For whatever reasons my wife had in doing it this way, it turned out to be one of the most erotic, sensual encounters I have ever known. Perhaps being robbed of one of our senses added to it, I don't know. But I saw...and I think we all did, with our mind as well as by enhanced touch. We explored, played...experienced one another in ways I honestly didn't think were even possible. By the end of it all, the four of us were completely exhausted, spent beyond words. Several hours had in fact passed by now, and soon I could even hear the gentle sound of Rob's snoring. He had simply fallen asleep where he lay.

**

Jackie asked me to wait for a couple of days before we were to get together again and watch the bit of movie we had made. She wanted that time for everyone, to think about what we had done, how we felt about it, and seeking some assurance from one another. Which I believe we all did. If anything, the peace and calm around the house was better than it had ever been before.

"I told the kids we'd watch it first, edit out anything that looks dumb or simply didn't turn out well. And then we'd all sit down and watch it together," she stated.

Sitting down in the old den, I turned on the TV, popped the new made DVD in, and settled back on the couch with my wife. We'd caught some pretty good stuff as I knew we would, though there still wasn't as much of it as I would have liked, making a few notes along the way of things we would probably want to edit out. It was nearing the end of where I'd quit filming, and I reached over to grab the remote. Jackie stopped me however smiling. I looked at her questioningly.

"The shows not over with yet...if anything, it's just begun," she said winking. I looked at her in surprise, though I settled back into the couch once again. Now anxious to see the rest of it.

"Where are the kids?" I asked.

"Upstairs in Rob's room watching another movie," she stated.

"Oh? And which one is that?"

"Swiss Family Robinson," she said looking at me with a gleam in her eye.

"But...but that's..."

"I know...now shut up and watch the movie," she laughed, and reached over to begin unzipping my fly.

The end...