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FAMILY FUN 1
                   by Ed Dippus  aka "Fast Oeddie"

                          - Chapter 1 -
                      
One summer Saturday, shortly after my first year of college, I
returned home from a noon racquetball game to find my Mom washing
her car.  I winced as I recalled I had promised to do this for her
before my game.  I ran up the driveway, dropped my stuff and
started apologizing.
        "Forget it," she said, "I'm kind of used to your
scatterbrains.  Honestly, I don't know how you make it in college."
        I picked up a sponge and started helping her.  It was a hot,
muggy day and I was still dressed in the nylon shorts I had worn
to play racquetball.  My t-shirt was discarded in favor of gaining
a tan.  Soon sweat was glistening off my torso.
        "Say," my Mom said approvingly, "Have you been working out? 
You look like you've developed a mighty fine body."
        I looked up at my mom, surprised that she'd mention something
like that.  She was leaning across the hood, eying me appreciatively.
She was also dressed in shorts and a white dago-T. This top gaped open,
revealing  the tops of her perky little breasts.  Trying not to ogle her
too much, I mumbled something about lifting at school, then went back to
washing.
        We finished up and I started collecting the buckets and
sponges as Mom hosed off the car.  As she swished the water back
and forth, she inadvertently sprayed me.  "Hey!" I shouted, "you're
getting me wet."
        "Oh really," she grinned innocently,"I haven't even started." 
Then she turned the hose on me.
        "Hey!" I shouted again lunging for the hose. "Let's see how
you like it."
        I grabbed the nozzle, but she held on tight.  In the ensuing
struggle, we both got entirely soaked.  Finally she regained
control and sprayed me again.  I bent down and bent the hose,
restricting the water flow.  "Truce!" I called laughingly. 
As we grinned at each other, I noticed that I could see her tits through
the soaked tee as clearly as if they were naked.  The sight gave me an
instant hard-on.
        Looking up to her face, I saw she was as mesmerized by my
shorts as I was by her shirt.  I let go of the hose, and she
sprayed me full in the face, knocking me over.
        "Fine," I yelled. "Clean up yourself.  I'm hitting the
showers." I needed to jack off this monster before it burst.  So
I rolled over and made a bee-line for the house.
        In the hot shower, as I soaped my rod, my mind was filled with
my Mom's petite body and exquisite tits.  I rubbed faster, nearing
my climax.  Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.  Through the
translucent shower doors I saw the vague outline of my Mom step
into the room and close the door.
        "Hurry up in there,"she said."I'm soaked."
        "Tough," I said, hurriedly rinsing away the lather in my
crotch. "It's your own fault.  Now you can wait your turn."
        "The hell you say," she trilled.  Then, to my astonishment,
I watched her form through the door as she stripped!  The white of
the t-shirt went first, then she stepped out of her shorts.  All
of a sudden I found myself staring at her naked outline and wishing
the shower door was clear instead of frosted.  But I didn't need
to, because the next thing I knew, she slid the door back and
stepped into the shower with me!
        "Hello there!" she said. Then, looking down, "My goodness,
that's quite a hard-on you have there."
        "M-m-m-m-mmom!"I stuttered."What's going on here?"
        "Oh ,come on," she said,"it's not like I've never seen you
naked before."
        "But, what about you?"
        "We're both adults, aren't we?" she said suggestively. As I
stared aghast at her she said "Come on, Bill.  You've been ogling
me for years.  It always turned me on, a little.  Then, when you
got back from school looking like this.  Well, I'm only human...
and very horny."
        I tried one more protest."What about Dad?"
        "He won't be back from golfing for another three hours. 
Besides, somehow I don't think he'd mind. Now, how about letting
me give you a hand?" she said, stepping forward and grabbing my
tool.  
        "Oh, this is nice," she cooed, stroking my rod "how about a
little more soap.  There, that's slipperier.  My, what a fine young
cock you have, son.  It's a shame I didn't latch onto this sooner."
        My head whirled as her small hand danced around my shaft. 
Soon all my protests were forgotten as I shut my eyes and drifted
with my favorite fantasy finally coming true. 
        "Hey, Bill," she said huskily, "Why don't you touch me, too.
I won't bite, at least, not yet."
        In a daze I reached out to her breasts and soaped them up. 
I wiped my hands around them, cupping, pushing, squeezing, lifting. 
I thumbed her nipples and was rewarded with a long low moan.
        "Oh, yes, baby. Play with my titties.  Play with Mommy's
titties.  Oh, yes, Bill."  Her stroking of my rod continued, now
speeding up a little.  But the angle with her facing me was
uncomfortable for her wrist, so she dropped to her knees and
started pumping me in earnest, fingering herself at the same time. 
My knees buckled, and I felt myself starting to come.  
        "Yes," she urged me, "come for Mommy, come for me.  Oh come
on son.  Come in Mommy's face."
        Groaning loudly, I obeyed, my Mom to the letter, unloading
jets of jism all over her face.
        "Yes! Yes! she yelled,"I'm coming too.  Oh I'm coming, Bill."
        When our orgasms subsided, she sat back in the tub, water
spraying her hot flesh, and began scooping my cum into her mouth.
"Mmmm, yummy," she grinned "but I'd like to taste it from the
source, next time."
        Instantly my boner sprang to attention again, as if I had
never come at all.  "How about now, Mom."
        "Sure thing, baby," she said, "but you'll have to do something
for me, first."
        "Name it," I said.
        "Come here," she beckoned, "Eat Mommy's pussy."
        She sat down on the edge of the tub and spread her long tan
legs.  I knelt between them, the water pelting off my back, and applied
my tongue techniques to her twat.  Soon I had her legs curled around my 
shoulders, her hands tugging my hair as she urged me deeper into the
place I came out of (and, with luck, would be cumming into before long!)
        "Oh, Bill" she moaned "you lick pussy like a pro.  Make me cum,
baby.  Make your old mother cum!"
        And I did.  Boy, did I.  Her legs crushed my face into her
crotch. Her back arched so far I had to hold her from falling onto the
bathroom floor. Her loud moans echoed off the tiled walls.
        As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed her hold on me and I was
able to resume normal breathing. (You know, someone ought to invent a
nose snorkel for dedicated pussy eaters!)  "That was the best, baby" she
breathed.
        By this time I was rock hard and ready to roll.  "How about that
blow-job now?"  I asked her, standing so my dick was at lip-level for
her.
        She looked up at me with a dreamy, satisfied smile on her face. 
"Sure son," she said,"but let's dry off and do it right in the bedroom."
        This was fine with me and I said so.  So we lovingly towelled
each other off and headed for the king-sized bed in the master bedroom.

                       
                
                          -Chapter 2-

     
        I hopped up onto the king-sized mattress and planted my ass in
the middle.  Then I lay out, spread-eagled, with my cock jutting up
toward the ceiling.  Mom stood in the doorway, eyeing me
appreciatively.  "You know," she said, "You must have inherited your
cock from my side of the family.   Your dad is nowhere near that big."
        That brought up a subject I wanted to avoid, but couldn't really
forget.  My cock flagged slightly as I thought of my dad finding out.
He'd cut my balls off!  "You mentioned earlier that Dad probably
wouldn't mind about us," I said, "are you SURE?"
        Mom laughed as she sashayed toward the bed, her perky tits
jiggling ever so nicely.  "I'm sure," she said, "we've had an open
marriage since you kids were little.  Lately, when I intimated at more
than motherly feelings toward you, he laughed and teased me about it. 
Said I couldn't wait to get my hands on your cock.  He was right, of
course, but not mad.  I accused him in turn of having lustful designs on
Geriann.  He admitted it.  We fantasized to each other about making it
with you kids.  I think he'll be delighted that he now has the
opportunity to pursue your sister."
        The thought of Dad fucking my sister brought me back to full
hardness again.  "I'm certain she'll go for it, Mom.  She's always
checking out Dad's shape.  Mine too, for that matter.  But I never
dreamed we'd open up this can of worms."
        Mom crawled up onto the bed between my spread legs. "There's
only one worm I'm interested in right now," she grinned, reaching for my
cock. She curled up between my legs, her shoulder length blonde hair
brushing my thighs. It was still damp, and tickled a bit, but suddenly I
couldn't feel it anymore. I couldn't feel anything but her hot breath on
my cock. Exhaling heavily, she was bathing my staff in hot breaths,
exciting it in ways I never thought possible.  Turning it this way and
that with her hand holding me at the base, she tingled every surface.  I
could feel my pulse throbbing through my cock, every nerve ending
excited and aware.  By contrast, the rest of my body didn't exist, so
overwhelmed was my brain by the total sesory overload emanating from my
crotch. And she hadn't even touched it yet!
        Just when I thought the feelings couldn't get more intense, Mom
flicked her tongue out and dabbed at the underside of my erection.  The
breaths now alternated with tiny stabs of her tongue, one hot and dry,
the other cooler and moist.  Gradually the breaths were outnumbered by
the licks. The tiny flicks became longer sweeps by her tongue. Now she
was licking all around, long, wet, slurping licks.  "Mmmmm," she moaned,
"you taste great, Son."
        The rhythmic licking was actually less intense than the initial
blowing, and my mind came down a little from the clouds.  But my cock
was still high!  Finally, Mom pulled her head up and plunged her lips
over the head of my cock.  She applied a slight bit of suction and began
a pistoning motion.  At this point, I raised up on my elbows and gazed
down at the head between my thighs.  The full import of what was going
on hit me right then. There was my MOM! Giving me a BLOWJOB! Talk about
a "head" job, she was blowing my mind as well.  As I watched, she
casually brushed her hair back behind her ear, unconsciously giving me a
better view.  She was really into what she was doing, industriously
pumping her head up and down. Her lips covered and uncovered the length
of my cock, which glistened wetly from her saliva. Her cheeks were
slightly hollowed from the suction she was using. If I concentrated (and
boy, was it hard to do!) I could differentiate between the feelings made
by the cheeks and those emanating from contact with her lips or the
slightly raspy tongue.
        Mom raised her eyes and noticed me watching.  She looked
directly into my eyes and smiled aroud her mouthful of my cock.  She
chuckled a bit, deep in her throat, and the vibrations sent new thrills
coursing through my rod!  My eyes rolled back into my head and I dropped
back onto the bed. Noticing that effect, Mom began humming as she blew
me, creating more good vibes.  I could feel myself beginning to lose
control, the first intimations of a great orgasm beginnig to tense my
muscles.  Sensing that, Mom went in for the kill.  Her suction
increased, her pace quicked, her hand began following her lips up my
shaft, milking my cock harder and harder. Her tongue tap-danced up and
down, urging me to cum!
        Suddenly her motion changed.  She placed her hands on the bed
outside my thighs and plunged her face deeper onto my cock.  I felt her
nose collide with my pubic hair as she opened her throat and took me ALL
the way in. I could feel those stretched muscles constricting the top of
my cock as she  pumped quickly up and down.  That was it!  With several
quick moans followed by a strangled cry I bucked my hips into her face
and shot load after load of cum down my Mother's throat. "Mmm. Mmm.
Mmm." she moaned around my cock in time to my spurts.  The feeling of
her swallowing around my cock coaxed more and more jism out of my rod. 
Finally, exhausted, spent, wiped out, blown away, I collapsed back on
the bed and came as close to passing out as I ever had in my life.
        After a few final licks, sucks and kisses, Mom left my now
shriveled cock to rest in peace and crawled up to snuggle against me. 
        "That's the biggest load I ever swallowed," she whispered, "and
did it ever taste great.  I love you, son, you were great."
        "Mom," I mumbled "You were great. I-, I don't know what to say."
        "Shh," she said, "you rest.  Later on we can talk about what
happenned. And do it again, I hope.  Now let's nap."
        So we slept together for a while.  Later I stumbled off to my
bed to sleep off the rest of the afternoon, while Mom got dressed and
went back downstairs. The last thought I had before falling asleep again
was of my dad and my sister, Geriann.  I hoped that they could find a
little bit of what Mom and I did.  Then I drifted off to dreamland,
where nothing I could dream of could top what had happened that day.

....... Or so I thought!!!!
 

                         - Chapter 3-


        That evening, Mom and Dad went out on a "special" date.  By the
big wink she gave me when they left, I knew Mom was going to fill him in
on the "goings-on."  That left Geriann and me home alone, and now that
my thoughts were tuned to intra-family sex, I began appraising my
chances of making it with Sis.
        I knew she was hot for me, but her contrary nature would cause
her to reject any overt passes I made.  Geriann and I have always had a
strong case of sibling rivalry between us and, although we loved each
other, we rarely turned down an opportunity to put each other down.
"Devious thinking is what's needed here," I told myself.
        I decided on the oldest ploy in the book: play off the rivalry
in a "strip-"challenge. You know, strip-poker, strip-backgammon, that
sort of  thing.  Once we'd shed some clothes, maybe we could lose some
inhibitions as well.  This trap only works when the trappee is as
anxious to get naked as the trapper, as I'd learned at school, but I was
fairly certain of my prey in this case.
        "Yo, shithead!" I called out, "Wanna get your ass kicked at
nine-ball downstairs?"  Billiards used to be an even game for us, but
one of the other things I learned at school was how to handle a hot cue.
Heh, heh, heh.
        "Thanks for the charming offer, jiz-breath," she called back
sweetly from upstairs, "but I've had a better one."  
        "I've got a date," she announced as she flounced downstairs.  I
was flabbergasted. If her denim mini-skirt was up any higher it would
have been a hat. If the tube top under the jacket was any lower it would
have been a sock. Her normally bedraggled red hair rose in shimmering
haloes around her head, framing a face highlighted by rose-colored lips
which said  "Fuck me" without once moving.
        "Who's the victim," I gasped without much conviction.
        "Jimmy Taylor," she said, "the quarterback at the community
college."
        "Oh, so he's dumb and a bad athelete, otherwise he'd be in real
school," I cracked, regaining some of my composure.
        "You're just jealous," she said.
        "Of you??"
        "Of him," she said, with an odd emphasis to her voice.  Outside
a horn honked. "S'long, schlong," she called, heading out the door. "Say
'hi' to Rosy Palm and her 5 sisters for me."        
        Ten o'clock: there's 7 million naked stories in this city, and I
wasn't one of them.  Oh, I was naked alright, but I was alone.  Mom had
called from the restaurant to say she and Dad were heading out to the 
Sybaris.  They were getting laid.  My sister was out with some
Neanderthal. The way she was dressed I was sure she was getting laid. 
All I had was HBO, a six-pack and Rosy.  Oh well, at least the beer was
cold.        
        Eleven-twenty: the front door slammed shut, jolting me out of a
doze.  I was still naked, but no longer alone.  "Oooooo, MEN!" Geri
screamed storming upstairs.  
        I bounded up after her.  "What?" I called, "what have we done
now?" She whirled around in her bedroom door.  Her tube top was pulled
down on one side, displaying a round, heavy tit proudly capped by a
bright red nipple. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair was askew.  I
immediately got the wrong idea.  "Did he try to rape you?" I yelled,
"I'll kill the fucker! I'll break his balls!  I'll ... "
        "No, no, you asshole!" she yelled back "I wanted it! I asked for
it."
        "Then what the fuck's your problem?" I shouted.
        "The little shit came 10 seconds into foreplay at the drive-in.
Then he wanted to watch the fucking movie, so I made him drive me home
and I'M STILL HORNY!"
        I fell over laughing.  Here was the little bitch herself, out on
a hot date, ready and randy and her QB fumbles the hand-off!
        As I laughed myself silly I noticed that she wasn't laughing. 
Nor was she cursing. In fact, she wasn't doing anything but staring.
Staring at me. I was still naked!  And there was Geriann, half-naked
herself, licking her lips and staring at my .....
        BOINNNGGG!!!!!
        "Oh, wow," she breathed, "that's quite a piece of work, Bill."
        "And it lasts quite a bit longer than 10 seconds," I couldn't
help it, it was too good a zinger to pass up.  But she didn't even
notice.
        "I'll bet it does," she said, half to herself. "Can I touch it?"
        Can she touch it? What am I gonna say, "No?"
        I didn't say anything.  I just held out my hand.  Geri took my 
hand and knelt down.  I guided it to my shaft and left it there to fend
for itself.  She just held it for awhile, then stroked it lightly with
one finger.  "I knew it would be big," she said, "I just knew it."
        Now strange as this may seem,  before that day Geriann and I
had  not seen each other naked in years.  She had her own bathroom off
of her bedroom, and the opportunity to spy her out had never presented
itself. Similarly, although she had ogled my bulge in the past, this was
her first view of it au natural.  The way she was stroking it, however,
it was soon going to be au jus.
        Not wanting to fail in my boast and blow the deal by blowing my
wad I pulled away and stood up.  "Hey, I'm not through with you yet,"
she said petulantly.
        "No you're not, little sister," I said, "not by a long shot."
        Taking her hand, I led her into her bedroom.  As usual it was a 
mess, but at least the bed was made and relatively uncluttered. 
Turning  around, I took her by the shoulders and kissed her deeply,
feeling first that lipstick smearing against my lips, tasting it with my
tongue, probing deeply into her mouth.  Our tongues entwined in a deep,
searing soul kiss. Lips still locked, I pushed the jacket from her
shoulders, then drew the tube top down until her right breast popped
free.  My hands affixed themselves to those tits, hefting, squeezing,
tweaking the nipples.  Just as Mom supposed that the size of my rod was
inherited from her, I'm certain that Geriann's tits came from Dad's
side, just as her red hair did.  Dad's mom had had red hair, but it was
tough to tell on the breasts because Grandma was fat all over.
        The interlude from the hall to the bedroom had stood off my
impending orgasm, and I was ready for action again.  My hands slipped
down to that damned mini-skirt and under to where Geri's white cotton
panties waited to be disposed of.  The crotch was soaked from both my
ministrations and, I supposed grudgingly, Taylor's.  As I tried to get
above the waistband, Sis stopped me and pulled back.
        My split second of disappointment was assuaged as she unzipped
the side of the skirt and dropped it to the ground.  She also removed
the tube top from her belly and stepped out of her panties.  Now she was
as naked as I, and truly a wonderful sight to behold.
        She stepped around me, put her hands around my neck and drew me
down on top of her on the bed.  We kissed deeply again, then I nuzzled
my way down her neck, and spent some time on her breasts, licking and
sucking those wonderous nipples.  I went into motion again, starting to
kiss my way south to eat at the 'Y' when she gently pulled my head back
up and kissed me.
        "Not now, big brother," she said tenderly, "I'm ready enough.  I
need you inside me.  I need it bad."
        "Sure," I said, "you've got it."  I shifted my hips as she
pulled back her knees.  The head of my cock lay agaisnt her pussy, ready
to enter. She dropped one hand down, squeezed my pole, and guided it
lovingly into her hot pussy.
        We both groaned deeply as I sank in to the hilt.  It was like
complete fulfillment for both of us, the ultimate expression of an
attraction that had been building since puberty.
        For a moment we lay still, and I could feel her muscles
stretching and relaxing around me as she became accustomed to my size. 
Then, with a shudder that racked us both, I pulled up and began fucking
my sister with slow, deep, long strokes.
        "Oh, yes," she breathed "yes. Fuck me.  So deep.  So good."
        She kept talking like that, her rhythm matched to that of our
strokes, her intensity proportional to that of her pleasure.  We began
rocking faster, she began talking faster.
        "Yes...yes...Oh...Yeah...Go...deeper...big...brother...Bill"
        Our arousal increased, as did her volume.  Her vocabulary,
however, diminished: "Yes..Yes..Fuck..Me..YES..YES..OH..OH"
        This went on for a good 15 minutes, by which time I was
pistoning in and out and we were both on the brink.  Geriann was reduced
to one  syllable, one vowel, over and over "O! O! O! O! O! O! O!" Her
head tossed from side to side, her hair whipping back and forth on the
pillow. Her  breasts heaved and jiggled with each thrust and
counter-thrust.
        Finally with a rush, I felt myself starting to cum and added my 
own voice to hers "Oh, oh, oh Ger, I'm gonna, I'm, I'M, CUMMING!!!!"
        Her litany crescendoed with mine "YES!!  YES!! CUM!! YES!! YES!!
YES!!"
        Spasms rocked through our bodies! I fired wad after wad deep
into her womb, grunting with each shot.  Sis's voice had finally left
her and she rolled her head back and forth, mouthing silent moans of
ecstasy.  With one  last big shudder and a heavy sigh, I rolled off her
and started to relax  toward sleep.  Fortunately, I remembered her
emphatic "Oooo, men" in time to roll over and snuggle her, thus avoiding
boorishness.  With a satisfied sigh of her own, which spoke volumes more
than her other noises, Geriann snuggled back and we drifted off to
sleep.
        A light stabbed into that contented sleep, waking me rudely. 
My  anger drained out of me, however, when I heard my Mom's voice
ringing  through the room.  "WELL, what do we have HERE!"


                         - Chapter 4- 
 
 
   "WELL, what do we have HERE!" 
   Mom's voice cut into my sexually sated drowse.  In a
split-second, I realized that I had been caught <in flagrante
delicto>, nakedly spooned  to my sister.  Almost as quickly,
though, I relaxed, since Mom and I had had our own little session
earlier in the day.  Geriann, however, knew nothing about that and
was mortified.  Uttering a little shriek, she quickly wrapped  
herself in the bedspread, curled up in the corner of the bed
against the wall, and began sobbing in shame. 
   Mom spoke up again.  "Your father had a little too much to drink
and I brought him home to sleep it off.  I can see it wasn't a
moment too soon.  William," she continued sternly, "go to your
room, and don't wake your father.  I'll deal with you later. First,
I want to speak to Geriann."  Her sly wink to me belied the
sterness in her voice.  Feigning chagrin, I shuffled out of Ger's
room, modestly covering myself with my hands.  I pulled the door
shut behind me, but not all the way closed.  Instead of returning
to my bed, I knelt in the darkened hall to see just what my Mom
would say to my sister. 
   Mom approached the bed and sat down on the edge.
   "Geriann, honey," she said gently, "it's okay.  Don't cry."   
"Oh M-m-mom," Sis sobbed form underneath the sheet, "I'm suh-suh-
sorry."
   "Don't be, it's okay.  I understand."
   The sobs moderated a little, and Ger's head peeked out of the
covers a little.  "You do?"  she said, sounding perplexed.
   "Of course I do," Mom reassured her, "Sometimes you can just get
carried away with things, especially at your age.  The sex drive
is a very powerful thing.  It's why I insisted you start on the
Pill when you got seriously into dating."
   The sheet dropped to Geriann's shoulders now, as her red head
popped up in surprise.  "But, my doctor said I should start.  I
didn't know you knew."
   "Darling," Mom laughed, "who do you think told the doctor to say
that?"
   Geriann almost appeared relaxed at this point, until she
remebered the whole story.  "But, Bill!  Aren't you mad about me
and Bill?"
   "Not at all.  Sex is all about love, and what better partner is
there than someone you love and trust.  Besides," Mom giggled, "I
think Bill's quite a hunk."
   "Oh, MOM," Ger cried, exasperated (and letting the sheet drop
to her waist) "NO one say 'hunk' anymore."  They both shared a
giggle.
   "Then you're not mad?" Geriann asked.
   Well, this was it, I thought.  Time to head to bed soon.    "Of
course not, honey," Mom said gently, opening her arms for a hug.
   Geriann scootched acroos the bed and hugged our Mom.  Since
everything was cool (ultra-cool, since I was getting double sex at
home), I started to get up.  The next sentence froze me in my
tracks.
   "You know, Geriann, I just love your breasts."
   <Hmmm, this could get interesting.>
   "Mom!" Geriann said, embarrassed, pulling back slightly.    "No,
really, dear," Mom insisted, "I always wished I could have breasts
as nice as yours.  They're so large and round."
   My sexy Mom and Sis were both sitting on the bed, holding each
other, gazing down at Geriann's breasts.  This DEFINITELY was
getting interesting.  I settled back down, and my cock started to
settle UP.
   "Sometimes they're such a pain, though," Ger was saying, "other
girls are jealous, but they just get in the way sometimes.  I'd
much rather have breasts like yours, Mom."
   "Well, let's see," Mom said thoughtfully, starting to unbutton
the white blouse she was wearing, as if to compare.  My rod was
really throbbing at this point, but I didn't touch it yet.
   Mom dropped the blouse from her shoulders and unhooked her bra
in front.  (I love those types of bras, one flick of the finger and
Shazam!  Tit-city.)
   "See," Geriann said accusingly. "You don't even need that bra. 
They stay in place so nicely.  And they're so cute, especially your
nipples."
   "Well," Mom said, "your Dad says my nipples are my best feature. 
But I like yours, too.  I've heard that girls with larger breasts
have less sensitive nipples, though.  Is this true in your case?"
   "Oh God, no"  Geriann said.  "Sometimes I can cum just by
playing with them.  The whole circle gets big and pink and feels
just great."
   "Really?  Just my nipples get hard, but they stick out like
pencil erasers."
   "Really? Wow, neat!" Sis said.
   Mom leaned her head forward conspiratorially and said in a low
voice "Wanna see?"
   Now, differences of traits such as hair color, breast size, etc.
aside, Geriann and Mom (and Dad and I) all share a single trait. 
We're all highly over-sexed.  I think the family motto must be "If
it feels good, do it, if it feels really good, do it alot."  Plus
my sister's personal motto always seems to have been "Try anything
once and some things several times."  For this reason, she never
once blanched at what Mom suggested.  In fact, she seemed
fascinated (and a little turned on).  So she just giggled and said
"Sure."
   "Okay," Mom said, and withdrew her arms from around Ger. 
Without further ado, she encircled her breasts with her hands and
began stroking them out toward the tips.  Within seconds, her
aureolae began to puff slightly, but the nipples really poked out,
like little finger tips (or cocks).
   Geriann watched, engrossed.
   "There," Mom said, a little breathily.
   "Oh, wow," Geriann whispered.
   "How about yours," Mom said, "can I see how yours get?"
   Geriann complied immediately.  She licked her fingertips first,
however, then placed her hands on either side of her breasts,
pushing them together, and began to stimulate her nipples by moving
her wet fingertips in circles around them.  I finally began to get
into the act as well, slowly stroking my cock.
   For a few minutes there was no sound at all, except for some
soft sighs as Mom and Sis each stimulated their own breasts.  I
knew it was just a matter of time before things escalated.  Sure
enough, Mom moved one hand up to her mouth, licked her fingers, and
reached out to touch Geriann's breast.
   "Oh, Mom" Ger sighed, letting her free hand drop down to her
own crotch.  As she started tickling her clit, Mom reached out with
her other hand. Geriann dropped HER other hand down to her crotch. 
   Suddenly, Mom stood up.  Geri whimpered for a second, missing
her mother's touch.  But Mom simply kicked off her shoes, unzipped
her skirt and let it drop to the floor.  She wasn't wearing
panties, but she was wearing (you guessed it) a garter belt and
stockings. She quickly settled back down onto the bed, resuming
Ger's chest massage. But this didn't last long.  Soon, her head
dropped down and she sucked one of her daughter's large pink
nipples voraciously into her mouth. Geriann uttered a curiou
little sound, sort of a cross between a hiccup and a sigh.
   Little by little, Mom pushed Geriann back. Finally, they
crossed gently past the balance point and Geriann lay back on the
bed, Mom on top of her, between her legs, still sucking tit.  Ger
just lay back and enjoyed it, eyes closed, gently stroking Mom's
hair.  Gradually, Mom moved her head down Ger's torso, kissing and
licking her way.  I couldn't tell if Geriann was oushing her down
or if she went of her own volition. (Probably both, I guess.)  When
she got to her daughter's pussy, Mom put that talented tongue to
work.  I would have been extremely jealous of both women had I not
sampled them each earlier myself.
   Pretty soon, Geriann, was reaching further down Mom's body,
gently urging her to swing around.  Mom lifted up without missing
a lick, swung her leg over Ger's head and settled back down into
the <position soixante-neuf>.  Sexy grunts, groans, slurps and
moans emanated from these two sexy women.  It was clear that
neither Mom nor Sis were strangers to the arts of Sappho, the fact
of which excited me even more.  I picked up my own stroking a
notch.
   In fact, at this point, I was seriously considering joining
them.  But I really get off on voyeurism, and I figured (correctly,
as it would turn out) that I would get plenty of chances at both
Mom and Ger later.  SO I sat tight.
   Meanwhile, both blonde and red heads were flying, racing to
bring each other to orgasm.  Geriann won.  Mom's licks got slower,
then she lifted her head, eyes closed, muscles taut and straining. 
She ground her pussy against her daughter's face, then started
moaning loudly.  Seconds later, with a large groaning
"OOooooOOOOHHH!"  Mom came in Geriann's mouth.
   Geriann avidly licked up all of Mom's juices, moaning and
panting the whole while.  As Mom came down, she rested her head on
Ger's thigh, the rolled off her, flipped around and kissed her
daughter full on the lips.
   "Mmmmm," Mom moaned, "I can taste myself on your lips, honey."
   "You sure taste great, don't you, Mom."
   "Ohhh, so do you, hon.  But you haven't cum yet."
   "I think I haven't stopped cumming since you touched me, Mom."
   "Nonsense," Mom insisted, "You haven't cum the way I want you
to.  Let me do you some more."
   "How can I say no to an orgasm?  I'm your's, Mom."
   Without further ado, Mom repositioned herself between Ger's
thighs.  She didn't touch her right away, though.  She just started
blowing lighlty around Ger's crotch.  I grinned to myself, knowing
that this "blow job" was Mom's specialty.  Sure enough, in no time
at all she had Sis writhing back and forth, hitching her hips and
pushing down on Mom's head, trying to get that teasing mouth onto
her pussy.  Mom played hard to get for a minute, then dropped her
head and planted a deep soul kiss right on Ger's cuntlips.  
   "Ooooo, Yessss," Geriann hissed, "Oh, eat me, Mom."
   Mom complied willingly and with gusto.  Licking, blowing,
kissing and munching, she brought her daughter closer and closer
to orgasm, like an expert race car driver shifting gears to top
speed.  Mom next brought her hands into play, sliding fingers in
and out of her daughter's pussy.  Soon, Geriann's head started
whipping back and forth, and she started talking in monosyllables
again.  "Oh...Yes...Mom-...my...Eat...me...oh...yeah!"  From
previous experience I knew she was getting close, so I quickened
my own strokes, determined to cum with her.
   Then all of a sudden, Mom grasped one of her own tits and,
hitching up over Ger's stomach, jammed it nipple first into her
daughter's creaming quim, fucking her with those pert little tits.
The sight of this blew my mind and my load.  And that cock-like
little nipple on her clit drove Geriann over the edge too,
screaming silently into her orgasm.  Mom's groans as she fingered
herself indicated that she, too, was coming.
   Leaning wearily against the doorjamb, I watched Mom collapse
onto Geriann's stomach, then crawl up beside her.  As mother and
daughter shared another deep kiss.  I stumbled to the john, got a
washcloth, and returned to clean up my mess.  Mom and Geriann were
fast asleep in each other's arms, blonde hair and red entwined on
the pillow.
   I returned the washcloth to the bathroom, stumbled off to bed
and fell instantly asleep.  I didn't dream any erotic dreams that
night because I had lived them all already.
   Well, almost...........

                       
                                 -Chapter 5-

I slept very late that Sunday morning.  The previous day's events had
worn me out physically, sexually and psychologically and I slept like
the dead.  What  finally awakened me was some really nice feelings
emanating from my groin.  It felt like a blowjob.  I opened my eyes.  It
was.
        Mom was at it again, much to my delight.  But when she saw that
I was awake, she stopped.  "Afternoon, sleepyhead," she laughed. "Time
for the rest of you to get up."
        "I'd rather you got down," I said sleepily, "What time is it?"
        "One-something," she said, "Everyone else is up."
        "Even Geriann?" I asked, "After what you two ... uh, whoops."
        Mom laughed heartily. "I knew you were there," she said, "so
you're into voyeurism, so what?  I am too, though I rarely get a chance
to practice it.  But that's why I woke you.  Are you up for another
round of peek-a-boo?"
        "Are you going to jump your daughter again?"
        "Nope, Ger's the jumper and your Dad's the jump-ee."
        I was fully awake now, and sat up straight in my bed. "Great," I
said, "When's the main event?"
        "Any minute now," she said, "Your Dad's asleep on the living
room couch. Geriann is putting away lunch dishes, then she's going to
wake him up, much the same way I woke you up.  It was my plan, of
course, but she was delighted to try it. She asked me to leave them
alone and stay up here while she makes the  move. Can you imagine? 
After all we went through yesterday she still is a tad on the shy side.
Anyway, I'm not missing this for the world. If you want, we can watch
through the railing up here."
        "Lead on, Mom."
        So Mom and I, clad in our robes, crept out to the upstairs
railing which overlooked the living room.  The tableau displayed before
us consisted of Dad, also wearing a robe, which, Mom assured me, had
nothing beneath it.  He was laid out on the couch, head back and
snoring. A faint clatter of dishes and silverware emanated from the
kitchen, attesting to Geriann's presence. It wasn't long before that
noise stopped and Sis appeared in the doorway. She was dressed in a baby
doll nightie which was tied shut between her breasts with a red ribbon. 
Similar ribbons decorated the side of her matching panties. With quick,
light steps she crossed over to the couch and stood looking down at
Dad.  If there was any hesitation in her mind, it quickly vanished as
she knelt down beside the couch.  
        Delicately, she lifted aside one side of Dad's robe, exposing
his naked crotch.  I gloated a little when I saw his size; he was
smaller than me, at least soft.  I would be able to compare extended
lengths in just a moment. Ger reached out and lifted up his peter,
encircling it with her hot little fingers.  The only effect it had on
Dad was to change the tone of his snores a little.  Ever so gently, she
leaned down and slipped him into her mouth. 
        Mom and I both hunched a little closer to the railing (and
toward  each other) to get a better view.  The couch was along a wall
perpendicular  to us, nearly below us, and Dad's feet were pointed in
our direction.  So we  had a perfect view from the side.  As we watched,
Ger's cheeks hollowed out and she pulled back slightly, stretching Dad's
hardening dick.  He began to moan in his sleep and seemed on the verge
of waking up. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Sis lowered her lips down
his shaft, pushing her nose into his salt-and-pepper pubes, and held
still, sucking gently.  Dad settled down a bit, then his hips started
lightly bumping up and down.  Ger added a bigger up and down movement on
his shaft, which was by now fully erect.  
        Dad really started to wake up now, and, before he was fully
awake,  moaned out, "Oh baby, that's great, but what about the kids?"
        I snickered, only to have Mom poke me in the ribs. 
        Ger only moaned around his cock "Mmmmph," and continued
sucking.  Dad's eyes fluttered, then rolled back in his head as Sis'
ministrations began to take full effect.  He continued to buck his hips
slightly.  Then his hand came up to her head and his eyes popped open in
surprise as he felt Geriann's long tresses instead of the short,
suburban housewife hair-do he expected.  His voice,  however, was
non-chalant, "Oh, Geriann, is that you.  That's real nice, honey, keep
it up.  What a nice way to wake up your old Dad.  Hey, is it my birthday
already?"
        Geriann lifted her head up to look him in the eye "Oh, Daddy,
shut up and enjoy your blowjob!" Then she went back to sucking.
        "Yes baby" Dad said contritely, and laid his head back.
        After a bit more, he stopped her.  "If you're not careful, Geri,
baby, I'll be filling your mouth up with jizz."
        "But that's what I want," she said petulantly.
        "I've got other plans for this load, baby.  I don't want to lose
it too soon before we have enough fun."
        "Okay, Daddy," she said brightly, "what do you have in mind?"
        "Come here and kiss me for a start."
        Dad and Sis entered into a long, deep lip-lock, during which
time Ger never relinquished her hold on Dad's cock.  For his part, Dad's
hand had  already found one of her ample breasts and was twiddling her
nipple through the sheer baby-doll.  She leaned back and undid the
ribbon, opening up the  front of the nightie, and stuck her tits into
her father's face.  Dad began sucking, lustily and noisily, on first one
magnificent mam, then the other.
        "Dad!" Ger squealed "Your beard is so rough!"
        "Sorry baby, I'll be careful."
        "Fuck careful!" she shot back "suck my titties."
        Dad complied readily.  
        In the meantime, I was stiff as a board (naturally) and was
beginning to think about a little action of my own. Mom evidently had
the same idea, because she reached over under my robe and began stroking
my boner lightly. 
        Downstairs, Sis pulled back from Dad.  He slipped his arms from
his robe and left it open beneath him on the couch.  That lazy old fart
hadn't moved yet and was getting all this great sex.  What a scam!  In
the meantime, Geriann stood up facing him and teasingly tugged on the
ribbons holding her panties on. Dad would have none of that.  He just
reached up and yanked on the bows.  They came untied and the panties
drifted down between her legs to the floor.  
        Dad's hand passed them on the way up and he settled her crotch
right in his palm.  Working one finger into her pussy, his big thumb
covered her clit and began rubbing in a heavy, circular motion. 
Geriann's breath went out of her in a big sigh and her knees sagged.  In
fact, it seemed that only Dad's probing hand held her up.  Still using
one hand, he pulled her toward the couch. She went willingly.  She swung
her leg up and over his torso, settling her tush squarely on Dad's
chest.  Dad's arms went under her legs and pulled her crotch into his
face.  A long, drawn out, satisfied groan from Sis signalled that his
tongue had made contact.
        Dad continued to eat Geriann out for about 10 minutes.  Ger held
onto the arm of the couch behind his head and humped his face for all
she was worth. Pretty soon, those familiar rhythmic moans, groans,
squeals and sighs were echoing off the living room wall, as Sis geared
up for her orgasm.  As the pace of the noises increased, so did Mom's
action on my hard-on. I flipped up the  back of her robe, exposing her
ass and pussy, and began a digital attack of my  own on those orifices.
        With an almost noiseless shriek, Geriann came all over Dad's
face. Almost immediately, she slid her ass down his torso until it
bumped into his boner and licked her juices off his face.  Without
further preamble, she  lifted her butt, impaled herself on his staff and
began a frantic humping.
        Dad's hands went to her chest and began mashing those great tits
around. Geriann's head was back rolling on her shoulders, her eyes
closed in ecstacy. Dad's hips were pistoning, bumping her into the air. 
I had to admit, the old man could still throw a fuck into a gal.  Almost
seamlessly, like a ballet, he slid his legs around and was sitting on
the couch, his daughter facing him as they fucked.  Then they were
standing, Dad's hands under her ass, lifting and lowering her like he
was doing curls.  Then he turned, lowered her to the couch, and was on
top of her, still fucking.
        "Wow," I breathed "he's really good."  My previous smugness
about his size was replaced by awe at his technique.  This guy was good!
        "He sure is," Mom agreed, "but he's not young anymore.  This
fuck'll do him in for the afternoon."
        "This fuck is enough for the afternoon for anyone."
        "Not for me," Mom said "give me stamina and resilience anytime."
        "Like in a 20-year-old guy?" I smirked.
        "Exactly," she said.
        On the couch, Dad was building to his climax.  His ass was
pistoning  up and down.  Geriann had her hands on her kness, pulling her
legs back, holding herself open for her Dad's cock.  Dad started to
groan: "Oh,  Ohh,  OHH, OHHHH!"
He whipped his dick out of her hole and jacked it over her stomach.  His
wad  flew from the tip, spurting all over and leaving a trail of slime
from his  daughter's navel, past and over her heaving tits, up her neck
and to her chin.
Geriann, who had been climaxing constantly since she hung in mid-air
impaled on Dad's dick, continued to writhe frantically, even though her
pussy was empty, and scooped up all the sperm she could reach, licking
her fingers.  Finally they both calmed down, and Dad collapsed into an
exhausted, sweaty embrace with his daughter.
        Mom and I both stood up, leaned over the rail (with the fronts
of our robes hanging open) and applauded heartily.  Sis looked up and
Dad looked over his shoulder at us and both smiled weakly in
acknowledgement.  Ger waved at us and Dad called up "Okay you two, it's
your turn to put on a show for us!"
        "Gladly!" Mom called back and turned to me with a twinkle in her
eye. 
        "We're on," she grinned.