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I didn't know it for awhile, but while Carol, the Smiths and I 
were rapidly exploring some pretty wild sex, my dad Hal was 
having a tough time of it. I'll have to give you some background 
information that I've learned from dad for this to make sense.

My mom and dad are the same age and practically grew up together 
(their two families were close friends and lived nearby each 
other). Even at ages when boys and girls don't like spending much 
time together, mom and dad were inseparable friends that shared 
everything. It was probably inevitable that when they felt the 
first stirrings of interest in the opposite sex they turned to 
each other. In fact, because they were so close, they certainly 
had a chance to explore their curiosity at a younger age than 
most kids. So it was that at the age of 10 they first started 
kissing and playing with each other's body. They were barely 11 
when they first fucked. They have been lovers ever since.


It seems incredible to me still, that mom and dad have maintained 
a healthy attraction to each other after something alike 25 odd 
years of continuous sex. Probably a central reason for their 
success is that their love, having started at such an honest and 
innocent age, has always been without deception or evasion. There 
are no secrets between them. When it comes to sex, that has meant 
that they share all their interests, fears and fantasies. In many 
cases, they have lived them out, from a dabbling in S&M for a 
couple of years to a decades long exploration of watching amateur 
sex tapes. However, dad carried around at least one fantasy that 
sometimes worried mom.


They first learned of dad's fantasy when they were sophomores in 
college. Mom had accidentally become pregnant with me and as the 
due date arrived, neither she nor dad had much interest in sex 
for a change. However, dad did becomeaware of a sudden interest 
in mom's younger sisters--even though they were only 14, 12, and 
9 years old. He talked to mom about this, of course. Though they 
were both a little surprised they decided that it had something 
to do with how young dad had been when he was first attracted to 
mom. They were convinced it wasn't anything more serious than a 
little nostalgia, especially considering how much mom's sisters 
looked like mom had years before. Since dad agreed that nothing 
could ever really happen regarding his fantasy, mom and dad 
didn't think much more about it-though, in later years, they both 
enjoyed sex games where mom pretended to be a little girl again 
hungry for her first fuck.

Things went smoothly until Carol turned 10. Once again dad 
started having some of those feelings. Though he tried hard not 
to think of his own daughter in a sexual way, Carol unknowingly 
made it a losing battle. From a very young age she was definitely 
a daddy's girl. There were times when only daddy could "kiss her 
and make it better" or when only daddy could tell her what to do. 
And, for the most part, when Carol was in a playful mood, it was 
dad she wanted to tease or horse around with. Their wrestling 
matches were notorious in my family for making a mess of the den 
and often spreading until my mom, Boomer and I were involved. It 
was also not uncommon for dad and Carol to share a recliner when 
watching TV--until Carol would fall asleep and dad had to carry 
her to her bedroom and tuck her in. Unfortunately for dad, as 
Carol grew up, this casual intimacy with her was having a strong 
effect on him. More and more his little girl was giving him 
erections.

Even if dad hadn't pointed out his problem to mom, which he did, 
she noticed what was going on. Sometimes after sitting with Carol 
on his lap or in a spoon position, he would get up from his chair 
with an enormous hard-on tenting his pants. Other times, he would 
merely glance at Carol in one of her billowy PJ's and he would 
get hard. Mom couldn't very well get mad at Carol because she 
simply didn't seem to be aware of what was happening. She 
couldn't even be that upset with dad. He was obviously 
embarrassed with himself and uncomfortable when he had one of his 
"episodes." After talking about it for awhile, mom and dad 
decided that the best they could do was to be sure to get dad 
some quick relief whenever he needed it. This arrangement made 
for some pretty hot and unpredictable sex and, mom had to admit, 
it was very fun. This became especially true when they realized 
Carol had started masturbating. Her bedroom and my parent's room 
share a common wall that didn't do much to control sound. On 
those nights when they could hear their young daughter playing 
with her pussy, mom and dad had some absolutely torrid sex. On 
other nights they finished their lovemaking only to hear Carol 
going at it, perhaps due to listening to the adults. That got mom 
and dad going all over again.

This state of affairs ended after that summer we all started 
having sex together. Carol changed quite a bit in just a few 
weeks. Gone was the clumsy, slightly shy schoolgirl. In her 
place, she had become a much more confident person who carried 
herself like a woman. And it wasn't just the swing of her hips or 
the provocative way she lounged around the house. Her wardrobe 
was changing drastically. She spent her saved allowance money on 
new skimpy and often tight outfits. There were mini skirts and 
tank tops and form fitting jeans. Most arresting were her new 
nightclothes, particularly those baby doll styles Lisa had 
introduced her to. Mom and Carol had a running argument about all 
this the first few weeks the new clothes started appearing. Carol 
didn't give in and eventually mom had to accept that her girl was 
a teenager and there was no going back.

The new Carol had a devastating impact on dad. He was getting 
erections all the time now. (Even Carol and I, especially given 
our new experience, couldn't miss it. In fact, we both thought it 
was pretty cool the old man could get it up so often. Carol, in 
an odd extension of her long-standing habit of horsing around 
with dad, actually set out on several occasions to get dad 
"worked up!" The poor guy was doomed.) Mom did her best to keep 
dad occupied, but it was getting out of hand. For example, one 
night when us kids were already in bed, mom and dad had stayed up 
to watch a movie in the den. When it was over dad made his way to 
their bedroom first. Passing Carol's room he noticed the door was 
open. Inside he could see Carol lying on her bed wearing a baby 
doll. The sheer fabric of the lingerie left little to the 
imagination. 

A few minutes later, mom found dad still standing in the hallway. 
He had his hard cock out and was stroking it while he looked at 
Carol. Even when dad realized mom was there he didn't move. 
Appreciating what the sight of her admittedly gorgeous daughter 
was doing to him, mom didn't get mad. Instead, she dropped to her 
knees right there and sucked dad off. When he came they retreated 
to their bedroom for some heavy duty fucking. Though another 
incident had safely passed, it was that night that mom first 
admitted to herself that, in time, something was going to give. 
It frightened her to think what that might mean for the whole 
family. She shared her worries with dad after yet another close 
call. It happened like this.

Late one night Carol and I sneaked into the rec room for some 
fun. (The rec room was a converted garage off the kitchen where 
we had a second TV, a big old sofa, a pool table, etc. Since it 
was on the far side of the house and had a door, nobody could 
hear much of what went on inside.) Dad got up to get a glass of 
water. While in the kitchen he heard something in the rec room 
and opened the door a crack to investigate. Carol and I were too 
engrossed to notice him. I was lying on the couch and Carol was 
riding my dick on top. Apparently, dad just stood there and 
watched us. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. 
Not only was it young kids fucking, they were his own children! 
He never even considered interrupting us. Instead he pulled out 
his rod and started masturbating. When he was close to cuming he 
reluctantly went back to his own bedroom (Carol and I still 
weren't done yet). He woke mom up and without an explanation 
started fucking her.

When they were done and relaxing quietly, mom confronted dad. In 
a casual voice she asked, "you're going to fuck her, aren't you?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Dad responded, careful not to 
look at his wife.

"Your daughter. OUR own daughter. You're going to fuck her."

"Honey, don't talk like that. That's just crazy."

"Oh really? Well then, maybe you don't have it all planned out or 
anything, but you want to. I know you do."

Dad just lay there quite for a moment.

"You went to look at her just now and got hot!"

What could he say? Nobody knew him better than mom did. "Honey, I 
promise nothing is going to happen. It's just in my head."

"Don't say that!" Mom shouted, the anger finally coming out. She 
got up on her elbows and stared down at him. "Don't you dare 
promise something like that! What if you get into a situation you 
can't control? What if Carol tries something on her own? Don't 
think I haven't seen her teasing you. What happens then? You'll 
have lied to me and that'll be it. Wouldn't it?"

Dad didn't know how to react to her outburst. What was she trying 
tell him? What was he supposed to say? Unable to find any words, 
he simply stared back at mom until she settled back down on the 
bed. Still, she wasn't done.

"I don't want you to promise anything." Mom repeated in a calmer 
voice. "I don't want you doing ANYTHING with Carol." There was a 
long pause but she wasn't finished. "But if something does 
happen, I'm not going to let it ruin this family. Just don't 
ever, EVER lie to me. Ever. And if I hear that you in any way 
ever hurt Carol or did something she didn't want first, I'll cut 
your dick off and put you and prison myself. Understand?" Hearing 
nothing out of dad she said, "fine, you better understand." With 
that she settled down to go to sleep. Dad spent most of the rest 
of the night trying to understand what was happening to him.

The inevitable happened a couple of weeks later. I was over 
visiting with David (well, actually, I was sort of "visiting" all 
the Smiths). Mom was in the rec room working on a project for 
work (she helps design catalogs and often brings work home). Dad 
and Carol were watching a show on TV and, for a change, they 
weren't both in the recliner. That arrangement wasn't totally 
innocent though. Dad was in the chair and Carol was lying on her 
stomach on the floor, which gave dad an excellent view of Carol 
and her skimpy PJs. It was one of her newer outfits, a baby doll 
pullover with matching panties. The lingerie did nothing to cover 
her sleek legs and, the way they parted, dad could see all they 
way to her fabric-covered pussy. He had an enormous hard on.

When he knew he had to cum or die, dad finally got up from his 
chair, telling Carol he was going to "check in on mom." In other 
words, he was going to fuck mom's brains out while dreaming of 
his daughter. He never made it. Carol decided right then to start 
another one of their infamous wrestling matches. Just as dad was 
passing behind her, Carol whipped around and caught hold of one 
of his ankles. Dad went done with grunt, sprawling out on the 
den's thick carpet. A moment later, Carol was all over him, 
trying to tickle him, pin his arms, and anything else she could 
do to win. Momentarily forgetting his erection, dad responded in 
kind and bellowing mock anger.

Hearing the commotion, mom decided to take a break from her work. 
When she got to the kitchen, she could look over and see her 
husband and daughter in the middle of a full-fledged romp in the 
den. With all the sexual tension in the house, there hadn't been 
much plain horsing around in a while. It was refreshing for mom 
to see some of the old-fashioned fun again. However, even as she 
waxed nostalgic about the past, she could see something was 
different on the den floor that night. Carol's flimsy nightgown 
was covering so little that her husband's hands, by intention or 
accident, couldn't help but touch some of his young daughter's 
flesh. Some of Carol's squeals, mom thought, struck her as more 
excited than the mere childish "wound up" sound effects.

There was no doubt both her husband and daughter were turned on 
when Carol finally got her dad more or less pinned beneath her. 
She was sitting on top of him, with her legs besides his hips and 
her hands holding his arms against his chest. Panting, they both 
just held that position for a moment. That was all it took for 
them to realize that dad's hard prick was pressing against her 
pussy mound. For both of them, the contact was exquisite and they 
froze to savor it. 

Mom was watching the whole thing. She could see dad's throbbing 
cock clearly outlined in his running shorts. Plastered against 
him was Carol's crotch, barely covered by the wispy panties. They 
would be able to feel each other completely she realized. All 
that heat and pressure and excitement, it would be too much for 
her husband, she was sure. She knew, this time at least, that he 
could not be able to hold back and she might have to be the one 
to be strong for him. She was still grappling with what to do 
when Carol started to move.

With the tinniest motions at first, Carol began to rock her hips. 
The motion was like giving dad a teasing little hand-job, except 
the effect on him was all the more intense at that moment. He 
could FEEL his daughter's hot pussy molding itself around his 
cock. He thought he could even feel her squishing up against him. 
Any doubt that this was some sort of innocent contact was 
destroyed when he looked up and saw the blissful expression on 
her face. Dad was seconds away from cuming and he knew he had to 
do something.

Mom was startled when dad actually made a motion to get up and 
set Carol aside. Her daughter wasn't having any of that though. 
She pushed back on his shoulders and increased her rocking motion 
into a full-fledged zippless fuck. "Come on Carol," dad panted. 
"I have to get up. I have to check on mom. We can't."

Carol didn't react but just kept fucking against him. Dad almost 
thought that she was too gone to hear him, but finally she 
answered in a pleading voice. "No, dad, not yet. Just a little 
more. I'm almost there. I need this. I really do." With that 
Carol abandoned any control and ground her cunt hard against her 
dad's swollen cock. Dad was only able to answer with a tortured 
groan.

Mom was still just standing there and couldn't figure out what 
she was feeling or what she was supposed to do. She wanted to be 
angry with Hal. She wanted to run into the den kicking and 
screaming... but she didn't know how that was supposed to help. 
Was she supposed to throw him out of the house? Was she supposed 
to break up their marriage and the family? The thought made her 
sick. And Hal had tried so hard! For years he had battled this 
part of his sexuality. Hadn't she heard him just moments ago 
trying again to deny it?

She couldn't be furious with him, she realized. Looking down at 
her sexy, seductive daughter, she knew he didn't really stand a 
chance. Carol was so horny she WANTED her dad. She was 
practically raping him. If mom was mad at anyone it was Carol--
for growing up too fast, for having such a powerful effect on 
Hal, for not having enough self control. But mom still felt 
trapped. She was terrified that if she came down hard on Carol, 
blaming her for all of this, she would be permanently pushing her 
daughter away. All that rebelliousness and independence that 
Carol was going through could erupt. How much did it take to make 
a teenage girl run away or screw up her life somehow just to 
spite her parents?

Carol didn't ever want to find out. So instead of doing all the 
mean and predictable things she was supposed to do, mom just 
stood there and watched Hal and her daughter rush towards their 
orgasms. She knew it wouldn't take long. Carol was whipping her 
head back and forth in ecstasy. Hal had his eyes squeezed shut, 
trying to hold back as long as he could. Nevertheless, mom could 
see that he came first. His hips bucked and trembled and his 
breath came rushing out in an explosive grunt. A minute or so 
later, Carol had a terrific, screaming climax. Her body finely 
gave out then and she collapsed beside her father with a 
satisfied moan.

When dad looked up he saw mom standing there and the look they 
shared said so much--regret, shame, resignation, and release... 
With a tremendous sense of relief, dad realized the worst wasn't 
going to happen. Though that had to be, should have been, far 
more than he could have asked for or expected, he still wanted as 
much of his old life to remain intact as possible. So with 
deliberate eyes he drew mom's gaze down to his shorts and took 
out his gooey, cum-soaked cock and offered in to her. It was a 
gesture of peace and a promise that things wouldn't have to 
change all that much after all.

Mom had been prepared to leave the two new lovers alone and mull 
over her own worries in private when Hal made his silent 
suggestion. Mom deliberately did not hesitate (it would have 
given her too much time to think), walked into the room and 
kneeled down next to her husband. Without a glance at her 
stirring daughter, mom took dad's still hard cock in her mouth 
and started sucking.

When Carol realized her mom was in the room she was momentarily 
panicked. Then when she saw what her mom was doing she was 
completely confused. It still seemed that what had happened with 
her dad a moment ago was a dream. Now here there was this surreal 
scene of her parents sharing oral sex right in front of her. It 
was just too much to process. Even when her dad looked over at 
her and gave her a reassuring look and a happy smile, she didn't 
know what to do besides lay there. She was afraid any motion 
would somehow ruin everything.

Carol's body finally prodded her into action when her mom moved 
to straddle her dad. Her mom just kneeled above his groin, pulled 
up her skirt, yanked her panties to one side and slipped dad's 
cock deep in her cunt. The scene was so hot that the little 
girl's hands moved of their own accord down to play with her 
still wet pussy. She came twice more before she heard her mom 
suddenly whimper with release. Incredibly, her dad came just 
moments later as his wife's pussy spasmed around his cock.

While her parents embraced in the afterglow, Carol went to her 
room. She just sat there worrying and wondering what was going to 
happen. More than an hour later mom came in to tell Carol that 
she wasn't mad with her and that she didn't have to feel bad 
about anything or hide anything from her own mother. Carol wanted 
to ask exactly what that meant but things were moving too fast 
for her to say much of anything right then. She just said, "OK," 
and mom, sensing that Carol needed more time, wished her a good 
night's sleep and left.

Carol, as you might expect, didn't get much sleep that night. She 
tossed and turned trying to make sense of everything. When she 
woke up the next morning after sleeping a few fitful hours, she 
had settled on a few facts. One, she loved what had happened with 
her dad and wanted more. Two, she had felt included in her 
parents lovemaking afterwards and had felt really turned on about 
it. Three, she wanted to explore more of that too. Four, she 
couldn't understand why her mother seemed comfortable with what 
happened but she wasn't going to let that opportunity pass her 
by. Maybe, she hoped, her mom was actually as cool as Mrs. Smith 
was.

She got up to start the day with a new determination that 
completely left behind last night's confusion. It was a good 
thing too. On her way to the shower, she noticed that the door to 
her parent's bedroom was open and, to her surprise, mom and dad 
were both naked on the bed engaged in some casual foreplay. Her 
parents never left the door open like that and so, considering 
what had happened last night, Carol decided it was some kind of 
an invitation or test. Without making a noise she tiptoed into 
their bedroom and sat down on her mother's dressing chair. 

Her parents didn't take any notice of her at first. They were too 
busy stroking each other and making out. Only when her mom slid 
down to take Hal's cock in her mouth, did dad look over at Carol 
and give her a meaningful wink and smile. That was all the 
encouragement Carol needed. She pulled off her nightie and began 
playing with her nipples and pussy. Masturbating while listening 
to her parents through the wall was fun, but, as she had learned 
last night, watching them do it right in front of her eyes was 
infinitely more exciting. In moments, her pussy was a steamy 
mess.

When Hal switched positions with mom, Carol froze for a moment. 
It was all right though. With dad driving his tongue into her 
cunt, mom looked over at her naughty daughter and mouthed, "Good 
Morning." Carol answered by sending her hungry hands back into 
action. Resisting the impulse to close her eyes and savor the 
pleasure from Hal's tongue, mom watched Carol. It was like 
watching one of those amateur videos that dad and her often 
rented. She had to admit that her daughter was an incredible turn 
on. Now that she had decided to accept the situation, the saucy 
wife that had experimented with so many types of sexuality over 
the years thought watching her own daughter masturbate was a 
tremendous thrill. Even when Hal finally mounted her she had to 
keep her eyes on Carol. She watched as she and her daughter 
shared several orgasms before Hal finally came in her.

While mom and dad were cuddling, Carol started to leave the room 
but mom motioned for a nervous Carol to join them. Soon all three 
were enjoying a group hug that just went on and on. Only dad's 
insistent cock ended the tender moment. Knowing what her husband 
needed, mom took Carol's hand and wrapped it around his swollen 
rod.

Carol just played with her dad's cock for a long time and 
marveled at how sexy it felt. It was as exciting as anything she 
had ever done or seen with the Smiths or me. It just made her 
pussy gush. Reading the signs of excitement on her daughter's 
face and in her body, mom wasn't shocked when Carol moved to sit 
on top of her dad. It did surprise her how smoothly the thick 
cock slipped in. Her young daughter was no virgin and that meant 
mom had a lot of questions. 

But none of that mattered right then. Nothing could distract her 
from the incredible sight of her husband's cock piecing her 
little girl. It simply took her breath away and lit a fire in her 
pussy. She finger-fucked herself as fast as she could while her 
husband and daughter fucked first with caution and then with wild 
abandon. When fresh climaxes crashed through mom's body she was 
urging Carol on to fuck her daddy. Carol swears she never heard 
that but she didn't really need the encouragement. Her dad's cock 
felt so good and made her cum so hard and fast that she didn't 
even feel dad cum in her with his own shaking orgasm. 

Of course, Carol had other opportunities to savor dad's cum. Over 
the next few weeks, mom, dad and Carol had some torrid sessions 
together. Amazingly, they kept me in the dark. All I knew was 
that Carol didn't seem to be interested in me as much as before. 
Feeling a little left out, I spent more time with the Smiths 
(which suited my family just fine) and made due with my other 
lovers. In fact, I'm not complaining, some really cool stuff 
happened around that time.