Group Sex Assisted Living

As exciting as the afternoon had been, and likewise a little confusing for me as I was still having trouble wrapping my mind around everything that had happened, I decided to lay down for a little nap. Not only would it give me a chance to recover and rest up, but it would also allow me the time I needed to consider everything that had happened.

Cathy knew me better than anyone else. Whenever I had a problem or concern to work through, I needed that alone time to consider all the options. Usually after that, I would then discuss them with her and get her take on things. I had always valued my wife's thoughts and opinions, and very often sided with her way of thinking when I'd sat down to discuss things with her.

I was torn. On the one hand, it had indeed been arousing to see mom and dad enjoying themselves, and more importantly even, seeing mom enjoy it when my own wife went down on her. That admittedly was hot! And yet, I felt a little guilty too. Was it normal for a guy to get off watching his own mother get off? Let alone his own father? I had...and because I had, I was having to work through all the reasons why. What were the consequences of that, if any? Would it change me? Would it change the way I thought of my parents? In some ways, it already had. But was that so bad? Did I see them as anything less than the people I still loved and cared for? No. But I still struggled with it anyway.

I must have eventually fallen asleep. Because it was the sound of mom's voice waking me a while later.

"Dave honey? You might want to think about getting up, taking a shower. We'll have some additional guests arriving before too long."

The sun hadn't quite set, but it would be doing so in less than an hour now. I knew that mom and dad had already made plans earlier to have a beach barbeque that evening, and that both Jack and Shelly had been expected then. I also learned that their kids had driven up, and would be joining us as well. Opening my eyes just in time to see mom leaving the room allowed me a brief respite to all my worried and nervous thinking. She was wearing her bikini again, so at least I wouldn't be faced with the dilemma of seeing her naked, and then getting an erection because of it.

I passed by the living room, sitting area on my way to the bath/shower room. Once again, glad to see that both dad and Jack were again dressed watching something on the TV. I caught a glimpse of mom and Cathy busy in the kitchen preparing some side dishes for the evening, and that Cathy too was wearing her bikini again as well. I showered and then slipped into a clean pair of swim trunks, along with a sleeveless tee shirt. I soon headed out to see what I could do to help as Jack and my father stood preparing the barbeque down on the beach. They had even set up one of those canopy pavilions with a long dinning table beneath. Admittedly, it looked warm and cozy as well as exotic with the ocean waves lapping at the beach just a short distance away.

I was in the process of lighting the charcoals along with several torches we'd stuck down into the sand around the pavilion we'd be eating in, when I heard Jack speak up.

"Ahh, the kids are here!" He said. I turned looking back up towards the house, mom, Shelly and my wife all carrying down various trays of food they'd prepared. And along with them a young man probably close to my age, and an older looking woman, somewhere in between Cathy and mom's age perhaps. The term "kids" didn't fit them either, as they approached.

As mom and Cathy placed the trays of food they'd brought down, Shelly made introductions. Obviously, she had already done so for my wife as Cathy continued spreading things out, Jack walking over to hug each of them separately, as Shelly spoke.

"Dave? This is our son Roger, and our daughter Christine." It was obvious that Jack and Shelly must have had Christine very early on...with Roger coming along several years later. There was an obvious difference in their ages. And I was surprised that it was just the two of them that had come along by themselves. Perhaps Roger wasn't attached to anyone yet, but I found myself asking, "What was Christine's story?"

Roger was wearing a pair of swim trunks similar to my own, though without a shirt on. By the tone of his body, he obviously worked out, and I found myself just a tiny bit jealous of the hint of a six-pack he carried, and which I did not. Though I certainly didn't have any kind of a gut by any means. Christine however was again the real mystery here as I saw her. Attractive yes, in a strange way. Very little makeup, shoulder length dishwater blonde hair that wasn't exactly styled, just hanging loose, but even more oddly. She wore what almost appeared to be one of those short bathrobes, which was currently tied tightly around her. She obviously had well defined legs beneath the somewhat short hem of that cotton robe, but it was difficult to tell much of anything else, save for the fact...like her mother, she had fairly large breasts as well. Though there was no other hint of them from where I stood.

With introductions made, we soon sat down to have a drink together as dad finished turning the meat and fish on the barbeque. There'd be strip steaks, salmon, and lemon chicken, along with several side dishes, so plenty to eat. And after everything that had happened earlier in the day, I was famished. Though as it later turned out, so was everyone else. I couldn't help wondering if they were all thinking the same thing I was, the frenzied activity we'd all engaged in earlier that had made us this way, with the exception of Roger and Christine of course.

With a great deal of really friendly chit-chat, along with several pitchers of Mai' Tai's, we were all feeling pretty good and relaxed as we sat back digesting the feast we'd just eaten.

After a short period of time, Christine suddenly stood, holding out her hand towards her brother. "Come on Rog...time for a swim," she announced. Roger stood as well, accepting her hand, and then walked so towards the beach, the rest of us looking on. I expected to see the two of them simply wade in. But then watched as Christine suddenly removed her robe, allowing it to fall. She'd been totally naked beneath it! As she did that, Roger too removed his trunks, stepping out of them and tossing them over on top of his sister's discarded robe before rejoining her at the ocean's edge, likewise, buck naked now. I looked over towards Cathy, but saw by the expression on her face, she was just as surprised as I was in seeing this.

"I guess now's as good a time as any to tell you about our kids," Shelly began.

It took a lot to actually surprise me. And that included finding out about mom and dad. Something I had come to accept knowing, and obviously seeing now. But hearing the specific details as Shelly spoke, indeed had taken both Cathy and I by surprise.

"Not very many know of course," she'd continued. "Where they live and work, everyone sees them simply as man and wife, even with Christine being several years older than he is. Something of which, many of their friends have simply come to accept without much problem. Obviously however, their actual relationship remains a secret."

"Unfortunate too," mom actually spoke jumping in. "You can tell how much they truly do care for one another," she'd added to that, receiving a lifted eyebrow from me in response to that from across the way. Mom smiled, but then averted her eyes, speaking more directly towards Cathy than to me. "The first time we met them when they came for a visit a few months back, and after Shelly had told Mack and I about their relationship, I told the two of them to simply be themselves while they were here. Which they did. It's so much nicer, and easier not having to pretend to be someone you're not, wouldn't you say?" She asked still smiling at my wife, and then looking over directly towards me.

"Oh, I couldn't agree more!" Cathy responded. "And after what happened earlier today, I think that certainly proves that out, don't you think so too honey?" She now asked looking in my direction as well.

I felt for a moment like everyone was looking in my direction. So I simply nodded my head yes in agreement without really saying anything.

"Well then good. And now that, that's out of the way, what say we go down for a bit of a skinny dip ourselves?" Shelly suggested, and with that, stood up and easily fell out of her bikini once again. Both mom and Cathy followed suit, with dad and Jack both walking towards the beach wearing their suits, though they soon pulled theirs down and off as well once near the water. And though there was a full moon, and well lit outside, it was still just dark enough to not completely and totally make out anything. With a shrug, I slipped my own trunks off too, and now joined seven other naked people splashing and playing around in the water.

Hearing, and now thinking about the fact that Roger and Christine actually lived together, and obviously had sex together was still a little weird for me to consider. But then again after everything that had happened so far, what wasn't a little weird now anyway? And what was one more thing to be added to that? Though I would soon learn the answer to that one shortly. After a short time, mom and Shelly had gone back up near the pavilion where they had placed a stack of rather large towels earlier. The two of them together now, spreading them out into a rather large area, big enough for all of us to lie down on when the time came. I turned back towards Cathy giving her an inquisitive, worried look, once more looking up towards the beach. I felt her hand suddenly find me beneath the water, partially hard...something of which I couldn't help. Not with all this naked female flesh surrounding me, even if one of them was my mom. Images of that popping into my head again now too as Cathy stroked me to an even greater firmness.

"What are you worried about?" She asked me. Likewise glancing up towards the beach now. Shelly and mom laying side by side, half sitting up looking towards the beach, though each one with their hands in the other's crotch.

"That!" I indicated, shaking my head, just as dad, Jack and everyone else decided to head out of the water as well, leaving Cathy and I to stand there.

"Well?" Cathy asked turning. "You coming, or are you just going to stand there?" she asked. I looked down at myself. I was about as hard as I had ever been.

"Like this?" I asked.

Cathy looked back up towards the blanket area. By now, everyone else was there except for the two of us. "I don't think that really matters any more...do you?" She asked, once more redirecting my attention towards them. Roger was standing in front of his mother, and she was busily sucking his cock! Christine had walked over to stand beside her father, the two of them looking on while Shelly did that, her hand now coming out to wrap itself around her father's prick as she toyed with it playfully looking on.

"Well, I'll be damned!" I said still looking on.

"Maybe," Cathy laughed. "And maybe I will be too, but I'm not going to just stand down here and miss all the fun!" She quipped, and then took off at a run, spitting up sand towards me as she did that. She was already down between my mother's legs by the time I got there, licking and eating her again. Seeing my wife's cute firm ass pointing upwards as she did that wasn't missed on me, or anyone else for that matter. And as dad had said earlier, he so spoke again.

"You'd better go and fuck that...or I will." I don't know if he was really being serious or not, but I moved over behind my wife before he could make the decision for me. In seconds, I'd thrown every inhibition I had to the wind, entering my wife's cunt from behind as she continued licking and sucking on mom's pussy.

"Come here Mack," I heard Christine calling out towards my dad. I looked over then, just in time to see her placing dad's prick against Jack's, now holding the two of them together, as she began mouthing, and licking the two of them simultaneously like that.

"Oh, that's hot!" Mom exclaimed wantonly. "I love doing that myself!"

For the briefest of seconds, I had this weird image of mom holding my cock against dads as she sucked and licked them together. Though only for a second as I quickly shook the thought out of my mind. "What the hell?" I asked myself, realizing as I did, that whatever moral judgments and inhibitions I still had were making all this very difficult for me, even now.

"How's this for an idea?" Cathy suddenly announced. She turned then, literally uncunting me when she did. A moment after that, I had my cock inside her mouth as she knelt now in front of me, tasting her own juices. Though that too, only for a second or so before she turned once more towards my mother. "Doris?" She said looking over, calling mom by name. "How'd you like to help me with this?" She asked, still holding, and now waggling my very erect stiff cock at her like a person holding a bone towards a puppy, preparing to throw it. I half expected Cathy to yell "fetch", though to be honest, I think I was still in a bit of a fugue in realizing what Cathy had just asked my mother.

I caught mom's eyes only for a moment. They almost looked pleading when I did, but whatever hesitation, or fears she might have had, were quickly overcome before even I could respond to what happened next. Suddenly I was looking down, my wife...and mother, each one with a hand on my prick, and each one with a tongue or pair of lips nibbling and sucking away at my almost painful erection.

"About fucking time!" I heard dad's voice saying from across the way. "She's been wanting to do that before I can even remember!"

I honestly do believe now there's a point when you do cross that line in the sand, and realize there is no going back. And when you do, you almost immediately make a decision to live with and accept that, or burden yourself with guilt and anxiety forever afterwards. For me, it was almost as though someone had thrown a switch inside my head. Looking down now as my own wife, fed my own mother my cock to suck on was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. There was something not only very sensual and seductive when she did that, but in a very odd way perhaps, there was something nurturing, and comforting about it too. I moaned deeply, pleasurably, and without reservation as mom gathered my hard stiff cock about as deeply as she could, sucking...almost gagging on it before passing it back towards Cathy again.

"You know what I'd like to do?" Cathy now suggested, as mom and I both simply looked on. I knew right then and there, I was going to do whatever it was that Cathy came up with.

"Lay down, and close your eyes David!" Cathy said, using my more formal name. Something she never did unless she was really serious. I took that to mean, she was, and as I said before, I did what she asked without question. Lying back on the towel, the heat of the still warm sand coming up through the material as I laid back, eyes closed.

"No peeking," she once again warned, even placing one of her hands over my eyes as though trying to insure that I didn't. I heard no other voice though, save for movement, and that which was still taking place around me, though even that seemed to become more like background noise than anything else. I felt someone's hand on my cock again, a brief stroke or two, more or less. And then the exquisite wet softness of something else. Only when dad spoke did Cathy take her hand away. By then, it really didn't matter any more.

"She's been waiting to do that too!" He said.

I looked up. Mom sitting on my cock now. It was fully inside her, though neither one of us moved.

"Mom..."

"Shh, don't speak, don't say anything. Just let me sit here and feel this," she whispered. I looked over at my wife. Her smile, her eyes saying it all. She was enamored by this even more so than I, one hand still cupping and gently caressing one of mom's breast, though she soon let go, standing now, and circling us with one hand on her own breast, the other between her legs as she looked on.

"That is SO fucking beautiful!" She spoke softly, still circling, as mom only then rose, slightly, slowly...almost all the way, before lowering herself again, likewise just as slowly and softly. I could hear footsteps in the sand, and then in moments, almost everyone had gathered around to watch, a near perfect circle about us as Cathy joined it, now standing next to dad. I saw her hand reach out, grasping my father's hard stiff prick as he stood there looking down on us. For some reason I couldn't quite meet his eye, looking back at mom again, who was looking now. Looking at me, tears in her eyes that almost freaked me, had she not spoken when she did.

"Oh honey fuck me. Fuck your mother baby. Please baby please...fuck me, I've been wanting to do this for such a long...long time!"

I slid into her with every ounce of strength that I had, as she likewise came down on me simultaneously. The two of us meeting there together in a crescendo of unbridled lust and desire, culminating in a moment of time, of sweet pure ecstasy and passion. I could now hear the sounds of my mother's wet, wanton pussy. The liquid of her sex encompassing me with each furious stroke. The lather of our coupling becoming almost frothy with each lunge, with each plunge of my prick at she buried it deeply inside herself.

"Oh fuck!" Someone said, though whom I cared not. All about us now, the cries and sounds of others, likewise doing the same now. I managed to catch glimpses here and there, Roger behind his mother. Fucking her doggy, pounding into her almost as fast and as furious as we were. Christine on her back, her enormous tits gyrating wildly upon her chest. Her legs spread, bent forward almost touching her own head as Jack knelt there between her legs, holding onto them, pressing her back as he likewise drove into her, in and out...in and out. And somewhere in all that, the all too familiar sound of my wife's pleasure. I almost didn't want to look, and yet I did. Looking instead back towards mom. Surprised to find that she was looking. That look of joy, desire still etched deeply within her face as I finally did turn my head, now looking where she was. Though at a slight angle towards us, dad too was on his back. Cathy sitting astride him, facing towards mom and I. Dad's hands cupping my wife's breasts as she rode his cock, looking over, still watching us.

"Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck me Mack! Fuck my hot horny cunt!" She screamed out.

Having heard that, for some reason, I rolled over, pulling mom with me, somehow staying inside her as I did. She was now on her back, and I slammed into her with everything I had, all the while looking up and over towards my own wife, still sliding up and down furiously upon my father's cock, as he in turn met her with each forceful stroke.

Oddly, even with everyone else around us, still going at it as well, it seemed my whole world, every bit of attention was now focused on mom, on my wife, and my father, as though no one else even existed.

"Oh that's it! That's it baby! I'm gonna cum honey. Make mommy cum baby. Make mommy cum!"

I felt as well as heard her when she did. Her pussy becoming a proverbial pool of hot sticky cum-cream. Made more so as I emptied my balls into her. Each delicious spurt of my semen, now filling her, spurting inside. Each maddening throb joining one of hers. Her cries of delight, now added to my own as we came together. All sound now, save for that of ourselves, somehow extinguished, no longer apart of these, even though an echo of my wife's intense orgasm somewhere off in the distance seemed to register somewhere in the recess of my mind.

I honestly think I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes, they were met by a gazillion stars up above. And though it was still relatively dark outside, I knew that sunrise was only a couple of hours away. It was also then that I realized, Cathy was snuggled up next to me, having covered the two of us at some point with several beach towels. The sand, no longer quite as warm as it had been. The sound of her gentle snoring telling me she was still sound asleep. I knew also without needing to look, that we were alone. How and when everyone else had departed, I knew not. Nor did it matter either. It was important, and it was necessary that it end like this. Cathy and I, together.

"Hey!" I woke with a start, the sun well up on the horizon. A cool morning breeze coming in with the sudden louder sound of the waves lapping at the beach below us. But that wasn't the only thing that was lapping. Cathy had my cock in hand, all nice and hard once more, lapping away at it playfully. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing silly?" She responded back, now looking up at me. "Would you rather I stop?"

"Well...no. But...but, don't you think we should probably talk first?"

"About what?" She asked giving me another nice long lick before looking up again.

"You know what I mean," I said reluctantly sitting up, which did force Cathy to do the same thing more or less, though her hand remained firmly wrapped around my prick as she did that.

"Before you go off on a tangent, let me tell you a few things I know before you go all weirded out on me."

"I have NO intention of going all weirded out on you," I defended myself. "I just think we need to discuss things a little first, before...well before..."

"Before anything else happens with your mom and dad you mean?"

"Yeah, that."

"Like I said David," she said in her more serious tone of voice, "you need to hear a few things first."

"Such as?"

"I knew all about your mom's little secret desire," she said grinning at me, though continuing before I could interrupt her. "When your dad took me out on the boat so we could have our little chat together, he told me then, everything about the two of them...including your mom's hidden secret desires that she's had, but never acted on all these years. And though we didn't really discuss it much more than that, I knew then...after we got back, and after seeing the two of you, that one way or the other, I was going to figure out a way to make it happen. I wasn't sure how at first, but when I saw Shelly sucking her son's cock, I knew then it was going to happen last night."

"So you knew about Roger and Christine too?" I asked.

"No...that was a complete surprise to me as well," she snickered. "Just made things a little easier for me is all," she laughed openly now. "In many ways. For one thing, I knew your dad was jonesing to fuck me, and that wasn't going to happen unless you and your mother did something. I knew that going in, without even having to ask about it. I know your father just as well as you do David. He'd never have approached me, no matter what...unless things went in the direction that they did."

"So...you're ok with..."

"You and your mom having sex?" She asked pointedly.

"Well, yeah...that and,"

"Me and your daddy?" She said playfully, making it sound almost dirty the way she said it. Which to be honest, sounded wickedly hot.

"That too. So you really are ok with all this?" I asked looking back up towards the bungalow, though there was no movement outside yet.

"As long as you are," she said seriously once again. "Listen, David. The fact is, we know the truth of it all now. So we either deal with it in the same way we did last night, or...we can try and pretend it didn't happen, in which case, we should simply pack up and leave now. So I think, at this point...it's entirely up to you. So what is it that you want to do?"

"Well, the second thing I want to do, is get some coffee." Cathy looked at me quizzically, slightly confused perhaps. "But the first thing I want to do, is take up where you left off," I told her, gently taking her head in my hands as I lay back again.

"Good choice," she stated, and then leaned over taking me into her mouth once again.

A while later we walked hand in hand, still naked, back up to mom and dad's place. Mom met us out on the patio with two fresh hot cups of coffee. And though she was wearing a robe, it wasn't closed. As she moved, I caught glimpses of her mature breasts and body hidden beneath. To my surprise, especially after just having had a really nice morning orgasm, I felt my prick stirring again.

"Ah, where's dad?" I asked matter of factly. Mom sat down across from Cathy and I, pointing.

"Where he and Jack usually are this time of the morning. Either golfing, or fishing. Today's it's fishing," she sighed almost contentedly. "So, what are your plans for the day?" She asked, though continuing before either Cathy and I could respond. "Shelly and I have plans to go shopping later, and you're certainly welcome to come with us," she stated speaking directly to Cathy. However, I know that Roger and Christine don't have any set plans for the day, and thought it might be a good idea for the four of you to go out and do something fun together, sort of away from us old folks," mom tried joking.

"For one thing mother...you're not old. And you certainly don't act like your old either, which is fine with me." She smiled at that. "As for Roger and Christine, I don't know..." I left off saying.

"Might not be a bad idea to get to know them a little better at least," Cathy agreed. "Couldn't hurt, especially if we'll be spending a couple of more days together here visiting," she added. "Might not hurt to learn more about them."

"I guess that depends on what you want to learn," I joked back, though got a look of annoyance for my remark instead.

"Be nice. And besides, I saw the way you were looking at her tits," Cathy chided me.

"Yeah, me too!" Mom said joining in, though she just managed to part a robe a little so that her tits showed through a bit more when she said that. "You always were a bit of a breast man, I knew that soon after the day you were born the way you went after my titties!"

Cathy burst out laughing as mom openly displayed her breasts, even lifting them up for me as she did.

"Not quite as perky as they once were, that's for damn sure. But they still love being sucked on, I will say that."

"I think I need to take a shower before things get out of hand here," I said standing up, forgetting the fact I was still naked, and once more, sporting an erection again too.

"Speaking of needing a hand...or anything else. Do you?" Cathy asked suggestively.

"I think we'd both be more than happy to help, wouldn't we mom?"

Mom licked her lips. I shook my head and headed on inside the house before I took the two of them up on their offer.

After all. I wasn't superman.

I wasn't much of a sailor and had never cared, or felt safe out on the water. Especially in a small boat. Though the Yacht as they are called, was enormous. Obviously Jack and Shelly had a lot of money, especially having a "ship" like this one at their beck and call. With a simple phone call, they soon had enough hired hands, along with an "On standby" Captain who took us out to sea for a short little pleasure cruise. And Pleasure being the operative word for it. It wasn't long before the girls were laying out on deck bare assed naked. The hired crew went about their work as though none of us even existed, which meant they were being paid very well for minding their own business rather than staring or paying any attention to any of us, unless we wanted it.

Eventually I had joined Roger in sitting around buck-naked as well, enjoying the sunshine as well as the view. Yes admittedly, Christine had nice looking tits, but then so did my wife. And mother, as I thought about it. Oh hell, and so did Shelly for that matter. Hell, it was tit city and I was loving it.

At one point Christine wandered over to sit next to her brother. I had curiously asked Cathy shortly after we'd boarded, if she thought anything might happen while on our little jaunt, and if it did, what should we do?

"I guess that depends on what happens exactly," she told me. "Who says anything is even going to happen, or that it has too?" She asked me. "As far as I know, we're just out for a pleasurable little cruise, and nothing more than that."

I had my doubts. Especially when Christine wandered over, sitting down next to her brother, and almost nonchalantly reaching over to wrap her hand around his prick. She sat playfully stroking it, not really trying to get him off so much, as to just simply sit there and enjoy herself, as he was.

"I know you must be wondering, so go ahead and ask," she spoke to the two of us. "Why and how Roger and I ended up together the way that we are?"

I actually wasn't going to say anything, but Cathy did. "So, tell us. How did this all begin then anyway?"

"Well, it's a bit of a long story, but I'll see if I can tell it before Roger cums here." Roger laughed, sitting up a bit more in his seat, making himself comfortable.

"Don't worry about me. At this rate, it'll be a while. Which is fine with me. I love her hour long hand-jobs and blow-jobs." I just grinned. Cathy had once given me a three hour blow-job, but now was not the time or the place to tell that story.

"It actually started before Roger was even born," Christine began. "Around the time I was starting to hit puberty, I began having certain urges and desires. Something I fought with myself for years. It nearly drove me insane to be honestly truthful about it. I had always had thoughts and fantasies regarding my own parents, yes...both of them. But I had never acted on them, nor had I ever revealed my feelings towards them either. The last thing I wanted was to be ostracized because of the way I felt. As such, I wasn't very comfortable around people my own age, so I was never sexually active or even promiscuous. That aspect of my sexuality didn't come about until much, much later. And then when it did, it was almost by accident that the truth finally came out. At that time, I was just turned eighteen, still living at home, helping out and going to school.

Which is when mom, at the ripe old age of thirty-seven, discovered she was pregnant again. Something they obviously hadn't expected, or planned on. Mom wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant again, but here she was. And...it was very hard on her for most of her pregnancy, and towards the end of which, was very often confined to bed. During this time, dad was away a lot, his business just then really taking off, expanding. So he spent a lot of time away from us unfortunately. I had come home from school and found mom in a real funk. She was an emotional mess at that time, hormones going crazy most likely, but either way, she just needed some comfort and affection, and with dad away, she wasn't getting it. I walked in on her only to find her masturbating. To my surprise, she didn't even stop. She didn't even try to explain herself, or express any guilt in doing so right there in front of me. If anything, she was even more frustrated, explaining she'd been trying to have an orgasm for the past half hour, and was no closer to having one then, any more than she'd been in the beginning."

Cathy and I sat back, listening, though watching as Christine somehow amazingly continued to slow-stroke her brother's cock without missing a beat, still telling her story. When I felt Cathy's hand reach over and surround my own, I was all for it. I think Christine and Roger both smiled when she did that, though neither one said anything as she continued.

"Anyway, the short and long of it was, I had her lay back, relax, and told her I would do it for her. Which I did. It became almost a daily ritual for us. And it went a long way in helping mom emotionally, as well as for me. Though also in the beginning, usually after getting her off, I'd leave and head upstairs to my room where I'd then furiously finger myself off. I think mom was well aware of what I was doing after I had pleasured her, as one day I had...like always, excused myself to head upstairs. But this time, she stopped me.

I remember her patting the bed as she scooted over, telling me to lie down next to her, which I did. I thought at first she just needed a bit of extra cuddling or something, until she actually reached down, and began unzipping the shorts I had on. I knew then what she was about to do, and obviously, I let her. It had been something I had been dreaming and thinking about for years. After that, things just seemed to escalate between us. Soon we were going down on one another on a daily basis, amongst other things. And maybe that would have been ok, if it hadn't have been for dad. I actually did feel a little guilty about what we were doing, and so did mom. And that's when she told me, she had already decided to tell him about us. Sure...I was scared to death, afraid of what he might do or say once he knew. But that's when mom confessed to me another little secret she'd been holding onto. As you're probably well aware by now, they're quite active, and quite open sexually. Always have been. She told me how very often their 'pillow-talk' could get pretty nasty, pretty kinky at times. A no-holds bared kind of thing that they had both agreed to early on. They could say anything, express anything without fear of repercussions in having done so.

Mom had even broken the taboo barrier herself in the beginning, mentioning to dad how well I'd developed, and then confessing to him that even she'd been fantasizing about playing with my boobs and so on. And so it began. In time, they'd very often imagine me being with them, which mom said had led to some of the best sex they'd ever had together. Now mind you, dad had never once approached me about anything, or made any attempt to spy on peek on me. Not once. So knowing that he actually did have these thoughts about me, sent a torrent of these secret thrilling shivers up and down my spine. Like I said, I'd been harboring my own forbidden thoughts for years! So that's when mom came up with the plan that would change my life. Change all our lives, forever!"

I wasn't sure I was going to last much longer myself here. Story or no story. Even having to tell Cathy to slow things down a bit. It seemed like the more excited she became listening to Christine's tale, the faster her hand went up and down on me...which wasn't helping me out a whole hell of a lot. Roger on the other hand seemed to be pacing it just perfectly, though so was Christine by my measure.

"I love hearing this part," he briefly interrupted. "Never fails to arouse me." Which at the moment, was an understatement.

"What happened then?" Cathy asked, though thankfully she had slowed in stroking my cock.

"Dad was going to be home for an entire week. A rarity back then. Obviously, whenever he was home for any length of time, he and mom went at it almost night and day, or so it seemed anyway. So what she did, was come up with a plan that she felt would be the best way to inform him about what we'd been doing all along, and do so in such a way, that he'd be a bit more receptive to it, when hearing it. Or so we both hoped. She had made sure dad was damn good and horny, really getting into one of their taboo pillow-talk games. I stood out in the hallway, having cracked open the door, waiting for my cue. They were already at the point where mom was teasing him with images of me, demanding in a sense that he tell her what he wanted more than anything at that very moment.

"Come on Jack, tell me. Say it. Tell me how much you'd enjoy fucking our daughter!"

"I want to fuck our daughter!" He'd called out, though not nearly good enough according to mom.

"Louder!" She told him. "Say it louder, and this time say it like you mean it, like you want to have your prick inside your daughter's cunt, even more than you want it in mine!"

He nearly screamed it, even then trying to keep himself under control, but when I heard him say..."I want to fuck her more than anything!" Which was when she called out to me essentially, giving me my cue to come in. "Then do it Jack, do it. Fuck your daughter, she's here for you."

"Wow," I moaned, actually seeing all this in my head. Suddenly visions of some of my own secret fantasies surfacing, many of which I hadn't thought about for years coming to mind. And I almost lost it, because of it...actually having to stay my wife's hand for a moment.

"And?" Cathy pressed as excited now as I was.

"Needless to say, daddy was a little surprised to see me standing there at the side of the bed, willing...and naked. And a little nervous too of course. It would be after all, my very first time. Though mom and I didn't tell him that until it was all over with. He was gentle though, almost as though he knew that I was as we began doing it. Though I daresay it helped that mom was right there by my side, guiding me through it as dad finally penetrated me for the first time. After that, it was never a problem with the three of us, especially now that dad knew all about mom and I, which he'd gotten quite a kick out of upon hearing it. And don't get me wrong, it wasn't like it was always the three of us. Sometimes just dad and I, sometimes, just mom and I. And sometimes of course, just the two of them. But I also have to say, whenever it was the three of us, it seemed to be the best sex that any of us ever did have after that."

"And then I came along," Roger grinned. "And speaking of which..."

We all sat watching as Roger's prick suddenly gushed, sending several copious streamers of fluid into the air. I wasn't far behind myself after having seen that, especially as Christine sat licking her fingers off, and then swiping up the rest of his spilled seed prior to begin finger-fucking herself with it.

The Captain had turned the ship around heading back in. We'd had a nice little snack and refreshments, and then settled in to watch the sunset as we traveled back.

"So how did the thing with Roger come about?" Cathy asked curiously. I knew she was going to even before she did, though admittedly, I was curious about it myself.

Christine smiled knowingly. "Early on, we'd discussed it, and had already decided, that regardless of whether mom had a girl or a boy, that in time...he, or she, would need to be told about what the three of us were doing. None of us by then had any intention of stopping, though we also felt it was important to let he or she..."

"Meaning me," Roger said grinning.

"To make up their own mind about it," Christine finished. "Which is exactly what we did. When Roger was old enough, that's when we told him about the three of us, and how long it had been that this had been going on. We left it up to him to decide if he could at the very least, accept the three of us, regardless of whether he joined in or not. As it turned out..."

"And that as they say, is the rest of the story," Roger again interrupted, though adding. "I think the one big difference with Christine and I is this. As you probably noticed last night, we're pretty exclusive amongst ourselves. Sure, we know that mom and dad live more of a swingers life-style than we do. Which is fine with us. Especially with your mom and dad, who we've come to love and appreciate their friendship as well. But even then, Roger and I only have sex with one another, and with them. No one else. We don't mind looking, being watched, stuff like that. But we've never taken it beyond that so far, and don't really have any plans in doing so either."

Personally, I was good with that. Looking at Christine's boobs was nice enough as it was. Beyond that, things were getting a bit more complicated than I had ever imagined, so it was sort of nice knowing, that things weren't going to get much wilder than they already were.​