Incest/Taboo Educating Sarah

Mom and dad teach their horny, teenage daughter the ways of love

Author's note: all characters in this story are at least 18 years or older

Linda Harris couldn't get enough of her husband's cock. Even after some twenty years of marriage, which produced their daughter, Sarah, not to mention both of them having an unusually busy work schedule, they always found time to make the bedsprings squeak enough to register on the Richter scale.

"G-god...fuck...nggg..." Linda, naked underneath Michael's lean, solid body, gripped his waist as he pounded away yet again between her thighs. Sarah hadn't returned home from school yet, so they didn't bother to keep quiet. Not that they tried much in recent days.

"I didn't raise my daughter to be a prude, or ignorant," she would say to Michael as they both caught their breath, basking in the languid afterglow of love. "If she hears us fucking, so be it."

Michael toyed with one of his wife's supple breasts, nuzzling her nipple. "I have a strong feeling she's up to speed on the mechanics of sex." He reached up to brush a strand of dark brown hair from her face, gazing into her hazel eyes. "And what's wrong with her knowing how much we're in love?" Linda touched his cheek, smiling.

"Well, I did have that talk with her." She sighed as Michael took the nipple into his mouth. He loved to suck and play with her tits, and she loved the attention. Michael moaned, nodding, his mouth full.

They heard a door slam in the distance and footsteps on the kitchen tiles. Sarah was home. Both disengaged, slipping on blue, matching bathrobes, straightening the bed somewhat. Michael disappeared into the bathroom while his wife remained, sitting on the edge of the bed, robe open, her bare feet caressed by the thick, shag carpet. Linda didn't bother to conceal her nudity. Theirs was a permissive household and she and Sarah had seen each other naked almost every day, so why bother? A young woman appeared at the bedroom door.

"Hello, honey!" Linda's face brightened, her arms reaching out.

"Hi, Mom."

Although Sarah was about to graduate from high school, legally an adult by now, she wasn't so grown up that she wouldn't give her mother a big hug when returning home, or whenever the occasion seemed right. As they held each other for a few moments, bodies pressing together, Linda couldn't help but marvel at how the young woman had grown in the past year.

My only child. So beautiful, and now such a big girl.

Sarah had just turned eighteen but was a late bloomer. Only recently had she sprouted up at least six inches in height, and her body had a slim, lithe quality, like someone younger. Her blond hair was cut short in a pageboy style, her legs long and breasts small.

"How was your day, love?" Linda sighed as she nuzzled the crook of Sarah's neck, savoring the scent of sun-kissed skin. The young woman released her mother, reluctantly taking a step back.

"Counting them until I'm free." Sarah couldn't wait to graduate from high school. She had already been accepted to the local community college for the fall semester and looked forward to a lazy summer until then. For a lingering moment, she eyed her mother, naked beneath her robe, then let loose with a wry smile. "How was your day?"

Linda knew she looked like she'd been through the wringer. Her hair was a mess and she reeked of sex and sweat, but what the fuck. Sarah was an adult, as hard as it was for her mother to accept. She knew about the birds and the bees.

"A day off with your father is like money from home."

Sarah slid up on the bed, next to her mother. "New job's tough, huh?"

"And how." Linda put an arm around Sarah's waist, pulling the young woman against her. The motion caused the robe to fall back, exposing even more of her plush body, which didn't go unnoticed. "Sometimes it's like fighting to stay above water."

Sarah rested her head on her mother's shoulder. "But it should get easier, huh? Once you get used to it?"

"Goddamn, I hope so." She didn't feel the need to sugar-coat the situation. Sarah needed to know what it took to get ahead, to be successful.

"Did you have to take this job, Mom?" The young woman looked her mother in the eye. "Is it really necessary?" Linda smiled.

My dear girl. Another sign of becoming an adult. She's worried about me working too hard.

"Sarah, I just want you...well, all of us...to have the best life we can have." She kissed her daughter on the cheek, but the expression on Sarah's face showed that she wasn't convinced.

"And it takes money? That's going to solve all of our problems?"

The robe slipped open a bit more and Sarah eyed one of her mother's thick, erect nipples. Linda took a deep breath. She didn't have an answer.

"Please don't make yourself crazy, Mom." Sarah leaned over, her face coming to rest between the tops of her mother's breasts, nuzzling damp skin. She inhaled the sweet, slightly acrid odor of sweat trapped between and under Linda's mounds. "I worry about Dad, too."

Linda rubbed her nose against Sarah's ear, savoring the pressure against her body. It reminded her of the past, of the days when she would nurse her infant daughter. She wished it could go on forever.

"Why do you two have to work so much? You know I can take care of myself. I'm already looking for a job."

Linda could feel Sarah's breath between her breasts as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of the bathrobe. "I understand, honey, but let us do the worrying. You won't do anyone any good by making yourself crazy."

The next moment, Sarah turned her face up to gaze serenely at her mother. Without thinking, Linda kissed her daughter on the mouth, a brief peck, then another, one that lingered. She closed her eyes, momentarily lost in the moist softness of the young woman's lips. Kissing, like copious hugs, wasn't unusual in their relationship. It felt so natural, so logical. Sarah never resisted.

After what seemed like an eternity, Linda pulled back, their lips smacking as they parted.

"I didn't know you felt like this, about me working," she whispered to her daughter with less than an inch separating their noses. "Give me some time and we'll see how it progresses, okay?"

Sarah nodded. "Okay, Mom. But you know I'll live in a shack, just as long as we can be together and happy."

This time, Linda nodded. She wanted another kiss, but suddenly felt her husband's cum starting to leak out. She put her knees together.

"Bathroom," was all she said with an anxious voice, brow furrowed as she rolled a giggling Sarah to the side. Bathrobe dropped to the floor as she scurried, naked, to the bathroom.

The moment her ass hit the wooden toilet seat, she let out a noisy spray of urine, sighing with relief. As open as she and Michael tried to be around their daughter, having a glop of semen oozing out of her vagina in front of Sarah would be a bit much.

I can't quite say, "Sorry, your father's cum is spilling out of me. I can only retain so much after multiple fuckings!"

The corners of her mouth curled up as Linda inspected the pale blue ceramic tiles on the wall opposite her. She thought about how nice it was to cuddle with Sarah, to feel her breath on her skin, and to share a few loving kisses. She wiped herself, washing her hands before returning, naked, to the bedroom. Her daughter had already retreated to her room to knock out some homework.

Linda fished some garments from her dresser drawer, slipping on a pair of old-fashioned, white panties and a snug, cotton tee shirt. She paused for a minute to inspect her reflection in the mirror.

Tits sagging a bit, but still somewhat firm for their size. Nipples erect, which is almost constant after nursing as long as I could, and decades of attention from Michael. My tummy is relatively flat, but childbirth gave me a slight paunch that will never go away, no matter how many sit-ups I do. Still, not bad for an old broad of thirty-eight.

She poked her head into Sarah's bedroom.

"Hungry?"

The young woman nodded.

"Okay, anything in particular?"

Sarah shook her head. "No, Mom. And you know I can feed myself, right?

Mother snorted, looking at her daughter askance. "I know, I know, but your father can't."

As Linda busied herself in the kitchen, metal, and glass clanking against the yellow, Formica countertop, Michael came up behind her, clad only in his tighty whities. With his lips brushing back and forth across her neck and ear, he inhaled, then whispered.

"God, I love the smell of sex coming from your body."

Her husband's sexy voice and touch made Linda shiver, nipples stiffening, every hair on her body standing on end as he squeezed her waist. "Uh-huh," she said, voice breathy, eyes closing as she leaned back against his bare chest. Michael's right hand slipped under her tee shirt, rubbing her tummy in a slow, circular motion.

"You..." She couldn't complete her sentence, gasping as Michael's hand slipped down the front of her panties. He massaged her pubic mound, luxuriating in her dark, soft, springy bush before two fingers dipped into her wet pussy.

"Ahhh-h-h-h-h," she exhaled as he pressed against her sensitive clit before going deeper. Two strong fingers started curling repeatedly behind her little nub, massaging the sweet spot behind it.

"Did I give you enough cum, my love?" His other hand slipped under her tee shirt to massage a breast. Linda could feel his renewed erection pressing against the small of her back.

Jesus, I hope Sarah's still doing her homework. Otherwise, she's going to get quite a show!

"F-fuck, no, lover," she managed to stutter. "You know I never get enough."

"Even after twenty years?" His breath caressed Linda's sensitive skin, just like Sarah's did only fifteen minutes prior. "Twenty years of straight-on, deep, liquid, sweaty, gooey fucking?" He accentuated the "F" so it made her jump slightly.

Surrendering, Linda gripped the edge of the kitchen counter as her husband massaged her pussy, his other hand tugging at her nipple.

"Oh, god...goddamn!" She felt Michael's healthy erection rubbing against her more urgently, again ready to fuck. "Where's Sarah?"

"In her bedroom, I think." Michael didn't miss a beat as he pinned her against the counter. His hand started slapping wetly against her pussy. Linda quelled a whimper.

Goddamn, he's still horny! Michael's a fucking Superman sometimes, even when he's exhausted from work, but he usually saves this for when Sarah's not at home.

"Jesus, what if she sees us?" she whispered, to no response. Through the building sensations in her body, she envisioned their daughter catching them in the act. That thought was pushed aside by a quickly-approaching orgasm.

After years of lovemaking, Michael knew intimately his wife's sounds and body language.

"That's it, my love." His voice was like warm honey. "Come for me one more time."

Linda nodded, her eyes closed, lips apart as accelerating slapping noises filled the kitchen. She wanted to bend over the counter and let Michael pound another one out, whether or not Sarah walked in on them.

Oh, fuck, what if she's watching?

That's when it hit.

"Ahhhhgggg..." Linda tried to come as quietly as possible, but to her, it sounded like ragged screams of passion. Her hands squeezed the edge of the counter so firmly that it creaked with her shuddering body.

"Yes, my love...yesss..." He held her tight as she bucked and writhed against his firm grip. "Come...come hard for me. God, I love it so much...can't get enough of your sweet, wet pussy."

"Nnnnggg...ahhhhh..." Linda made a sound like air escaping from a tire, unable to form coherent words, sexual tension escaping as she rode down the backside of her intense climax.

In time, Linda nodded, and Michael's fingers slipped out of her body. She turned to watch him lick them clean, unable to take her eyes from his mouth as he savored the heady taste of her sex. The next moment, she thought she saw movement in the living room.

Shit, could it be?

She rested her head on Michael's chest, eyes still searching.

No. I'm just paranoid. But not enough to keep from...

She dropped to her knees and, exposing her husband's aching erection, took it in her mouth.

If Sarah sees this, I don't know what I'll say, but my man needs relief.

"Goddamn, honey," Michael growled, somewhat surprised. He also glanced over his shoulder to see if they were alone. "Ahhh..."

She wasted no time in taking his eight noble inches down her throat, like she had done thousands of times over the years, one hand gripping his buttock as the other squeezed the base of his cock as she returned the favor. It was Michael's turn to grip the counter as he looked down into his wife's loving eyes, her mouth full. Slurping noises filled the air as he winced with pleasure.

"Goddamn...fuck, honey...hungry bitch," his jawline flexed as his teeth clenched. Linda merely groaned.

Of course, it didn't take long for his body to go taut, cum erupting from his cock, right down Linda's throat. She, in turn, kept him in her mouth, repeatedly drawing up the length of his slippery, twitching shaft, until the spasms subsided, swallowing, savoring the taste.

Now maybe we can get through dinner without raping each other.

Michael shook his head, spent and satisfied for the moment, as Linda tucked his limp cock back into its pouch. The elastic band on his underwear snapped tight as his wife rose to kiss him. Their mouths lingered, tongues intertwining, as he tasted his cum. Linda moaned as their bodies pressed together.

Icing on the cake.

Suddenly, Michael pulled away, slapping Linda's ass with a loud smack.

"Now get to work with those pots and pans, woman!" He commanded.

"Asshole!" Linda pretended to slap his face, but it was a love tap. They both laughed as she scurried away, looking over her shoulder at her lifemate, fulfilled.

"What's going on in here?" A voice called from the other side of the kitchen. It was Sarah's. Michael, with his still-damp member swelling inside his underwear, creating an unmistakable outline, merely smirked at his daughter, giving her a kiss on the mouth and a pat on the butt as he exited.

"Oh, nothing." Linda tried not to look guilty, but it was impossible. She still tasted Michael's salty, alkaline semen in her mouth, and hoped her copious wetness wasn't making a visible spot on the front of her panties.

Maybe I should put that robe back on.

"Okayyy..." The young woman slipped onto a barstool, eyeing her with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. Linda felt the need to speak as if it would divert Sarah away from the obvious.

"Are you done with your homework, young lady?" Mother asked as her husband returned. He had put on his robe and handed the other to Linda. Immediately, she slipped it on.

Thank god.

"Uh, no." Sarah eyed her parents. "I just heard some noise and came to see what was up."

Michael didn't help. He was again behind Linda, massaging her shoulders. He left his robe open and his erection had returned, flustering her even more.

My face must be beet red.

"Cooking...that's what's up." Linda was getting angry at herself for being turned on yet again.

God help me. Why is it I need to fuck so bad, even with my daughter only a few feet away, interrogating me?

"Hit those books and get it done, sweetheart." Michael chimed in, much to his wife's relief. "Then we can be together."

"Sure, whatever." Sarah's feet hit the floor and she trotted off.

"I'll call you when dinner's ready," Linda called after her daughter, who didn't respond. She shook her head as she unwrapped a package of chicken breasts.

A grown-up one minute, a bratty teenager the next.

Saturday was thankfully a day off for all. Late spring meant school would be soon over and Sarah had all summer to regroup and plan for the fall semester at community college. It also meant the days were getting warmer, and longer, with sunshine and clear skies. This day was no exception.

Linda and Michael had installed an impressive, amoeba-shaped heated swimming pool in their backyard several years ago. Michael especially liked using it as he swam almost every day that wasn't freezing. Linda, in contrast, contented herself with lounging near the pool with a mixed drink, watching her husband do his laps, or watching their daughter, who loved the diving board.

The years had been kind to Linda, not only because she minded her weight, managing to do light exercise most days, but a lot of it came down to genetics. The complex DNA mix passed down from her ancestors produced a pretty, full-bodied woman of moderate height, with dark brown hair, full hips, and ample breasts. Her face was not delicate, with a prominent nose and full lips, but she possessed a certain je ne sais quoi that made most men look twice.

Still, the only reason she dared to wear a modest, one-piece bathing suit outdoors was that Michael had installed a high, wooden privacy fence to surround the backyard. Parading naked, or near-naked, around the house was fine, but she wasn't an exhibitionist beyond the confines of her own domicile.

As she did most days when weather permitted, she threw a big, thick beach towel over one of the reclining lawn chairs, then proceeded to slowly and thoroughly rub oil all over herself. Michael or Sarah would help with her hard-to-reach areas, then she kicked back with her drink, soaking up the sun, and watching the world go by. Usually, she would bring along her radio, tuned to the local classical music station.

"Why don't you ever come in with us, Mom?" Sarah's head poked just above the waterline as she bobbed up and down, her toes just touching the bottom. A Mozart string quartet intermingled with the sound of splashing water as Linda took a sip of her cherry daiquiri.

"No, honey, I'm fine watching you two go at it."

"Ah, that's bogus! What's the purpose of having a swimming pool if you don't use it?" Sarah splashed water on Linda, making her jump, spilling part of her drink.

"Hey, you little turd!" Linda protested as Sarah swam to the far side of the pool, giggling.

Michael had worked hard on keeping himself fit, and it showed. While he was by no means an Adonis, his figure was lean and firm, with just a tiny bit of paunch, which he couldn't stop pinching while furrowing his brow.

"If you can pinch more than an inch" was a saying at the time, and he tended to obsess over it. In his line of work, appearances meant a lot, but it was mostly for the benefit of his wife.

Sarah's slim, lithe figure, blond hair, and pale skin were a surprise, considering her parents' heritages. Michael was by no means an albino, with dark hair and piercing eyes. Early on, the joke about a Swede in the woodpile was brought up often, but Michael knew she was his.

"Amazing how physical traits skip a few generations, then pop up out of nowhere." Michael had traced his lineage, in part, to somewhere in Scandinavia, but he could find nothing more specific. The other half of the family was pure Mediterranean.

Climbing out of the pool, dripping with water, Sarah resembled a Nordic water sprite. Michael appreciated the two-piece bikini she wore that day.

"See something you like?" Linda teased.

Michael had joined his wife after a swim. After rubbing oil on her back, he reclined with a beer, watching their daughter splash about in the pool. Sarah's attire was decidedly skimpy. On a more well-endowed person, the bikini would have been too daring, but the young woman's figure offered nothing to challenge the wisps of thin fabric. She wore it well.

"What do you mean?" Father asked, not so innocently. Linda snorted, rolling her eyes behind dark sunglasses.

What a fucking horn dog, eyeing his own daughter.

"She must've bought that little nothing at the mall when she was out with the girls." Linda took another sip of her drink. "I would have never allowed her to buy that thing. Newberry's would never stock something like that."

"A little prudish, aren't we?" Michael busied himself, rubbing oil all over what parts of his body he could reach. Studies linking sun exposure to skin cancer had just started to surface, but he and his wife were damn well going to work on their tans, even if they had to coat themselves from head to toe. "What happened to raising her as an open-minded, free spirit?"

"Oh, fuck off, Michael." She playfully slapped his thigh, taking another sip. "Fuck you for reminding me." Her husband laughed.

Still, Linda couldn't help but also admire Sarah's physique, accented by the bikini. She noticed the young woman's nipples poking against her top.

Such a fetching young lady, but thank god her tits are so small, or she'd be popping out of that thing.

With a big gulp, she downed the rest of her daiquiri. Some of it dribbled down her chin, but her quick tongue darted out to lick it up. Placing the glass on the concrete, she plopped back in the reclining chair, feeling the effect of the generous amount of rum she had added to the drink. "Honey," Linda called out to her daughter. "Come put some oil on your father's back."

Michael looked over to his wife. "C'mon, babe," he said in a low voice to not be heard. "You can do it."

"No." Linda looked askance at her husband. "Your nubile, young daughter is perfectly capable."

"Jesus Christ." Michael shook his head, flustered. As was her habit, Linda loved to stir up mischief, especially after she'd had a drink or two. She knew that more often than not, it ended up with her frustrated husband pounding out one, two, or three orgasms to seek revenge. His brusque manhandling while he pushed her over the nearest flat surface, his face red with arousal, his cock rock-hard and about to pop, made for supreme multiple climaxes. She felt her pussy start to throb just thinking about it.

This will be fun to watch.

"Okay!" Sarah climbed out of the pool. With bare feet slapping wetly against the concrete, she trotted up to her mother, who handed her the bottle of oil.

"Lean over, Dad." Sarah hopped behind her father on the lounge chair, straddling it, her legs open as she pressed against him from behind. Michael, still glaring at his smirking wife, obeyed.

She was very generous with the slick substance, coating her father's back, rubbing it in, not allowing any trickle to escape. He held still, allowing his daughter to complete her slow and thorough work.

As she watched Sarah take great care and pleasure in her task, Linda couldn't quell a big grin as she watched her husband's face. She could tell when he was getting aroused just by the position of his eyebrows.

Oh, the torture he must be going through. That's what you get for having impure thoughts about your very own daughter.

Once Sarah was done, she handed the bottle back to her mother, kissed and hugged her disoriented father, and immediately climbed up on the diving board. Exhaling with relief that Sarah was no longer touching him, Michael returned to his former position, reclining the in the lounge chair as water splashed from his daughter's dive.

After admiring his glistening torso, Linda looked down at Michael's swim trunks.

As I thought, a full boner snaking down his leg. I can even see the outline of the tip. Naughty!

Linda had to up the game. Casually, she reached out and squeezed her husband's thigh, less than an inch from his covered erection. Michael jumped slightly, giving her a What the fuck? look.

"Whoa, did I startle you?" she snickered. Michael snorted.

"You love this, don't you?" He looked at her under thick eyebrows.

"Does our little girl turn you on that much?" Her fingertips strayed over to his affliction.

"Oh, please, I..." Michael stopped, responding to her touch. He knew it was ludicrous, and hypocritical, to deny finding his daughter attractive in more than a fatherly way.

"Who's the prude now, lover?" Linda gently petted her husband's bulge through the thin, wet fabric. Michael, cheeks flushing, squirmed.

"Shit, do you want me to come right in front of our daughter?" he whispered.

"Nobody would know the diff," she replied, her index finger now rubbing the tip, something she knew would bring him to the edge. "Just our secret."

Michael swatted her hand away as she laughed, covering her mouth.

"Wouldn't you like to come while watching Sarah on that diving board?"

"Shhh!"

"I can help."

"Do you two need some time alone?" Sarah called out. She had been watching her parents.

"Not right now, honey," Linda's eyes darted to her husband's. "Not yet."

"Uhhh, riiight." Sarah arched an eyebrow before disappearing beneath the water.

"Our girl's no dummy," Michael whispered as he returned to watching his daughter as she swam to the edge of the pool, again climbing out of the water and onto the diving board. "At least we raised her right in that respect."

Linda fell silent, floating along peacefully on her mellow high. Michael donned sunglasses and finished his beer. As the sun dropped below the tree line, Sarah climbed out of the pool one last time, wrapping herself in a towel.

"I'm done," was all she said before trotting into the house.

"Hungry?" Linda asked her husband. He nodded.

After sandwiches and chips on the patio, crickets chirping as darkness fell, they ended up in the living room, watching television. While her parents reclined on the sofa, Sarah spread her towel out on the carpet at their feet. Still in her bikini, she stretched out to watch the latest episode of Magnum PI.

With the light from the television flickering on their faces, Linda looked over at her husband. His eyes weren't on the tube but on his daughter's barely-concealed body. Mother smiled.

That dog. He just can't help himself.

She didn't think anything wrong about Michael savoring the sexy, yet innocent, vision before them. As a matter of fact, it was starting to arouse her. She squeezed his hand, and they exchanged knowing glances as she joined him in appreciating the young woman they had created some eighteen years ago.

Another hour passed in relative silence. As the late news started, Linda rubbed Michael's thigh, turning to look at him. He returned the gaze, nodding.

"We're hitting the sack, my love," Mother said to daughter as both parents stood.

"Okay," Sarah responded, glancing over her shoulder. "Good night."

"Good night," Michael knelt next to his daughter. She lifted her face as he kissed her on the mouth, giving her butt a gentle squeeze. She giggled.

"You two try to keep it down," she teased.

"Why, you..." Linda started to pipe up, but Michael pulled her to the bedroom.

After grabbing a quick shower together, they slipped under the blankets, extinguishing the lights, and immersing the room in semi-darkness. A shaft of intense moonlight pierced the black, illuminating their bed.

They both opted to sleep nude that night. The weather had been unusually warm and they liked snuggling, their bodies intertwining as they lazily rehashed the day's events.

"Do you think we should say something about that bikini?" Michael asked as his wife rested her head on his chest.

"No, let's not get all puritanical on her, just go with it."

"Fuck, it's not like I haven't seen her naked, but she's changed so much."

Linda couldn't help but giggle. Michael seemed to be in a quandary, aroused and ashamed at the same time.

"Oh, relax." She nuzzled and kissed the hair on his chest. "She's quite attractive, even though she looks like she'd blow away in a strong wind."

"You can say that again." Michael rubbed her shoulder, returning kisses to her cheek and earlobe. "Still, she's quite a looker."

"These days, with all the permissiveness going on, I wonder if she's even still a virgin?"

Michael snorted. "In our day, I would've said yes, but now..."

"Remember when you took my virginity? It's hard to believe we were both around Sarah's age." Linda felt his hard nipple pressing against her cheek.

"Yeah, weren't we a pair?"

"You weren't quite sure where to stick that thing." She rubbed her face against his nipple, her fingertips gently tracing around the other.​