Incest/Taboo Mom's Big Bed

Holly's RV pulled up to the dock where the houseboat was moored. Popping open the door, my crazy collection of female relations spilled out; along with myself, Holly, and her hot little daughter Tonya. Everyone was ready to party but there was still work to be done.

The other vehicles in the cackling hippy concubine convoy pulled up right behind us and everyone pitched in unloading the RV and the cars. We began moving everything from sleeping bags to food; up onto the dock and then onto the boat.

Come to think of it, "boat" really isn't a good description. How in the hell do I want to describe this thing? Oh yeah... imagine this; the Playboy Mansion gets drunk and has sex with Bruce Wayne's yacht, (and both fucking parented this "floating love child" of a house boat).

If you can picture that in your head, you'd have a good image of what I'm talking about. I'm telling you; if the RV of Holly's was tricked out... this houseboat of hers made it look like an AMC Pacer with a broken window by comparison. Holy shit!

The houseboat had been originally owned by a guy from Mexico who I guess you might want to describe as an importer of "illicit and non-taxable pharmaceuticals." He apparently spared no expense at building this floating palace because business was good and it wasn't like the demand for his product line was ever gonna dry up in the States, right? One thing led to another and the law caught up with him on this side of the border. Too bad, so sad. Some people don't know how to be low key and live without drawing attention to themselves I guess.

Anyhow this guy skips town, the country, and if rumors are true... the continent; leaving a bunch of high priced assets just lying around for a judge to pound a gavel on and seize in the absence of an arrest. Holly knew a good thing when she saw it and snatched it up at a seizure auction a year or so before. Like I said, her business had been doing well... she might as vacation in style accordingly. According to still more rumors; she picked that big floating whorehouse up for a song compared to its real value.

The only thing was she had to move the boat from Los Angeles, (where it had been seized and where the auction had taken place), back to Lake Havasu. That was an enormous pain in the ass in itself but she did it. She saw the boat... she wanted it... she bought it. End of story. Holly is like that.

The insides of the ship were to say the least swanky, (or as my mom would say "opulent"). The master bedroom had a king-sized bed and master bath with full amenities (as to be expected), but there was also a full blown king-sized bed in the guest-stateroom, a full working kitchen, and pantry wine-closet combination, (not to mention a dining room).

Then of course there was an entertainment room with a fake fireplace, a bar, and a massive wrap-around couch unit. It turns out; that unit could be pushed together so that its two halves formed an enormous bed, (colossal really when you added the two Ottomans in the middle of the room and moved the coffee table). There was a broad flat screen on the wall of the entertainment room, (plus smaller one's in every room of the boat, for that matter). But wait that's not all, oh hell no!

Up on the deck above the living area there were several built in lounge sofas located on a special observation deck. The top deck it turns out had special reinforced steel beams to hold the combined weight of a spillover hot tub and infinity pool, plus a pool shower. Added to this to all this weight was the wheelhouse, set forward on the upper deck. Yes, apparently there was good money in illicit big-pharma and this "humble house-boat" was a testament to that very fact.

We set about moving the supplies to the pantry and then discussed sleeping arrangements. It was decided that any "spill-over" of people not handled by the beds and the couch units could sleep in bags on the floor or out in the RV. A few of my cousins opted for the RV option, (as this meant they could make midnight runs to town for more booze, snacks, partying opportunities, and weed).

"Speaking of booze," my grandma said, "I'm going to trot on over to that liquor supply across the parking lot where the beer truck just pulled into. You know, the one with the cow-girl trucker who flashed me? I want to see if I can get any more bargains for beer before we shove off!"

"I'll go with ya," Holly chimed in, "we're good for wine but we're running low on gin, tequila, and scotch behind the bar. I'm afraid our last party out here on the boat diminished our supplies."

The two left for the booze store and we kept unpacking for about forty-five minutes. It was ironic because two ladies left, but three came back! Apparently there had been a conversation at the store and in addition to Grandma and Holly lugging booze, there was the cowgirl trucker with her Stetson lugging both a twelve-pack and a green duffel bag. She'd unhooked her rig and parked her semi over by our RV. It was quite evident she was coming with us on this excursion.

"Oh well," Mom commented to my Auntie Maria, "the more the merrier!"

"Hey everyone," Holly announced to the group of us as the three women came back aboard, "this is Goldie. She is the lady trucker Grandma was flashing the tits to coming up the interstate! We just COULDN'T leave her behind on shore!"

"Hello everyone," Goldie answered with a lovely British accent, "it's a pleasure to be here, if it's no trouble!" Yes I said 'British.' She looked like she'd stepped out of an episode of Hee Haw and sounded like Downton Abbey. It floored me too... in a pleasant and intriguing way.

"Oh no trouble at all," sniffed Grandma, "why after seeing you flash us back on the road...and then after talking to you in the booze-mart, we knew you were our sort of people!"

So it was easy as that. The senior hippy in the operation had spoken and there was no more to be said. That's the really cool thing about my Grandma... she'll pick up total strangers and cart them along on adventures without thinking twice. She is definitely one of those weed smoking "citizen of the world" types.

Anyhow... it didn't matter much now. Just as Grandma had no sooner tossed Goldie's duffel bag aboard, Holly's lovely ass headed up to the wheelhouse. A minute later and the engines of that floating cathouse roared to life. With Tanya and my sister casting off the bow and the stern, we lurched away from the peer underway... looking for trouble and mischief. It didn't take long to find it either!

The hippy coven that made up my family by now had changed into swimwear and I had donned a set of swim trunks and sandals. In the spirit of the event, Goldie disappeared into the main sleep cabin and emerged a few minutes later in this absolutely teensy weensy blue string micro-kini but still wearing her cowboy hat and boots. I couldn't help but check out her ass under her spaghetti string thong as my grandma waived her over to the bar; having already mixed up a drink for her new found girlfriend.

Several of the women in the family had already been down to the bar and made up drinks for the excursion. As it turned out, I was one of the last people in the family whose hand wasn't occupied with a drink. Mom skipped in from the outer deck in her orange thong bikini and when she saw me with nothing cool at the end of my wrist... she decided to rectify the problem. What the hell, she was already coming back in to make her second drink... it only made sense to make sure I had one too!

"Here you go Ian," she said to me not two minutes later, handing me a margarita from behind the bar, "it's the perfect way to start out Spring Break... a good ole fashioned margarita that is heavy as fuck, on the tequila! Now don't mind me but I'm gonna have one too."

As Mom mixed her drink, I listened to Grandma n' Goldie cackling away at the bar as they casually sipped drinks and glanced out the window while bits of lake Havasu passed outside. I pieced together Goldie's story bit by bit as the two chatted.

It seemed that Goldie had become fed up with her office job in the south of Britain and somehow a wild hair had sprouted in her delightfully tight little ass. She quit... (quit outright as it turns out), and started over with a journey. The details of her odyssey were murky but at some point, she ended up on this side of the Atlantic with a substantial sum of money. Also at some point, she had in her possession both a work Visa and a license to not only drive... but to drive great big commercial semi-trucks. Just how long it had taken her, I'm not sure but she seemed well-versed in the details of American cities and what's more, American lifestyle and customs by the way she spoke and offered up small details about America and its people. In short, she wasn't bullshitting.

I also couldn't help but notice that Grandma and Goldie had a bit of "older woman and younger woman" chemistry going... they were flirting, and flirting hard. As mom settled around to my side of the bar to stand next to me, at my other side I could see Grandma's hand running up and down Goldie's leg. It just so happened Goldie's hand was busy reciprocating on Grandma's thigh. They kept their eyes locked on one another; just like Mom and I were not even there. Oh yeah, Grandma found a lady playdate... and it looked hot what was happening between the two of them!

My cock began to stiffen up and rise beneath my trunks. Mom noticed this and pulled in even closer to me... mischievously sliding a hand down into my trunks to grab my gronk. I retaliated by wrapping an arm around Mom's hip and coming down from the other side beneath the front of her little orange thong to stroke her clit as she sipped her drink.

At some point in the conversation, Goldie shot a glance our way. She stopped for a second. She just stared.

"Wait," she said, "so is he the boy of that lady running the boat upstairs?"

"Nope," Mom cut into the conversation, "he's my son and my youngest child. He just turned eighteen."

"And she," Grandma finished, "is my daughter in law and he is my grandson. Son of my late son who passed away a few years back."

"Wait," Goldie said, "so it's true, then? I thought you might be kidding when we first started flirting at the beer mart. You really are all swingers and sort of a free-love caravan of hippies who practice 'familial relations' on a whole different level?"

"Is this a problem, honey?" Grandma asked, sounding serious but stroking Goldie's inner thigh.

"Darling," Goldie replied, seizing my grandma's hand and pushing her fingers under the front triangle of her micro-kini where they would have proper access to her snatch, "I have been swinging from one end of your country to the other. I am out on Fetlife, Adult Friend Finder, and a dozen other swing sites and the whole purpose of that rig is to bring me to adventures like this. Your familial arrangements don't merely intrigue me... in fact they're right up my alley, my THING even!"

A chuckle of relief rose up from all present. It was clear that Goldie was "one of us." Even if she wasn't related, she was riding close to our wavelength frequency. My mom had just one question.

"So why 'Goldie?' I mean, it's not your hair color," Mom observed with her hand absent-mindedly pumped my cock that she'd now yanked from my pants and was jerking for all to see.

"Let's just say," said Goldie reaching over and joining her hand with my mom's on my now rigidly stiff dong, "that if you get too much booze in me, you'll stand a good chance o' findin out. Hope this place has a nice shower n' drain system!"

"You mean?" Mom asked as she moved Goldie's hand to a favorable position on my cock so that both women were now able to touch and feel my shaft. She was sharing me, her boy ... her man... her lover, with this new woman as a gesture of good will.

"I do," Goldie answered matter of factly, "I simply delight in the pleasure of pee. I love it sprayed from a cock.... or gushing from a cunt! I'm a hot horny bi woman with a piss fetish... and I make no bones about it!"

Oh yeah, Goldie wasn't merely close to our wavelength frequency of kink... she was riding right bang on it! Grandma leaned over, kissing Goldie sweetly on the neck and shoulders as she continued to stroke the lady trucker's twat before she whispered,

"I believe I've chosen well!" Goldie giggled and nodded in agreement as she continued to stroke my cock along with my mother in a wonderful masturbatory massage.

We made small talk and fondled each other for a few minutes; letting the booze do its thing to our inhibitions, (which I am not convinced we'd brought on this trip anyhow). After a bit, Mom suggested we go topside to see how Holly was progressing in the wheelhouse. Drinks in hand we headed up to "the bridge."

We found Holly standing at the helm, hair flowing in the oncoming rush of wind through the open window... looking beautifully majestic in her robe that just barely covered her emerald green thong ...and delightfully decadent bangin hot MILF ass! It was a little anti-climactic that we were on a desert lake instead of open ocean but hey, can't have everything I guess.

Mom flung her arms over Holly from behind and kissed her on the neck. She handed Holly her margarita and whispered in her ear in between little neck-nibbles for her to have a sip.

"Is that wise," Holly replied, "having me drink while steering this house boat?"

"You a cop?" cackled Grandma who'd stopped hugging Goldie long enough to light a joint and hand it to Holly after taking a hit.

Mom held the wheel for a second as Holly took both a sip and a hit. She waited a second for the tequila and Grandma's special blend of dirty-old-hippy-lady ditch-weed to take effect, then she nodded her head and resumed her duties at the wheel, a squeaky giggle escaping her lips. It was gonna be one FUCKED UP excursion - that was for sure; based on our captain's current state of affairs. By the hoots and hollers coming from outside, Holly was easily the soberest one on the boat!

Mom now took her margarita back from Holly and pushed me up behind the "captain." She dropped my trunks to my feet and started yanking and tugging my junk into a fierce boner. When Mom was satisfied with my stiffness, she then had Holly bend forward ever-so-slightly at the waist as she guided my cock up to her friends snatch from the rear; pulling Holly's thong aside in the process.

Grandma put her joint to my lips for a hit and then I sipped my drink while commencing a standing fuck of our "helms-lady," Holly. Mom, Grandma, and Goldie all cuddled to one side, ogling our fuckery, sipping their drinks, sharing Grandma's joint and generally fondling the shit out of each other. It was all Holly could do just to keep the boat straight... not that she fucking cared by now!

A fresh "funny-ciggie" found its way to Holly's lips. She giggled some more, both from the weed and from the pickle-tickle my prick was giving her insides. I leaned forward and bit and chewed her back and shoulders, running my hands up and around under her bikini top to find her breasts and pinch her nipples. The boat moved forward along the lake's surface to our destination, (if Holly could remember where the fuck it was she was going).

I didn't care. Her cunt was giving my cock a nice warm wet squeeze, plus I had a drink in one hand n' Holly's tits in the other. I was happily rolling her swollen nipples between my thumb fingers, giving her little teases and making her sigh. At one point she leaned back to kiss me and said,

"Ian, have you ever driven a boat?"

"No," I answered. The most I'd ever done was paddle a kayak at summer camp.

"How would you like to drive this party-boat and my pussy at the same time?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I dropped her tits and took the great wooden wheel, reaching beneath her arms. She picked up where I had left off, rubbing her tits and pulling on her nipples like they were stuck dresser drawer knobs... all while I sawed my cock back n forth in her puss-pit from behind.

Steering a boat was like steering a car for me... only bigger. It wasn't too tasking, despite the fact that I'd begun to feel the effect of my drink and my grandma had given me another hit off her weed, (which was making me feel a more than a little bit mellow by now). This was the life, balls deep in a beautiful MILF, steering her boat, three women snuggled up next to you with a drink in your hand. It looked and felt like a bad 1980s video that was - OH SO GOOD!

This went on for several minutes; me churning up Holly's puss-pipe and her stroking her nips. She told me to steer the boat to a point of land waaaay, way out ahead of us; then she shut her eyes as her hand found her clit.

We began to rut faster and faster. I wasn't really doing a very good job of steering but nobody on this crazy fucked up cruise cared. They were either cackling and laughing or fondling and making out (or moaning and gasping like crazy - as was the case of me and Holly). We kept going at it for another couple of minutes, hell bent for leather; me wrecking Holly's pussy like I was trying to break it and she, flipping her bean like she was mad at it; right up until we both began to shudder and bawl.

Holly arched her back and shrieked hard as my mouth found her neck. Right then I came, my cock blasting a big salty load up her squeezing baby-maker as she furiously rubbed her clit and called me every nasty fucking name under the sun. A few shudders out of her later and her girly-dew was running freely. It was spilling everywhere; trickling down her thighs, my cock, and my balls and leaving a huge dew puddle at her feet. We collapsed on each other for support, laughing and gasping in the afterglow as Mom, Grandma, and Goldie cheered us on.

"Let me take the wheel back, Ian." Holly requested, explaining,

"You got us to the landmark along the shore where I need to turn."

"Turn?" I asked turning over the wheel to her,

"There!" she said, pointing out the right out of the wheel house over to our right.

Far out far across the lake at the opposite shore was a MASSIVE beach party, (and if you put your head out the window and listened, you could hear it clearly, despite our own music being played). Oh, and party didn't begin to describe it adequately.

The shore was choked with people... there was a stage too. I could see also a large flotilla of boats pulled up to the shore. It looked like a boozed up sex crazed regatta that had transformed itself into a bit of a traffic jam. The water in that little cove was literally filled to the brim with boats, jet skis, inner tubes, and drunk men and women. We turned... and headed for THAT!

It took us a while to get there. We were big as boats went, not fast. Holly had cut our speed in half too, cautious of people and objects that might lay ahead of us. It was then my Grandma made a suggestion.

"Goldie, do you want to taste my grandson's nut? His cum is quite yummy, (even if I am a bit biased being his grandma n' all)."

My grandmother pointed to Holly's lovely rump and Goldie nodded giggling. She and my grandma dropped down to their knees next to Holly and myself. Holly sensing what was about to happen, bent forward slightly over the wheel while pulling her thong to one side. There was a generous dribble of my ball-sauce was leaking from her snatch and Goldie wasted no time shoving her face up in Holly's lovely rear. She wrapped her lips around Holly's twat taco and commenced slurping out as much of my nut butter as she could manage.

Grandma in the meantime grabbed my slackening dong and going to her knees, commenced to suck upon me. In a few minutes' time, she'd sucked me back to stiffness. The whole time Mom stood right beside me, kissing me on my neck and shoulders while I fingered her snatch with my free hand.

Up underneath Holly, Goldie proved she knew her way around a woman's snatch. In no time she she'd slurped Holly's gash clean of my spunk and in a few more minutes' time she'd managed to bring Holly off with both lips and fingers. It was all Holly could do just to keep the boat under control. When she finally stopped cumming Holly weakly thanked Goldie for the sexual favor. The the pretty cowgirl rose to her feet to kiss Holly full on the lips before replying,

"Don't mention it, Luv!"

We still had a bit of time to kill before we'd arrive at the beach-party way off in the distance. My Mom took advantage of it, along with Grandma and Goldie.

"Time to head out onto the sun-deck Ian," she suggested, "your sister and the rest of the clan are out there,"

"Good thinking Petra," Grandma agreed, rising up from her knees and my restored cock, "let's get outside. We need to freshen drinks and get some sun."

With that Grandma comically led me along by my stiffie like a piece of luggage, (in fact all I needed was wheels). Mom and Goldie followed close behind out from the wheelhouse. On the top deck we found the rest of the cackling-coven. Someone stuck a fresh drink in my hand and soon fresh drinks found their way to Mom, Grandma, and Goldie as well.

The noise on the party deck was deafening. Music blasted so loud from the sound system it vibrated my ribcage and all the women in my family danced and frolicked around in a happy hippy frenzy; swilling their drinks here... polluting the air with clouds of weed there. I'd describe it as pure chaos and it was loudly being advertised as the best party on the water to anyone with eyes or ears, (what with all the women waiving and flashing tits at any boats that coming anywhere's near that floating cathouse of ours as it crossed the lake). The group was now fleshy throng of gyrating female asses and sun-oil!

The air already being ripe with fuckery as it was, my Grandma decided to 'dial it up a notch.' She pulled off her bathing suit; tossing it down by the keg. Now standing naked as the day she was born, she suggested that Mom and Goldie do the same. Two more suits promptly flew through the air and landed next to grandma's.

"Ian," my grandmother scolded, "what's gives? You having an attack of modesty or something? TRUNKS OFF!"

Before I could respond, Goldie yanked my trunks down. She had 'em to my ankles before I gave in and just stepped out before she then tossed them playfully to my mom. Mom in turn tossed them to Grandma, (who then without a second thought sent them flying through the air to land more or less in the heap with the other bathing attire).

The rest of the gyrating gyno-army of screaming laughing females did the same; some removing just their bottoms, others shucking everything. More bathing suits flipped through the air onto the deck in an impromptu multi-colored carpet. The girls set about slathering more sun oil on themselves and each other. Grandma, Mom and Goldie did the same to themselves and to me; making my cock now an absolutely RAGING stiffie once again at the sight of it all!

The whole naked event went completely un-noticed by anyone down upon the water however, (as the upper-party level of the houseboat was surrounded by both a neck-high railing and solid white metal plating going around the deck perimeter). Apparently the "pharmaceutical-dealer" who'd owned the boat previously had liked his privacy... or at least didn't not want events on the boat to be observed by anyone. There was a metal step next to the railing and the privacy bulkhead that allowed you to stand-up and clearly be seen by anyone below (especially if you were going to flash tits). For now, however, everyone was concealed; yelling and partying behind that metal "curtain of secrecy" away from prying eyes.

About that time, the houseboat finally came to a stop as Holly reversed engine before shutting down, daring not to take the boat in any closer to shore. We were there. Time for fuckery and hijinks with more folks!

The party crowd down on the beach waived and screamed out greetings to us. It was a swarming booze -soaked throng down there on the shore, (more staggering sweaty dog-pile of humanity than a beach party). They'd all seen our boat approach and the hollered and hooted at us as we'd now merged with a colossal traffic jam of boats, (all parked in a sort of hodge-podge impromptu marina at the party's edge).

The scene before me looked a bit like the bathtub when I was a little kid, (you know when your mom tells you that you are getting out in three minutes but you spend five minutes just getting all your toys out). Everywhere down on the water were boats and craft of every size and description; plus, jet skis, rafts, canoes, kayaks and countless inner-tubes with people in various stages of undress and inebriation manning them. By the look and sound of things (and despite us being as soaked and stoned as we were), we were easily the soberest vessel on the water!

Holly came down out of the wheelhouse and joined us. Seeing everyone's general state of undress, she decided to fit in. Off came her top, (which sailed through the air). She passed us on her way to find a spot by the railing, giving me a playful swat on the ass and making me jump. She then turned to Goldie and said with her hand by her face as though sharing a secret,

"Watch that one, he's trouble!"

"I'll be careful," Goldie replied all grins.

Holly shot us both a sly wink before joining her daughter Tonya on the rail. As I started to turn back to view the going's-on out on the water, I realized Goldie was still making eye-contact with me.

"This is quite a Harem you have here Ian," she commented, "and quite the secret you all share. You must feel like cock of the walk!"

"My balls are regularly empty," I grinned back at her, "if that's what you mean?"

"I'd have thought by now," she observed, "you'd be worn down to a just limp noodle, but it seems just a few minute's time and you're ready to go at it again,"

"You're not lying," I agreed, "watch this..."

I moved up behind my Aunt Sharon. She'd just hopped up onto the step next to the railing and was now showing off her lovely bare stripper boobies for the pleasure of somewhere close to a thousand thirsty people on the shore, (and that's not to mention those folks out on the water). She swished and swayed yelling WOOOOH HOOOOO! at the top of her lungs with the sun glinting off those barbell piercings on her nipples as her oily chest melons wobbled to and fro.

The crowd fucking loved it! A roar of hoots and catcalls answered her back. To that booze-soaked thirsty mob, they could all easily see my aunt was well-endowed up top, thanks to the miracles of plastic surgery. What they couldn't see thanks to the metal barrier in front of her was she was also absolutely nekkid down below!

"Hold my drink," I said with a wink to Goldie, (who was huddled in close to one side of Sharon and myself).

Without warning my aunt, I knelt slightly at the waist and grabbed her ass; parting her rumpcheeks and burying my face inside them. Sharon let out a surprised squeal, but drunk as she was... she just took it all in stride. She quickly recovered and pushed her ass hard up against my face as I commenced administering a nasty nephew rimjob of her nether-hole. Up and down along her asshole and pink pussy-pit I ran my tongue; getting her nice and slick at both openings for what was to come next.

Rising upright, I steered my cock at her twat-hole from behind and slightly below; all while placing one foot up on the step for balance as Sharon bent her knees and hips slightly. CONTACT - I was in and wasted no time sliding in up to my ball-sack, enjoying the sweet warm squeeze of her cunt. Auntie Sharon and I began to rutt like two stray cats in trash can.

The crowd below on the beach and in the other boats on the water could only see me standing slightly behind and below my boozed-up drunk-ass aunt, (and in hindsight it probably looked like I was steadying the horny old hippy harpy so she wouldn't tip and fall overboard). She kept hooting and yelling her Wooo! Woooh hollers to the crowd as I sawed away at her pussy in a modified standing doggystyle fuck. The whole time Goldie stood just inches away from me... incredulous at what was taking place!

Someone put a joint to Sharon's lips and she took a good solid hit. A few seconds later and with a huff of her lungs her head was enveloped by cloud of pot smog resembling a THC-infused aura. She then took the weed and held it in between two fingers while shouting more WOO WOO WOO's at the hooting crowd in between sips of her drink, (all while I played bumper cars with her cervix from behind).

Soon her Woo Woos ceased however; as she was overcome by events, (namely the fact that I was wrecking her insides). After about two minutes more she bowed her head, letting out a little whimper that was absolutely drowned out by both the blast of the music on deck and that roar of the oblivious crowd. I felt a rush of warm wetness as she came sweetly with her dew running down my cock. We weren't finished though, oh HELL NO!

I yanked my stiffy from her dripping snatch-hole; aiming it at her pink puckered rectum as she raised her head to the sky in anticipation of what was to come next. It helped that the music was at a huge crashing crescendo, (so to the mass of folks on the shore, my aunt was just one more stoned half naked drunk chick on a luxury boat who was WAAAY into the music). Yeah, if they only knew!

Swiping my dong-head a few times up n' down her sun-oiled ass crack, I made sure her grout line was "prepped for calking and sealing." I then just pushed the mushroom head straight up towards the friendly void of her poo-pit. Her sphincter opened as easily enough; no problem there... (I mean its Aunt Sharon the anal whore who I swear has a clit stashed someplace in her intestines). I slowly started pulling her hips down onto my prong.

Her mouth opened wide and she let out a loud HAAAAAHHH! I drove on in and impaled her; stopping only when I was all "nuts to her guts." She now was giving me the "sweet stinky squeeze" from all directions. I must say, it felt - oh so good, (as it always does to tell you the truth)!

We waited for several seconds with my cock spearing my Aunt Sharon's pink ham flower but not moving while she adjusted to the stretch. She took a hit off the joint, finishing it. She then took a sip from her drink; flicking the spent doobie over the side of the boat, before blowing another mushroom cloud of reefer smoke high up into the air. With a nod of her head to me, I began sawing away at the nasty leather cheerio of her butthole.

Standing directly beside us on the railing was Sharon's daughter, my cousin Cindy. Mugging a bit for the crowd below, she pouted her lips and shook her own bare titties at the boozed-up mob. She then leaned over and kissed her mom full on the lips this big Sapphic incestuous smooch that had everyone on the beach and in the water hooting and hollering, (unaware that this was a mother and daughter kissing before them). Bowing her head, Cindy then groped and licked her mother's wobbling teats before coming back up for more taboo smooches as the crowd roared with approval. Her actions had a desireable side-effect - no one really concerned themselves that I was standing behind my aunt Sharon; hammering away at her hiney like I was angry with it, (and if they did see it they couldn't tell what was happening due to the angle we at).

Adding to the distractions was my Aunt Becky and her squad of daughters, (who in an act of pure bravado had now seated themselves - bare-assed naked over the rail with my Aunt Maria and her daughters holding them steady from falling over the side into the water below). It spoke volumes to the trust between these women, (it was a long way down to the water and a belly-flop would hurt at that height). Oh well, they were so drunk and stoned they were feeling both horny and crazy brave!

I could clearly see Aunt Becky and her girls, each with her hand down between her legs and each with their shoulders jerking slightly, but I did not have a clear view as to what they were doing. My suspicions were confirmed however, a second later. Down on the beach, a DJ who had been blasting music for the party crowd suddenly blurted into a hot mic,

"OH GOD, THEY'RE GODDAMNED RUBBING ON THEMSELVES!"

He realized his mistake of shouting out over a PA system right away, but too late. The damage was done. Everyone who wasn't deaf turned their heads to look in the direction of the houseboat. Those already privy to the spectacle hooted and pointed. An enormous roar rose up from the crowd. Now all eyes were on my aunt and her daughters who were facing away from the mass of people; their bottoms bared and drooping over the rail as they masturbated for all to see! Not only was I NOT noticed... I knew right then what it was like to be all but invisible.

So I was up inside my aunt Sharon and just pounding away at her poor plowed popo, when I noticed my cousin Cindy had stopped kissing her and instead was just staring into her mom's eyes. She wasn't shocked as much as getting turned on, watching her mother's expression. Without warning she pulled her mother's face in for yet another kiss; then she kneeled, inserting her fingers into Aunt Sharon's twat. There the three of us were; me reaming out Aunt Sharon's dirty tailpipe while her daughter finger blasted her cunt rotten!

This went on for about a minute or so. The whole time Goldie was standing right bang next to our torrid trio; observing it all intently. Between my poundings and Cindy's finger diddling, Sharon was coming all in-glued with excitement and we were merciless the way we wrecked her insides! When we got her off, it was a real wet head-shaker of an orgasm ( a veritable bitch-quake), sending my aunt into a fit of screaming and wailing while her juices ran freely down our legs. Cindy wearing a broad smile simply licked her fingers; seeming to be puffed-up proud she'd done such a fine job of getting her mom off.

I hadn't cum yet however. I'd been edging... (y'know, pacing myself). I'd need to bust my nut at some point; I mean... the way I'd been roto-rooting my aunt's rectum rotten I couldn't hold out forever, but for the moment I was good. The real problem was Sharon who announced,

"Oh JEEZUZ sorry Ian, the booze is going through me and with both you and Cindy doin me - I HAVE TO PEEEE!"

"Not to worry," Goldie interrupted us, " this sort of thing's my game!"

"What is?" I asked, turning my head in Goldie's direction.

"Keep stroking up inside your Auntie's arse-hole, Ian," Goldie told me. She motioned Cindy to one side and crept down low in front of Sharon and me adding,

"just let me do what I do best!"

Before I knew what was happening, Goldie was down between Aunt Sharon's legs after whispering a little something in her ear. Sharon nodded emphatically and as Goldie positioned herself my aunt suddenly cocked her head off to one side in an odd position. Her blond mane which had been whipping this way and that becoming suddenly still. She was focused; deep in concentration... well deep concentration for a stoned naked drunk woman who needed to piss.

There all at once, was a funny shudder inside Sharon. She grabbed the back of Goldie's head, holding her face between her thighs fast. Sharon was peeing, (in fact, peeing straight into the Goldie's mouth as I stood there with my cock wedged up inside my aunt's tushy). It was a party now!

I just kept plowing... in and out...in and out...in and out, of my aunt's guts; all while Sharon relieved herself into Goldie's greedy mouth. Now and again a little trickle of hot pee dribbled across Sharon's taint and found its way to my cock and balls. I just shrugged it off; treating it as natural lube for my shaft drilling her chute. It was all so marvelously fucked up!

I wanted to nut now, but remembered what I'd said to Goldie, so I continued to edge myself up Sharon's tailpipe while the little British trucker lady gulped and gulped and gulped! At last, I felt Sharon go slack with contentment. Almost as if on cue Goldie rose to her feet, wiping her mouth of Sharon's last ammonia dregs before sharing a grateful kiss with my Aunt.

I looked over to Sharon's daughter Cindy, making eye contact with her. Whether it was the weed or the booze or the fact we were members of this perverted kooky hippy coven of deviants... (I can't say), but she read my fucking mind. She turned towards the railing, grabbed both her butt cheeks, and spread them wide; revealing her lovely bubble gum pink anus. It gaped slightly at the pull of her hands like a mouth trying to say, "OHHHHH!"

I didn't need a nudge. I was instantly out of my aunt's butt-pucker and half a step later, straight on into that of her daughter's; right up to my balls. We commenced fucking immediately, my cock sliding deep inside Cindy's delightfully tight dirt-chute. Sharon immediately put a joint to my lips, then did the same to her daughter as Goldie joined us alongside; chiming in for encouragement with,

"Absolutely brilliant Ian! Well, it looks as though you have YOUR skills, (and I just showed ya mine with your aunt). If it comes spraying out the end of a piss-hole, I'm game for it!"

She leaned her face over and gave Cindy a deep full-on-the-mouth French kiss. The whole time I just kept thrusting in and out of my cousin's pink stink-hole. Meanwhile down below on the beach and out on the water, a huge roar erupted from the crowd. They couldn't see me turning my cousin's crapper inside out, but they DEFINITELY could see the two naked women making out, (and with my Aunt Becky and her daughter's jilling-off just a few feet away, the hoots and hollers just kept coming)!

Now Aunt Sharon who snuggled in up close to the three of us; smooshing in her oily boobs against her daughter and myself. She seized us in a big she-bear hug; giving me a big smooch on my neck. She then moved to my lips for a good long tongue fuck of my tonsils as I banged away at her daughter's chocolate starfish. It was as though we were all fused together with sexual energy; me and my aunt in a passionate kiss, Cindy connected to my cock by with her nasty leather cheerio, and then Goldie and Cindy locked mouth to mouth up in the front. It was nothing short of absolutely electric for the four of us!

I could feel my spooge start to rise. It was too much. I started to grunt and gurgle. Sharon sensed this and pulled back from our kiss; making eye contact with me and saying,

"That's it Ian, baby! Nut up inside her! Nut you bad little boy - I love you and IT so fucking much!"

I cut loose with a huge steamy load up inside Cindy's filthy ass-pipe. Cindy could feel the molten warmth fill her guts and she grabbed Goldie by the top of her head, pulling her down... down... down. As my cock slackened up in Cindy's nether-hole, Goldie immediately took the hint and set about eating my cousin's snatch from the front. Aunt Sharon took over up top; commencing to French kiss her very own daughter while pinching her nipples. Between the two of them, Goldie and Sharon brought Cindy off to a sweet Sapphic shudder, while the whole time I remained slack up inside Cindy's cum-flooded backdoor.​