Incest/Taboo The Island

Men have sex with men. Women have sex with women. No farm animals were injured (or used) in writing this story. Nobody in this story is under the age of eighteen. None of the fictional characters have never had any sort of sexual thought until they reach the age of eighteen, at which time sex becomes an epiphany. Thus, I comply with the moral guardians of this site.

I'm Jim, 45 years old, married to Susan. Everybody wants the picture, so here. We're both runners and swimmers with that long, lean build. Susan 5'10" brown and brown, almost a B cup. Me, 6'3" brown and brown, oh, and 7 maybe 8 inches, cut with a nice big 'soldiers helmet' head. One more thing, both Susan and I shave our bodies, not a hair below our eyelashes. This is a sex story, after all.

I'm an Architect. I have my own boutique firm, specializing in athletic facilities. My daughter, Lucy— she and her brother Luke are twenty-five-year-old twins— graduated from an architecture program, and she has joined the firm as a junior partner. Actually, we are the firm. I have a team of drawing people, but Lucy and I are the only principals.

Lucy and Luke, no surprise, are younger versions of us. Tall, lean, muscular. Lucy, 5'10" and small-breasted like her mom, brown hair and green eyes. Luke 6'2" Brown and brown, also very athletic and has an internship to become a lawyer, sadly. Just kidding, it's what he wants, and he will do well. Besides, the firm gets free legal advice.

That's enough for now. I'll fill in more as I go. I want to get to the story.

Lucy and I are headed to a meeting at a local hotel. Not uncommon, our clients are from all over the world, and sometimes we go to them, and sometimes they come to us. The client is requesting a multi-use athletic/social building. We don't know anything else, just that the projected budget is within our expected range. Luke got us the referral from his internship.

"So, dad. They didn't tell you where this is going to be, what it is going to be part of, who's paying for it, or anything? You don't operate like this."

"No, Luce, I don't, but your brother got us the referral, and something about this intrigued me. The meeting was local, and if I'm wrong and they are a bunch of nuts, you get some experience, and we have a story to tell."

Lucy laughed, "Sounds good, pops. You buying lunch after?"

"Sure."

Our first surprise was when a male standing outside the door to the room requested any electronics we were carrying. The table next to him had a cell phone on it. We took ours out and put them next to it. The young man produced a wand and quickly scanned us. The next was the NDA. It was short and to the point and not unusual. Lucy and I signed, the young man witnessed.

"Thank you. Go on in."

The woman was not tall,l five feet even, blond and blue, trim and curvy, and all business around my age. A strong handshake.

"I'm Grace Simpkins, general manager of Sand Haven Resort."

"Good Morning, Ms. Simpkins, I'm Jim Spencer, and this is Lucy Spencer. We are the partners in the firm."

We sat, and Lucy and I got out our pads with our questions. Our host started right in.

"You won't need to make notes. This meeting will be short. Yours is the tenth architecture firm we have contacted. This is not a reflection of your reputation. Yours is one of many highly regarded firms on our list. The challenge is in our facility and our demands.

"Sand Haven is a clothing-free hedonistic resort on a small tropical island. Why not just go to Hedo II? Because these people require privacy, and we provide it. Our members are all wealthy, and we have several recognizable members, either from being celebrities or public figures in business or politics. We have standards, so the members are all in good physical condition, perhaps not beautiful, but no overweight lumps in poor health. We sell an experience. They come here for guaranteed privacy and discretion, and fun. We have NDA's that we enforce by any means, and I mean ANY. The young man out front is part of that. They are not bound by any law or moral code and are well paid.

"No electronics are allowed on our premises. This meeting is not being recorded because of our NDA's. I'll be very blunt. We have people that will make your life hell if you disclose anything from this meeting. We will ruin your reputation."

Lucy and I shared a startled look.

"You will be required to stay at the site for at least one week. You are our guests and are free to stay longer, but one week is the minimum. Yes, you will be required to be naked. You will observe people having sex in a wide variety of situations. Watching is an accepted part of the Sand Haven experience. However, both of you will wear a blue elastic bracelet on your ankle that identifies you as 'non-participating guests.' You can play tennis and volleyball, use the track and the gym, but sex with members is not permitted. Oh, you can masturbate anywhere. It's not uncommon, but no contact with members."

Grace stood.

"We're done here. This is not meant to try and change your mind, but we have many powerful, wealthy people on our member list, and a good project will result in more work for you in a more conventional format. I'm sorry to be abrupt, but in my experience, there is no point in further discussion unless you agree to our terms. If you agree, we will proceed with design details and cost projections. It has been a pleasure meeting you, and please let me know your decision within a week."

She left the room. The young man came in and placed our phones on the table, and left. Lucy and just stood there. She smiled.

"Well, THAT was not what I ever would have expected."

I shook my head, "Boy, you got that right."

A tense silence ensued. I took the lead.

"Okay, Luce. Unless this is an outright no for you, we need to say no more about this and just ponder it to ourselves for a day. I will tell mom because that's our relationship. You know enough about the firm that we don't need this job. It would be nice. Certainly unique, and the possibility of networking is tempting. You must make your decision based on your feelings only. Can you do that?"

Lucy looked straight into my eyes, "Yes, dad, I can. Thank you for the opportunity."

"One week naked at a hedo resort full of hot movie actresses having sex in public?" Susan howled with laughter, "You'll be out on your ass in two days. You can't keep your hands off me for 24 hours."

"I've never heard you complain."

"No, baby, I love it. But a week is a long time. I'll have Betty and Phil if you don't mind, but you're stuck on boner island with our daughter. Oh shit. Wait a minute, she'll be naked too."

"Uh, yeah, that has already occurred to me, thank you very much."

"Shit. I'm sorry, babe. This is going to be tough. I never thought our little game was ever going to be real, but now..."

A little background. Betty and Phil are our closest and deepest friends. We met in college, and in that wild college way, we ended up all having sex. Well, we never stopped. We're not swingers, in that go to clubs or online stuff. It's just the four of us, that's enough. So, if I'm away, Susan has them to keep her satisfied.

So, the other thing. I was drunk one night and admitted to Susan that I thought Lucy was hot. We got naked, and she pretended to be Lucy. It was more exciting than either of us thought it would be, and now it's part of our sex play. I've never tried anything, no stealing panties, peeking, nothing. But she is a very attractive woman. We thought it was a harmless game. Now I'll be a week with my fantasy naked. I have no idea how I will react. I know I won't be stupid. What I worry about is, will I be hard around her all the time, and will she figure out her father and boss is a pervert creep.

"Susan, baby, this is so off-the-scale. I'm afraid my reaction will tip Lucy off to our game. Maybe it's best if I say no."

My wife was sitting on the bed. I stood in front of her. She reached out and caressed my hardening cock through my pants. She unhooked my belt and dropped my pants. She kissed my erection through my briefs.

"No, baby. Don't say no. Do it. Take a chance. You do great work, and I'll bet you get some great work from this."

She pulled down my briefs and took my hard cock in her hand.

"As for Lucy, I don't know. She may say no, then it's over. But if she says yes, it means she's okay being naked around daddy."

Susan wrapped her warm wet mouth around my cock and sucked me for a few seconds before releasing me.

"You never know."

She sucked my cock a few strokes and paused, "Daddy, did you see that movie actor getting fucked by the pool? I got so horny. Can you help me, daddy?"

Rational thought on the topic ended there, and nasty sex with my wife took over.

The next morning, Lucy stopped by. I had a plan.

"Okay, I have six cards. Yes is written on three, no on the others. We each have a pair. Shuffle them up in your hand a few times so we can't tell which is which and then put one, face down, on the table. One no kills the project."

"Why not just say it?" Susan asked.

"Because the no voter will feel responsible and blamed. This way, nobody ever knows. Even you and I keep this secret."

Susan nodded assent. I handed out cards, and we shuffled them around in our hands. We each put one on the table. I picked them up and shuffled them around and, one by one flipped them. Three yeses.

"Well, Lucy, looks like we have a vacation ahead."

Susan jumped in, "Two days."

Lucy looked at her, "Huh?"

I laughed, "Your mother was being funny. We enjoy a rather regular sex life, and she's saying I'll assault some movie actress out of frustration after two days of watching other people have sex."

"You're a riot mom. You two are blessed. If dad's gonna get booted in two days, I'll be lucky to make one. It's been almost a year for me."

Mom smiled, "Oh, I was just kidding. You two will be fine. It'll be a challenge, but you'll survive. Besides, Lucy, you might meet a nice guy there."

Lucy laughed, "Oh, that would be rich. Try telling that to your kids."

We talked about what sort of building would be appropriate and climate and all, but lingering under it all was my apprehension about being naked. During pauses in the conversation, I saw Lucy's gaze drifting off and assumed that she, too, was concerned. Susan caught on.

"You two are nervous about this. I can see it. I have a suggestion. Why don't we all get naked for the day? I know I'm not involved, but I want to support you both, and since both of you have seen me naked, it's no big deal."

We all sat there and looked at each other. I didn't want to go first and put Lucy on the spot. Once again, Susan took the lead. She got up and flipped off her tank top, revealing her firm breasts in a small tan bra. Her small hands made short work of that and, without comment, she unsnapped her shorts and let them drop. Taking a brief break, she picked up the shirt, bra, and shorts and tossed them in a corner. My wife stood before us in a tang-string. The thin fabric clutched her sex, and I thought she looked damp. Susan slipped the tiny thong down and stepped out, tossing it on top of the rest of her clothes. She did a quick spin.

"You haven't seen mom naked in a while Lucy, how's the old girl holding up?"

Lucy closed her gaping mouth, "Umm. Wow, no hair at all. You look great, mom. I hope I look that good when I'm your age."

"Who's next?" Susan said.

I had a boner. Hardly a surprise. Anytime Susan strips for me, we have sex. She loves sex. I could see her nipples were rigid, and I was sure I could smell her pussy. She liked getting naked. But I didn't want to have Lucy see me hard and get the wrong idea. My wife bailed me out again.

"Lucy, your father has an erection. I'm sure you've seen men excited, but this is different. It's my fault, really. We enjoy a very active and vigorous sex life..."

Lucy smiled, "Ohhhh, I KNOW that. I've heard you two so many times."

I blushed, and I think Susan did too.

"Well, that was not intended, and I'm glad you survived. Anyway, my spontaneous stripping has got him excited. Just as well since I think he will be in that state on the island, too, so we all might as well get used to it. Jim?"

There are very few people who have seen me with an erection. Susan, Betty, Phil, my English professor's wife, and my best friend's mother relieved me of my virginity a long time ago. I stood up and tossed off my polo shirt. My cock made a fat bulge in my shorts, and I resisted the urge to sit back down to conceal my excitement. As my two women watched, I unsnapped my shorts and let them drop, stepping out. Susan and Lucy sat there, staring at my rigid penis, hidden behind white cotton. I slipped my fingers in the waistband and shoved my briefs down, pulling them out to free my erection. I bent over, picked up my clothes, and tossed them on top of Susan's. My wife smiled.

"I'll bet he calms down after a while. Lucy, what do you think?"

My daughter, the only clothed person in the room, went bright red, "Ummm,ahhh, uhhh, well, I think dad's a handsome man."

Susan patted her daughter on the knee, "Good answer and the right attitude."

I sat down, my cock still hard, and I brushed off the pre-cum when nobody was looking.

Lucy stood, shifting from foot to foot, "Guess that leaves me. I've done some pretty interesting things, ya know? But, this is really new and a bit weird."

I spoke up, "Lucy if you're uncomfortable, say so. We'll call the whole thing off. Nothing is more important than family."

Lucy shook her head, "It's tough to explain. I'm incredibly nervous, but I have a sense of adventure. I don't mind being naked. But these circumstances are not like anything I've ever done. Ah, fuck it, let's go."

She was wearing a long cotton sundress that clung to her tall, lean frame. When she arrived, I noticed that her modest breasts were not constrained, but she often went braless. My daughter kicked off her sandals, reached down, crossed her arms, grasped the hem of her dress, and in one smooth motion flipped the garment over her head, letting it flutter to the floor.

My observations of my daughter's clothing had missed that she also wasn't wearing panties. In one sweeping motion, my little girl got naked. She stood in front of us, shifting on her feet, waiting. Looking down, Lucy plucked at the thick bush with her fingers.

"Haven't had a boyfriend for a while. I kinda let things go."

If I touched my cock, it would have gone off, and I was sure my cum would rocket the three feet between us and bathe my twenty-five-year-old daughter's hard lean body. Lucy's breasts were slightly bigger than Susan's, and her nipples were a lot longer and very hard. I'd seen Lucy in bikinis, but this was different. Her ass was just as round, but now I could see every contour and as she turned the light hairs in her crevice. When she moved, her legs opened, and I was sure her pubic hair was wet. This was going to be a very long week. Susan broke the spell.

"You look, marvelous dear. What do you think, daddy?"

I glared at my wife. She batted her eyes, teasing me, "You look great, Lucy. I have no idea why you don't have a boyfriend."

Lucy rolled her eyes, "So far, they lack maturity and ambition. But, I keep trying."

My boner did go away. My wife was very nice and did nothing to tease me. In fact, she ran interference. While we were around the pool, she would get in front of me when Lucy bent over so I wouldn't see my daughter's lush furry pussy. Lucy being 'natural' helped since my fantasy daughter had smaller tits and a lasered smooth pussy. By the end of the day, nudity was almost normal. I figured that we'd have our own room at the resort, and it would be all business. Walk the grounds, yeah we might see couples having sex among the jungle paths, but I could handle it. I assumed I'd be doing a lot of masturbating every night, I made a point of not thinking about what Lucy would do. We went to bed, and my wife fucked and sucked me senseless. As I was about to fall into the abyss of sleep, Susan whispered.

"Whatever happens is okay with me."

The trip down was all business. We flew first-class and spent the flight going over ideas. The budget was ample, and the information packet gave us wide latitude in design, so Lucy and I bounced ideas, and by the time we landed, we felt we had a handle on this. We got lunch at the airport and called for a car.

It was well disguised with foliage, but there was no doubt this was a ten-foot-tall security fence with razor wire. Grace met us as we got out of the taxi. She wore a long cotton dress.

"Welcome. I'll show you to your cabin. After me."

Grace walked into a building that acted as the gate. Inside a tall-ceilinged room with two large fans, there were just a few chairs and a garment rack with hangers. An employee, naked, stood off to one side. Grace whisked off the dress and hung it on the rack. Her breasts were big, round, and firm. She was shaved or lasered and very comfortable being naked. Well, it was showtime. I kicked off my sandals and flipped off my polo. Being naked in my home, in front of my family, was one thing. Knowing that once I took my clothes off, I would remain naked for seven days, no matter what was another altogether. Grace watched, her face neutral, observing. I was uncomfortable. But seeing the look on Grace's face steeled me. It was like she was waiting for me to fail. Tough shit, shorty, not happening.

Knowing where we were going, I hadn't bothered with underwear, so I was naked once my shorts dropped. I folded up my clothes and left them on a chair. I turned to see my tall, trim, sexy daughter hanging up her dress and was very glad my wife had us naked all day yesterday. Grace headed out the door to the resort.

It was the typical tropical landscape—lots of lush undergrowth and tall palms to shade. Paths of crushed shells crisscrossed the areas. I followed Grace and Lucy, watching their firm asses shift as they walked. I could see wisps of pubic hair between my daughter's legs. I felt my cock bouncing off my legs. The sun warmed me all over. I knew I would get used to this, but it was so unnatural, no matter what nudists say. I'm walking in a wide-open area with no clothes on, following two naked women.

We encountered an interesting structure along the way, a gazebo sort of thing, a roof on columns. Under it some kind of picnic table, but unlike any, I'd ever seen. The table was rectangular and a bit higher than usual—tropical wood, varnished and polished. On one side, two stools, polished hardwood, on posts, a little lower than average. On the other side, a thin board hinged out from the table, a narrow wood finger, and a wooden step could be folded down on the ground. Over the table a frame of pipes with loops of nylon straps of various lengths. I knew it was for sex, but there were at least three pavilions visible along our route so far, and that seemed bold even based on what Grace had told us.

The tennis courts were the first athletic feature we saw and my first hint of what was to come. Two men in their forties were playing tennis. It was amusing to see their cocks flopping all over as they made shots. They were not fat, but not athletes, average looking. They were very into the game. On a wide bench at the side of the court, under a palm tree, were their wives, I guess? They were kissing passionately, half on top of each other, one hand pinching their partner's nipple while the other hand was between their partner's legs, fingering their pussy. Grace walked within three feet of them, with Lucy and I following in shocked silence. Nobody made any move to stop. In fact, they broke their kiss briefly and waved before re-coupling. Lucy stared at me, her mouth hanging open. This was not what I was expecting.

I could see the group of cabins in the distance. As we approached, the mystery of the 'sex table' was solved. Ahead of us, one of the pavilions was occupied. Three couples. One woman, late-thirties, rail-thin, lay across the table, her feet up in two of the nylon loops overhead. A silver-haired man stood between her legs, his arms clamping them as he plunged a good-sized cock in and out of her shaved pussy. On the other side of the table, a woman, about the same age as the man, stood on the wooden step and straddled the skinny girl's head as she licked the older woman's pussy, her head supported by the narrow board extending from the tabletop.

Next to them, on the other half of the table, a man, also late-thirties, lay across it, next to the skinny woman. Between his legs, a young girl, she looked like she was sixteen, but we knew that eighteen was the minimum age. She had the man's cock in her mouth and was making love to the hard penis. On the other side, the man's head leaned back, the narrow board not in use. A young man, about the girl's age, was standing on the step, holding onto the pipe frame overhead as he was feeding his shaved cock into the older man's mouth. Well, at least we knew what all the equipment was for. We had been told what to expect but, even so, it was shocking. Grace strolled on, and Lucy and I swapped blank stares.

Any questions about what we'd seen so far were forgotten when we got to the cabin. Made of tropical hardwood, they were about twelve feet square with a sort of pyramid roof with a generous overhang, probably for the heavy rain. The walls were mostly open, with no screen or shutter and a small wall at the top. No door. We stepped in.

One room. Off to one side, a sink, a toilet, and a shower head protruding from the wall over a floor drain. A towel rack with four thick white towels. Against the other wall, a king-sized platform bed with a mosquito net on a frame over it and above that a large fan, turning slowly, augmenting the constant light breeze. A couple of comfy chairs and small tables filled out the contents—no walls, not even around the bathroom. No shades, no doors. I was shocked, but as I thought about the philosophy of the place, it made sense. But for my daughter and me, it was nothing but problems.

"Grace, this is interesting, but I'm staying here with..."

Lucy stepped right on my speech, "Wow, Grace, this is wild. I think we'll be just fine."

Grace, frowning when I began, now had a big smile, "Thank's Lucy, that's nice to hear. Looks like the board made a good choice. If you have any questions, I have an office in the gatehouse. If I'm not there, you can leave a message."

Grace strode off, leaving my daughter and me holding our small bag of necessities.

"Lucy, this is unacceptable. I assumed we'd have real rooms. Being naked together is stressful enough, but this," waving at our living space, "this is not what I imagined. I mean no privacy at all."

Lucy laughed. I just stared at her. She walked over to one of the large openings in the wall.

"Well, dad. We're here, and we can't unsee what we've seen. We're two professional adults. I was shocked too, but the adventurer in me is intrigued. The bed is huge. We'll never be near each other. As for the bathroom, well, we can step outside, you know? The place is beautiful, the climate perfect. Remind yourself that this is a seven-figure project. We're comfortable being naked around each other. Suck it up, daddy, let's go make money."

That makes one of us, I thought to myself.

We stood there for a minute or so, watching naked people walk by. Lucy looked down and ran her hand through her thick mat of pussy fur.

"I think I should get rid of this. It seems that smooth is the custom here."

Knowing exactly what would happen if I watched her shave her sex, I replied, "We're just visitors and have our ankle bracelets. It won't make any difference."

Lucy had both of her hands between her spread legs now. "Yeah, well, I'd like to try and fit in. You should shave yours too, dad. You're all stubbly."

I could feel my cock growing at the thought of my daughter looking even more like my wife. I needed to take a walk.

"Maybe later, Luce. If you want to, go ahead. I think I'll walk around and check out the buildings."

Lucy looked through her travel bag and spoke over her shoulder, "Sounds good, dad."

My mind reeled as I walked. Yes, this was a big-money project, but I was still uncomfortable with Lucy, and now that I knew the place better, I felt even more nervous. Up ahead, one of the pavilions was occupied. I figured, why not, and went to watch.

My cock swung as I walked. A warm breeze kept the air comfortable. As I got closer, I could hear them. Skin slapping skin. She was talking.

'Harder, John, harder. I need to cum again."

They both saw me approach. I could smell her excitement now. My cock got hard. I'd never done anything like this, and I was just in the moment.

Even without makeup, I recognized the anchorwoman for one of the major networks. Forty-ish trim, with augmented breasts. She was lying on the table with her feet in the straps while a very handsome twenty-something young man fucked her. She saw me, smiled, and waved me over. Seeing my stunned look, she laughed.

"The news will never be the same, huh."

That lightened the mood, "No, it sure won't. This is my first time here. It's a bit of a shock."

She groaned through an orgasm. The guy just kept fucking her. I was standing next to her head. My hand on my cock.

I was fascinated by watching his cock as it slid in and out of her vagina. I'd only seen one other erect cock in my life. They were both smooth, so nothing got in the way of my view. Her pussy lips went in and out on his cock. She was soaking wet, and her juices splashed all over him. Without thinking, I was masturbating.

"Wanna have the anchorwoman suck your cock?"

I lifted my ankle, she frowned, "Oh, I am sorry. Didn't mean to tease you. Would you at least masturbate on me? I know that's allowed."

I'd never masturbated for anyone. I always felt it was the most personal thing I did. Now the news lady wanted my cum on her face. I hesitated.

"I so want that cock in my mouth, and I'm disappointed. Please Bill if for me. John will be able to fuck me for a while. I sucked a load out of him before he started. Ohhhhhhhhh."

She came again. My cock was rigid, and I'd seen so much in the last hour. My hand moved without thinking.

"Oh, thank you. Pump it hard, big guy, and spray me." I stood nearly touching the sexy newslady, masturbating while she and the young man watched me while fucking. Last week, if you said I'd be doing this, I'd a hit you. I was getting into it. Falling through the rabbit hole that is Sand Haven resort.

It didn't take long. In two minutes, I was there.

"I'm gonna cum." I panted.

"On me, on me. Cum all over me."

I did. I was backed up, and I blasted a hard shot across her after-market tits. The second shot, on her neck. The third, right across her face. That set John off. He rammed her hard and held, emptying himself as she had a quaking orgasm. She wiped her face and licked her hand.

"Thank you. That was so fucking hot. See you at eleven." She winked, I walked.

My cock, soft again, swung and bumped into my legs as I walked. About ten feet away, in another pavilion, a young couple was fucking. Both blond and athletic, barely eighteen. I wanted to go watch but decided to keep walking. Sand Haven was an overwhelming experience. I rationalized that it would become routine after a day or so, and I wouldn't be as keyed up as I was right now. I headed for the hot tub area, wondering what I would see there. I passed a group of people, laughing and talking. The men's cocks still shiny, and the women's thighs running with cum. What a place. In the next pavilion, a woman lay on the table rubbing her pussy. She wasn't quiet. Now that I was more comfortable with the ways of this place, I walked over. My cock grew.

"Oh, good. Another cock. They all left me, but I wasn't done."

She had to be in her seventies. But she was beautiful. Gray hair, sharp blue eyes. A narrow face with a natural smile. Her breasts were medium-sized and a little saggy with age, her body trim and tight. Unusual for this place, her pubic hair, gray, was untamed and soaked with cum and her juices. She had two fingers up her pussy, and her other hand pinched a very big clit. She was panting.

"Fuck me, please. I want cock."

I showed her my bracelet.

"Shit shit shit. Will you masturbate and cum on my face, at least? You've got a lovely big fat cock."

Now I was getting into this, "This cock? This big fat cock? I want to fuck you. I want to shove this big cock up that wet pussy."

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuucccckkk." She groaned. I watched a torrent pour out of her pussy.

"That was hot. You cum a lot. Look how hard you made my cock."

Panting, "Bill it. Please. Jerk off all over me."

I stood next to her head as she fingered herself. This was so weird.

"It's like I'm beating off with my mom." I don't know why I said that.

She moaned, "Oh, sonny, cum for mommy."

My mom is overweight and does not care for herself, so I didn't know where this idea came from. Unless it was thinking of Lucy and Susan. I stepped closer.

My cock inches from her face. No stranger to role-playing, I got into it.

"Mommy, I caught you playing."

Her eyes rolled back, "Yes, sonny, mommy has needs."

"Is it okay if I watch you play, mommy?"

She was close to a big orgasm, Only if you play with your penis too."

"Mommy, I'm gonna cum soon."

She was cumming, "Ohhhh fuucckk. Cum on me, cum on your dirty mommy."

I did. Not as much as last time, but I gave her a fat shot of cum across her face. She gasped and doubled over, her hand still moving. In a few seconds, she stopped and looked up at me. She was covered in sweat, and I could smell her pussy.

"Walk away, please. I want to grab you and fuck you all afternoon, and that just cannot happen. Walk. Thank you so very much. I came so hard,"

I walked. I wanted to do the same thing. I wanted to devour her. But, I had to admit, I wanted to continue the role-play.

I saw Lucy in the hot tub. Another couple was in there, making out with hands busy under the water. Lucy's hand was busy too. She didn't see me, and I watched my daughter masturbate while watching people have sex. This place is so fucked up, and it's getting to me. I'd just cum twice in an hour, and my cock was half-hard again. I stroked my penis, watching Lucy finger her pussy. I should leave, turn away, not watch my daughter. I couldn't. The guy had moved to the rim of the tub, and his friend had his cock in her mouth. Lucy's mouth hung open as she increased her rubbing. The couple watched her, the woman with his cock in her mouth.

She orgasmed. My daughter came. She yelped and quaked. As she was gyrating, she turned, and for a brief second, we were eye to eye. I turned and walked away, hoping she did not notice my erection.

One of the tamer amenities of the resort were hammocks tied to trees in lovely breezy shady places. Susan had kept me up half the night fucking and sucking, and it had been a strenuous day, plus I was avoiding Lucy. I was out in seconds.

"Hey, dad. It's dinner time."

Lucy stood next to me, of course still naked. Just waking, I was aware of my own nudity. It's just weird lying in a hammock with your fat soft cock on display for your child.

As we walked towards the dining hall, Lucy took my hand.

"So, how was your afternoon?"

"Shockingly educational."

Lucy laughed, "Couldn't have put it better myself. We may have to make changes to our design."

"I agree. But we have plenty of time to get a better grip on what this place and these people want."

Lucy grinned at me, "That's not permitted, father."

I caught her joke, "Okay, grip was a bad choice of words, brat."

Lucy shoved her body at mine, throwing me off-balance. It was a thing she did, but now, being naked, it was different. Usually, I'd grip her around her waist and shove her back, but I didn't. She noticed.

"You're really uncomfortable, aren't you?"

The dining hall was just up ahead. More people were around us. I sighed, "Baby, I'm an adult, and I thought I'd had some interesting experiences, but this is pretty overwhelming."

Lucy squeezed my hand, "and me?"

I laughed, "Yeah, you. It's just not normal. Not supposed to be naked around your kid."

"Well, dad, if it helps, I feel very comfortable."

"Thanks, that helps, but I still feel odd."

Lucy stepped into line behind a couple around my age, "You'll get used to it."

Bill and Carol were from Ohio. We struck up a conversation in line and found a table. They were fascinated with our project and sympathetic about our unique status, Carrol saying that at least we had each other. Lucy nudged me to stay silent. That's twice now. Both in their early forties, they were average looking. Not overweight, but not fit. Carrol's breasts sagged a bit, and Bill was no porn star in the cock department. Their bodies were completely free of any hair below their eyelashes. Bill was gray on top, and Carrol definitely colored hers.

He was a bond trader, and she was an analyst. I got the impression they were very good at what they did. They had rings on their fingers. They were long-time members and didn't know about the new location and facilities, but they were full of ideas and observations once we told them. Bill asked us how much we knew about Sand Haven, and I replied, it's a sex resort for couples. Bill and Carrol shared a quick look. I said nothing, but I got the impression I was missing something. It didn't seem appropriate to ask, so I didn't.

They were quite pleasant company, and we lingered after the meal to chat. The conversation was very non-sexual, which was a bit of a relief. It was dark by the time we walked out of the dining pavilion.

We parted company. Lucy and I wandered. The resort had minimal outdoor lighting, but the sky was clear and the moon bright.

"We're going to need to re-think some of our ideas," Lucy said.

"Yeah, that was obvious after today. Did you get over to the gym and sauna?"

"No, I kinda got distracted. This is an intense place."

"Like nothing I'd ever seen or even heard of."

"Wonder what a membership costs?"

I took Lucy's hand. In the darkness, it was easier being nude with her and not thinking about watching her masturbate. Shadows under a pavilion nearby moved and groaned.

"Based on our budget, probably fifty or sixty grand. I have no idea how many members they have.

Lucy squeezed my hand, "And how do they control who shows up? If everybody came..."

"Don't they already?" I jumped in.

Lucy hip-checked me and laughed, "Funny, dad. That was a good one. Yeah, they do, and often. Perv."

Her hip hitting mine, skin to skin, it felt good. All this watching was getting to me.

"No, my daughter, just an observer of life."

"Not by choice?" She asked.

I ignored her question. We were at our cabin.

"I'm gonna take a shower, dad."

"Okay, I'll go next."

We had one bedside lamp on. I watched as Lucy turned on the water. It was strange, no walls, no door, no curtain, just my tall, lithe daughter, naked, waiting for the water to warm. My cock began to misbehave.

It got worse. I'd watched Susan shower a few times, but it wasn't like this. My daughter, washing. I'm in a chair, naked, watching. This was so wicked. She'd glance at me from time to time but basically ignored me. The water ran over her perfect skin, rivulets off her nipples, hard with the water. The bar of soap in her hand, running over her arms, shoulders, then the top of her chest. She lathered up her hands, putting the soap down, and washed her modest breasts. Her fingers briefly trapping her hard nipples. I had a full erection and didn't know what I was going to do.

Lucy turned to the wall, taking the soap and lathering again. Now she bent over, washing her feet and calf. The dim light was enough to showcase my daughter's still furry vagina and her tight little but hole. My cock pulsed with need. Her hands caressed her sex, fingers running through her pubic hair, wet with the warm flow from the shower. I had never seen such an erotic display in my life, even though my daughter did not intend that. Lucy put the soap on the tray. She was done. I turned so my back would be to the light, and hopefully, my cock would be in shadow.

"All yours, daddy."

I waited for her to pass me with her big fluffy towel before I walked to the shower, confident my boner was not seen. Till I looked up into the mirror on the wall and saw my daughter, casually drying herself, seeing her father's cock rigid as he ducked under the water. She turned away, and I washed, my boner fading under the weight of my guilt. I finished my shower, shaved, and all that. We settled wordlessly on the vast bed, each to our own side. Said goodnight, and I was out in a minute.

I was relieved when I woke up that I was not wrapped around Lucy with my hand holding her breast and my hard cock wedged in her ass crack like I've read in so many stories. I was still on my side, and Lucy was up looking out the window.

"Isn't that the couple we had dinner with?"

I got up and stood next to her, in the cabin next to ours, five feet away. A man and woman were on the bed. She was riding his cock with great energy. They were angled so you could see her in profile.

"Yeah, that's Bill and Carrol, alright."

Lucy stepped away, quietly saying, "best way to start the day, if you can."

The remark was not meant to be heard. She brushed her hair as we listened to Bill and Carrol cum, and we walked out to go to breakfast, taking a long route to find the sauna/steam building.

"Strange place," Lucy observed.

"Strange indeed. No secrets, no filters."

"None. None at all."

When we got to breakfast, Bill and Carrol had a table and waved us over.

"Hey, you two. Didn't know we were neighbors."

Lucy answered, "Yes, we noticed that this morning."

Neither of them blushed or gave any indication of being put off by being watched. Carrol patted Bill's thigh.

"We saw you two. Thanks, we love an audience."

I smiled, "Nice to know. We'd hate to make you uncomfortable."

Bill laughed, "Never happen. We've been together forever and liked being watched from the beginning."

I was curious, "How long have you been..."

Lucy stepped on my remark with vigor, "an active sexual couple."

Carrol and Bill shared a glance. Carrol answered, "Since we were in our twenties. We're 45 and 47 now."

Lucy patted Carrol's hand. Then I figured it out. They were married, but not to each other. Lucy saved me from a very embarrassing moment. That's probably why nobody had referred to 'husband' or 'wife'—more of the lore of Sand Haven.

Outside the dining pavilion, we said goodbye to Bill and Carrol.

"Well, dad. We kinda goofed off yesterday, so I think we need to get some work done today."

"Yeah, really. It was a real eye-opener."

Lucy took my hand, "In many, many ways, daddy. Let's go inspect the sauna building."

The building was old and had been roughly converted to its purpose. There was the young, twenty-something couple in the sauna, necking. Her hand on his hard cock and his hand between her legs. We glanced and left. In the steam room, two thirtyish couples were amusing each other. But it was the woman, one on a bench and the other on her knees with her face between her partner's legs while one of the men stood in front of the other, getting his hard cock sucked as they watched the women. We let the door shut.

After yesterday I was a bit more under control, but still, I was feeling some growth. Lucy pointed to the steamy door.

"I've seen a bit of that full bi action here. I wouldn't have thought so."​