Chapter 03
The family next door does more than swing
Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved
JENNIFER'S STORY
I was at a loss as to what to do. The next morning I told the kids to get their own breakfast; I couldn't face them across the breakfast table. I couldn't trust what I might say. I was so confused. I knew it was wrong, but the idea of my children fucking each other turned me on.
Then I hit on the idea of talking to Lisa. First, even though I hadn't known her for long, I felt I could trust her. Second, she had kids the same age, and third, she was so much more experienced than I when it came to sexual matters. She probably wouldn't know what to do either, but just talking the problem out with her would help me figure things out. So at nine-thirty I walked back over to the Giamattis. Lisa answered the door, smiling when she saw it was me.
"Lisa, I've got a parenting slash sex problem I need to talk out with you. Do you mind if I share some really personal stuff, and can I trust you to be very discreet?"
"You know you can. James is at work. Matt's off to the beach with friends. And Rachel is out by the pool. We're alone." We went into the kitchen and Lisa poured us coffee.
"When I came home last night, I discovered Chris and Emily having sex with each other." Lisa nodded almost imperceptibly, as if she knew. "You don't look surprised."
"Yeah ... I saw them having oral sex out by your pool the other day. I wasn't sure how to bring it up to you. What did you say to them?"
"Nothing. I just shut the door. They didn't even notice that I'd seen them. I was so confused I didn't know what to say."
"Why confused?"
"This is embarrassing, but maybe it's because of all that happened last night, but when I saw them, I got excited. I couldn't trust what I might say."
"Are you still excited by the idea?" Lisa's question was impassive. I couldn't read any motivation behind it.
"To be honest, yes. I know it's wrong, but..."
"Don't beat yourself up. You had an understandable reaction given the state you were in. We got you awful excited last night, and you were having lots of new sexual thoughts and experiences," she said rather clinically, but then she added, "besides, your kids are kind of sexy."
"You think so?" I responded, somewhat shocked at the change in her tone.
"Absolutely. Chris is a total studmuffin. And Emily is beautiful young woman, who I'm sure charms all the boys at school. They're young and beautiful. You wouldn't be the first parent to have lustful thoughts about their kids. To be honest, I've had them myself about Matt and Rachel."
"Really?"
"Really," Lisa assured me. "Do you think you want to act on those thoughts?"
"I want to, but I know I shouldn't."
There was an uncomfortable silence, and visions of Lisa calling the police and me ending up in jail flashed through my brain before Lisa spoke again.
"You've trusted me with a big secret. Can I trust you with a bigger one?" she finally said.
"Yes. You can tell me anything."
"I have acted on those thoughts."
I was stunned. "You mean..."
"Yes, both James and I have sex with Matt and Rachel. Does it shock you?"
"Of course..."
"And I gather that it excites you?"
"Yes," I found myself blurting out.
LISA'S STORY
I'd said it. We were past the point of no return, so I told Jennifer everything. I told her that about a year ago Matt had broken his leg, and since he couldn't bathe properly with the cast, I had started giving him sponge baths. He was embarrassed of course. No eighteen-year-old boy wants to be naked in front of his mother. Of course I washed his back and hair, but let him wash his private parts himself.
Then one day, while I washed his hair, I noticed that he had an erection. I don't know if he'd had them the other days; I had avoided looking down there out of concern for his privacy. He had a very nice cock, just like his father, only a bit smaller. It stood out proudly from the thick tuft of hair above it. I asked him, "Would you like me to take care of that for you?" I don't know why I said it. I didn't even think about it before the words escaped my mouth.
Matt spluttered and said he didn't know what I was talking about.
"It's natural that you got excited," I continued. "Getting your hair washed by a woman is kind of sexy, even if it's just your mom. Would you like me to relieve you, or will you do it yourself later?
"Uh, I guess it'd be okay if you did it."
With that I reached out and gave him a handjob. I think it only took about four strokes for him to come.
I finished cleaning him up, and it became part of our daily routine. I'd give him his sponge bath, cleaning his cock and balls myself now—I mean there was no more need to feign privacy after I'd jerked him off—and then I would finish him off by hand. I started making the washing into a game, trying to see how excited I could get him. I took to undressing before his sponge bath, wearing only a bathrobe on the pretense that I didn't want to get my clothes wet. I'd do things like rub my breasts against his back as I washed him, or breathe heavily on the back of his neck and ears.
Then one day, shortly before the cast was to come off, instead of giving him a handjob, I took him into my mouth. He'd never had a blowjob before and, although he was getting better at lasting longer with all the handjob practice, he came pretty quickly. His cum was sweet tasting.
Then the cast came off. I thought it was over and that I'd have a little talk with him about how what we'd been doing was fun, but it was something that shouldn't continue. But that night Matt came into my bedroom.
"Mom, I know I don't really need help bathing anymore, but would you mind helping me again tonight?"
I couldn't refuse him, or my own desires. I told him to go into my shower and I'd be there in a minute. Thankful that James was away on a sales trip, I undressed and I heard Matt start to run the shower, then, naked, I went into the bathroom to join him.
I let him soap me up and rinse me off. It was the first time he'd touched a naked female body. He was rock hard throughout. He spent an inordinate amount of time fondling my breasts, then, because I didn't think he would do it by himself, I grabbed his right hand and guided it down to my pussy and let my son grope me. After a few moments, I told James we should go into the bedroom. So I turned off the shower and we dried off. Then I took his hand and led him to my bed.
We lay down and I started kissing him. This was something that he had some experience with, and he wasn't a bad kisser. He was very tentative with his hands, unsure if he could touch me. So I told him to touch me all he wanted, and to show the way I reached out and grabbed that lovely cock of his. We just rolled around and played with each other that night. I let him explore my body, and I explained to him the various parts of my pussy and what I liked to have done to them. I finished him off with a blowjob and sent him to his own bed.
The next night I introduced my son to the art of giving a woman head. He was more enthusiastic than skilled, but he steadily improved as I guided him in what I liked.
The next day James came home, and that put a stop to Matt's and my playtime for two whole weeks. It drove Matt crazy, and I was unsure if what we were doing was right. First, as you can tell I'm really open about sex. A lot of what I was doing with Matt was a kind of sex education. I was guiding him in exploration of the female body and demystifying sex. It would make him a more considerate and responsible lover. But I wasn't sure that I should let it go any further than handjobs and head.
The other problem was my relationship with James. We have an open marriage, but that's based on honesty. James knows about every person I sleep with. In fact, he's there most of the time. I really don't pick up guys or girls on my own. There are few long-time partners and couples that I fuck without James being present, but for the most part when he's on the road, I stick to masturbation. This was different. First, I wasn't telling him about it. And second, it was our son. Not only did he have a right to know as my husband, he had a right as a parent. But I kept my mouth shut. Oh, and James and I had the most fantastic sex when he came home. All that playing with Matt got me really hyped up.
Then James was off on another sales trip, and that night Matt showed up for bath time again. We did our usual rolling around. Matt came twice. I got awfully wet, but Matt still hadn't gotten the knack of making me come. Don't get me wrong, Matt got me very hot, but he wasn't skilled enough to bring me off. But he was a quick study and it wouldn't be long before he would be nearly as good as his father. As usual, when we were done I sent my son off to bed. While I dearly would have loved to curl up and sleep with him, I was already starting to formulate boundaries. I wanted to keep our playtime limited to the physical. I wanted our emotional bond to be a normal mother-son one, and I was afraid that certain types of intimacy would encourage the wrong types of feelings.
Since I don't like sleeping on a wet spot, I changed the sheets and was settling down to bed when there was a knock at my door. It opened and I heard Rachel's voice.
"Mom, can I come in."
"Yes, of course dear. What do you want?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
I looked at my daughter, standing there in her nightgown. Despite being twins, my two kids really look nothing alike. Matt takes after his father in every respect, tall and lean, but Rachel was the odd one out in the family. She resembled no one else; I suppose she inherited every recessive gene in James and my arsenals. She had my nose and chin, but she had big, doe-eyes that no one else in the family had. And even at eighteen she was curvier and had bigger hips than I did. Her coloring was dark, also unlike either James or me. She was cute and cuddly and even though she was too old to be sleeping in her parents' bed, I couldn't refuse her.
"Is there anything wrong?"
"No. I just don't want to be alone tonight."
"Okay, hop in." I was glad I had changed the sheets.
I thought we had settled down to sleep when Rachel spoke, "I know what you and Matt have been doing."
A chill ran down my back, and I started to sweat. "What do you mean, honey?"
"I've been watching you and Matt. It's okay, I'm not going to say anything to Dad or anyone."
I breathed a sigh of relief, but knew I was not in clear yet. Rachel was young and innocent, but she was smart and methodical. She rarely acted on the spur of the moment, and the moment she said that she wasn't going to tell, I knew that she had planned this encounter out. She was the exact opposite of her twin brother, who was all impulse and was terminally oblivious to the consequences of his actions.
"Okay, Rachel. I know you too well. What do you want?"
"I don't know how to masturbate. Can you show me like you've been showing Matt?"
"Oh, honey, of course." This was something I was happy to do for her. Had she asked a few months ago, I would have limited my instruction to just telling her how, but I'd already broken that barrier with Matt, so a little hands-on instruction couldn't hurt. "Have you tried?"
"Sort of, but I'm afraid of hurting myself."
I turned on the light and climbed out of bed. "Okay, take off your nightgown. Get naked," I told her as I shed my own nightgown. Rachel stared wide-eyed at my body and then got of bed and tentatively took off her nightgown. I had never appreciated it before, but Rachel was rather stunning. I'm tall and rather lanky, but Rachel is short and all about curves. Her breasts were big for her age, and quite a round and impressive rack that she had not inherited from me—mine are surgically enhanced; James likes big boobs, so they were a Christmas present for him one year. She had an hourglass figure, with wide hips and nice, round butt.
I sat back down on the bed, with my back to the headboard, and spread my legs. I told her to lie down between my legs and began to show her my pussy. It was easier than having her try to see her own in a mirror. I explained the various parts and told her that hers would look somewhat different, but all the parts would be there. I explained where I liked to be touched and how, telling her that what she liked would probably be a little different, but that she should start doing the things that I liked and experiment from there. Rachel, ever the student, peppered me with questions. Like should she insert something? I told her not at first, just to rub herself until she got used to bringing herself to orgasm. And when she was ready, I'd get her a dildo, but she should make sure that she was properly wet before inserting anything, even her fingers. I also told her that the first time she did, she would probably bleed, and that was okay; it wasn't anything to worry about. Penetration probably wouldn't be pleasant the first time or two, but she would grow to really enjoy it if she kept at it, although she, like most women, would probably need external clitoral stimulation to cum. But I told her that sex is fun even if it doesn't lead to orgasm, as my recent playtimes with Matt had reminded me.
"Mom, can I touch you?"
"Of course, dear. See what it's like; then compare it to yours. And then we'll both masturbate together. Is that okay?"
Rachel nodded and tentatively reached out and parted the folds of my outer lips. "Does it feel good to have it licked?"
"Oh yes. That's so much better than your fingers."
Rachel, who never acted on impulse, did. Either that or she was playing a really deep game; I've never been sure which. She just pushed her face forward and began licking my labia. I was stunned, but just let her continue. When I was showing her my pussy I had told her that it was usually best to avoid the clit at first, working your way up to it, but now I told her that I was already pretty far advanced from my earlier bout with Matt, and that she should just go for it. She took my clit in her mouth and began sucking. She was a either a natural or she knew more about getting woman off than she had let on.
"Rachel, do you really need instruction in masturbation or do you already know how and this was just a ploy to lick my pussy?"
"Sorry," she said looking up from my crotch and smiling, her lips and chin glistening. "I got carried away. I really do want to learn."
"Okay, why don't we both masturbate together, as planned? And then we can advance to giving head. Does that sound good to you?"
"Oh, yes."
"All right. I'll do the things I like to myself. You watch and try them out on yourself."
"Okay, Mom."
I reached down and gently parted my labia with a finger. I was already wet. I watched as Rachel did the same. Then I closed my eyes and went into the routine that normally worked best for me. I rubbed and gently tugged at my pussy lips, and then started making circular motions on my clit. Every now and then I'd alternate rubbing side by side or up and down to give it some variety. As I felt my orgasm build, I went faster and faster until I couldn't go any more. That's when I exploded in an orgasm that had been working its way up since my shower with Matt earlier that evening.
When I opened my eyes I saw that Rachel was still working furiously at herself. She had buried her mouth in my thigh to keep from screaming, and then she started to convulse as her first-ever orgasm rocked her.
I scooped her up into my arms and started kissing her deeply. We held each other until I noticed she was drifting off to sleep, so I sent her off to her own bed.
James returned the next day—this was a short trip—and I decided to tell him. It was the incident with Rachel that provided the opening. I told him that Rachel had some questions about sex, her body, and masturbation, and that instead of simply giving her "the talk," I had demonstrated for her. I asked James if he thought that was okay, or if I had gone too far. James thought that it was probably okay and made a crack about wishing he'd been there to watch. I then asked whether we should do the same for Matt, and whether he might be able to demystify the penis for Rachel. He was cautious, unsure, but that might also be okay if we did it right, but he was concerned whether the kids, especially Matt, were emotionally mature enough to handle it right.
Then I dropped the bomb and told him what Matt and I had been doing. He said he wasn't sure, and would have to think about it. I hate James for that. When he gets upset he just shuts down and I can't read his emotions. We let the conversation drop. And I was in torment wondering what was going on in his head.
A few hours later James sat down with me and said he had talked with Matt. He said he was pissed off that I hadn't been honest, but that he'd get over that, and that he had been concerned that Matt would be taking our playtime the wrong way, but that the talk convinced him that Matt wasn't scarred from it and that, with the proper rules around what we did, it could be a healthy introduction to sex for the kids.
So we all sat down as a family and talked it out. We told them about our open marriage; Matt's eyes opened wide. He had no idea that his parents were kinky. The corners of Rachel's mouth curved up in slight smile when we told them; I suspect that she had already figured out our alternative lifestyle. And we said they were old enough to enter into the swinging lifestyle. (More shock and delight from Matt at this news.) The same rules that applied to swinging applied to our playtime. They could say "no" at any time and we would still love them and we wouldn't be offended. They were free to say no to a specific act, or to opt out of our playtimes altogether. That was fine with us. In fact, they shouldn't do anything they weren't comfortable with. Sex between us would be purely recreational and educational, and it wouldn't change our love for them as their parents.
We told them that they could play with each other, if both wanted to, but that neither should ever pressure the other and to always take "no" for an answer. Matt and Rachel exchanged glances and raised eyebrows at this; I don't think the possibility that they might have sex with each other had even entered their minds. We were a bit worried about Matt pressuring Rachel into doing things she didn't want to; but we needed have been. As we discovered, Rachel was fierce about not letting anything happen that she didn't want to. Matt, on the other hand, might act impulsively and be horny as all hell, but he was easily daunted by his sister. Besides, he is a basically sweet boy and wouldn't intentionally push it too far.
We also said that they should date others of the same age. Family playtime was a supplement to dating, not a replacement. Hopefully, they could be more responsible in choosing when and with whom to have sex. With all that said, we set our first Giamatti family playtime for that evening.
RACHEL'S STORY
I've never been a daddy's girl. I lot of my friends are, but I'm not. Don't get me wrong; I love my dad, but he's always been there for me, so I guess that I've never felt a need to seek his approval. Mom, on the other hand, has always been more emotionally distant. She loves me; I know that, but I don't think Mom ever figured out how to deal with me. So it's always her approval I've tried to get. It's probably because we're so alike. She says that we're so different, and physically that's true; I don't look like anyone in my family; strangers sometimes think I was adopted. But psychologically Mom and I are like two peas in a pod. We're both super organized, and we're always thinking ahead, seeing every angle, planning every contingency. Which is why this family-sex thing is so weird. It should never have happened because we both had to be impulsive for all this to happen, which is something neither of us ever are. She impulsively started playing with Matt when he broke his leg, and I impulsively went into her bedroom that night.
Mom says that she thinks I had it all planned out that night, but I didn't. I used to be so confused about sex. I knew I wanted to have sex. I burned I wanted it so badly. But none of the guys in school interested me. I mean some of them were cute, well a lot of them were cute, but they just didn't do it for me. Some of my girlfriends on the other hand... Let's just say I was very confused back then.
When I said I was confused, it's not that I didn't know about sex. Mom and Dad have always been open about sex with us and made sure we had all the "age appropriate" information. But information isn't the same thing as experience, and I had no idea what I was doing. It was so frustrating. Matt just happily blundered into everything. He was kissing girls in the sixth grade. But I don't work like that. I need to know what I'm doing or I just freeze up. And when it came to sex I froze on the outside, while I burned inside.
That's why I went into Mom's bedroom that night. I knew that I needed to learn about sex, and when I discovered that Mom was playing around with Matt, I knew I needed the same thing. I didn't think about the consequences, which could have been really bad.
The next afternoon I figured out Mom had told Dad. Matt was totally freaked out about something, and I figured that Dad had found out. But I was really surprised when Mom and Dad called a family meeting and told us about their plan. They admitted they were swingers, which was a surprise to Matt—sometimes Matt can be so dense—but I'd figured that out a long time before. Mom had a lot of rules for us; that's so like her. But I was really psyched. I'd really gotten off (literally) on the other night with her, and I wanted to learn more. Mom was so sexy, but I wanted to know about guys. Maybe if I knew more and weren't so scared, I'd be more attracted to them. Of course, that wasn't why I wasn't really attracted to them, but I didn't know that then.
So at eight o'clock Matt and I showed up at Mom and Dad's bedroom door, showered and ready for we didn't quite know what. I just remember being in a daze that afternoon between the meeting and playtime. It was like being a little kid again on Christmas Eve, the tortured anticipation of cool stuff to come. I stood by the door to my bedroom for about fifteen minutes before we were supposed to go into our parents' room. I think Matt had been waiting just as long because we came out of our bedrooms at the same time. We'd both been watching the clock.
Matt was naked. I wore a bathrobe. I hadn't seen Matt naked in a long time. He had a nice bod. And he also had a hard-on, the first one I'd ever seen. I couldn't help staring at it. It seemed so big. I now know that Matt is average sized, but that evening it looked intimidating to me.
Mom and Dad's bedroom door was open and we went in. Mom was lying on the bed. She was in a bathrobe too. Dad was standing next to the bed. He was naked, like Matt, with a semi-erect cock that looked absolutely huge to me. My eyes just fixed on it and didn't move. How was that supposed to fit in a pussy?
Mom immediately started choreographing us. She called Matt over and told him to lie on the bed with her. She told me to kneel down in front of Dad so that I could see his cock close up. She announced that we would explore each others' bodies for a while, and then Matt and I could watch the two of them fuck.
Dad was a little less businesslike. He smiled and motioned me over to him. He told me not to worry, that I was in control and nothing would happen that I didn't want. He then asked me if I wanted to get a closer look at his cock. He didn't need to ask twice; I dropped to my knees.
It was funny looking and I didn't know how guys managed to walk with things like that between their legs—but I guess guys probably think the same thing about breasts. It hung down at a forty-five degree angle and was a lot thicker than Matt's, but it didn't look much longer; I didn't yet realize that it would get longer when fully erect. Dad had less pubic hair than Matt, and I thought that seemed a bit weird until I realized that he'd trimmed his. Dad was circumcised, and the purple head really stood out.
Dad said that I could touch it, and I reached out and took it in one hand. It jumped, like it had a mind of its own. I felt it harden in my hand; it was really cool to see it respond to my touch. I lifted it up to see the underside, and I could see his balls hanging there. They looked even stranger. I'd seen pictures of dicks and balls before, of course, but seeing one in real life is very different. Dad told me to stroke it, if I wanted, and I obliged. It grew even bigger and firmer.
Now that I had explored it, it was no longer so intimidating. It was still weird looking and I didn't especially find it so attractive—some of my girlfriends raved about how sexy cocks were, as if they had ever really seen one. Dad's cock was kind of neat, but not especially attractive in my opinion. It also seemed a bit smaller now. Of course, it was actually bigger now that I had been fondling it, but as it became familiar it didn't seem so big. I realized that I could get most it in my mouth without a problem, and might be able to get all of it, although that might make me gag.
"Daddy, can I lick it?"
"Yes, please."
I leaned in and took a lick from the underside up over the glans. Dad smelled nice, like Dad, and he tasted kind of good too. I stuck the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it.
"Don't take too in too much at once," Dad said. "You don't want to gag. You don't need to take the whole thing in your mouth. Take only what your comfortable with. It still feels good. And you can lick it from the outside too."
I plunged down and took most of Dad's cock in my mouth. I really could get most of it in without gagging. (I've since learned to deep throat the whole thing, but that took some practice.) I bobbed my mouth up and down for a while on Dad's cock. It was fun.
I let it slip out of my mouth and looked up at Dad. He was smiling down at me. That was really a nice feeling to give him pleasure. I glanced over at Mom and Matt. Mom was watching us, also smiling. Matt was sucking on one of her breasts.
"Rachel, bring your father over here and I'll show you how to really give him head," she said. So Dad and I went over to the bed. Dad lay down, and I lay down between his legs. Mom positioned Matt next to him so she was in the same position.
"Different men like different things," Mom told me. "But the underside and glans are sensitive on all of them. If you want to keep them aroused, but not coming, concentrate on the upper side of the shaft. She demonstrated with Matt, and I followed suit. She also said that having the balls played with felt good, but you had to be careful not to squeeze them. You could be rougher on the penis, and that the skin between the balls and the asshole was really sensitive, and that just touching there on most guys at the right moment could almost guarantee that they would come. I lifted up Dad's cock, cupped his balls with my other hand, and sucked one of them into my mouth. It was muskier down underneath. I didn't really like it, but it was tolerable.
"Now there is a secret that a lot of women don't know," said Mom. "Some men, including your father and your brother, as I've discovered, like you to use your teeth. Now, don't bite. You don't want to hurt them or cause any damage, but rub the side of your teeth against the underside. You can also very gently apply pressure or nip with the edges. The combination of pain and pleasure really sends them over the edge. Again, she demonstrated with Matt and I did the same with Dad.
We both then settled in and gave our men blowjobs for a steady five minutes. Then Mom tapped my arm and I watched as she popped Matt's cock out of her mouth, gave it one or two strokes and he came. White semen just erupted out of it, and Mom lapped most of it up.
"It's an acquired taste, so you may not like it," Mom said. "Would you like to try it?" She indicated a glop of semen on Matt's leg.
I scooped it up with my finger and smelled it. It was musky and smelled kind of good. I stuck my finger in my mouth, and ugh! It tasted salty and that was okay, but the consistency was really gross. It was like eating raw egg. But I figured I could get used to it.
Mom saw my face and said, "That's okay. You may grow to like it or not. It's good if you can at least tolerate it, because if you can keep sucking as he comes, his orgasm is a lot better than if you stop right when he starts to come."
I started to go back to Dad's cock, but he stopped me.
"I want to see my little girl's body."
We switched places, and Dad leaned over me and gave me a kiss. It's weird, but the first people I kissed, I'm not talking friendly kisses here, were my Mom and my Dad. I'd kissed Mom the other night, and here I was kissing Dad, my first guy. It was nice.
Then Dad moved down and cupped my breasts. He commented on how big they'd gotten, and then started sucking. Omigod! It felt so good. That's when I discovered that my nipples were really sensitive. When his tongue touched them, it was amazing.
He sucked and fondled my breasts for a few minutes, then started a trail of kisses down my torso. He spread my legs and put his hands to either side of my pussy lips. Then he started massaging them back and forth, pushing them together and then pulling them apart. It felt really good. He ran a finger along the inside of my lips; that made me shiver. Then he started kissing my inner thighs, and then planted one on my clit. Then he put his tongue between my lips and started licking around the outer folds of my vagina. When he was licking near the top, my clit got indirect stimulation, and that felt really good. When he wasn't, I still felt good, but the anticipation of his returning to the area around my clit was unbearable.
Then he used his fingers to part my lips again and force the bud of my clit to pop out. He started licking it directly and I was in ecstasy. I just leaned back and closed my eyes.
Then I felt two tongues on my breasts. Mom and Matt were sucking away as Dad attended to me down below. It was heaven.
I don't know how long they pleasured me, but it must have been a while. I could feel the orgasm slowly build. It just didn't come fast enough, but eventually the waves overtopped the levy and I started convulsing and thrashing about. I have really violent orgasms. It takes me a while to get there, but when I do, I really come.
Suddenly my clit and nipples were too sensitive. I couldn't stand being touched there. So I shook off my three pleasure-givers and just curled up in a ball and sobbed and shook and laughed. When I opened my eyes, Mom was holding me and smiling. She leaned in and kissed me, deeply and passionately. I returned the kiss.
"Wow, Sis. That was quite a show," said Matt.
"Okay, would you two kids like to see your father fuck me?" asked Mom.
Mom took Dad's cock in her mouth and got him fully hard again. When he was ready she had me lie down underneath her in a sixty-nine so I could get a good view, Matt was lying to one side, and Dad entered her from behind.
I just looked up and watched Dad thrust his cock in and out of Mom's pussy. Then I raised my head and licked her clit. I went back and forth between her clit and licking Dad's shaft as he went in and out. Mom made some attempts at licking my pussy, but with Dad's thrusting she really couldn't do it consistently. Matt must have noticed, because he reached out and started rubbing my pussy with his hand. I reached over and started stroking his Matt's cock, which was hard again, as I continued my licking.
After a bit Mom and Dad switched to missionary. Matt and I sat next to each other at the head of the bed, our hands buried in each other's crotches as Mom and Dad kept going at it.
Matt leaned over and kissed me, and soon the two of us were lying next to our parents, completely lost in necking and fondling one another. After a few minutes, Matt exploded in my hand, and I came again a few moments later. The second wasn't nearly as intense as the first time, but it was very nice. Mom and Dad had finished up too. Dad was still inside her, and they lay there kissing. That was a nice feeling, Matt and I holding each other and the two of us watching our parents kissing.
MATT'S STORY
That first night with the family was fantastic, but it wasn't the last. We kept playing around. It's not like it became a routine, because it was always different. Sometimes it would be all of us. Sometimes just Mom and me. Rachel played around with both Mom and Dad. And of course Rachel and I fooled around all the time, until she told me to knock it the fuck off. Then we fooled around less often.
RACHEL'S STORY
Now don't get me wrong, I enjoyed playing around with Matt. He's a lot of fun, and he was getting pretty good at pleasuring me. But he got it into his head that I was a substitute for him jerking off. And he jerked off all the time. At least twice a day. That's way too fucking much. So I told him to go whack off by himself, that I wasn't his personal cum disposal. We still played around, but only about twice a week after that. Which was much better.
MATT'S STORY
Once even when we were all together and Mom and Rachel were going at it in a sixty-nine and Dad and I were just watching, Dad reached over and started stroking me. Then he took my hand and put it on his cock, so I started stroking him too. There we were, jerking each other off, while Mom and Rachel ate each other out. Then Dad started going down on me. He was pretty good at it too. I wondered whether I should do the same, whether I'd be gay or something, then I thought, "fuck it," and the two of us rolled over into a sixty-nine too. Mom and Rachel stopped and just watched us. Mom said it really turned her on to see that. I popped my load, and Dad swallowed all of it. When it came time for him to cum, I gagged a little. I couldn't swallow it. But I've since learned too. I asked Dad if that was kind of gay, and he said who the fuck cared. He said that really preferred women, but sometimes he got it on with other guys at swinger parties, but usually not since most swinger couples didn't go in for guy-on-guy shit.
Another time, when it was just me and Mom fooling around, she asked if I wanted a rimjob. She flipped me over, and started sticking her tongue in my asshole and licking all around it. Christ! That felt really good. I nearly came right there. Later on, I gave a rimjob to Rachel. She said it felt kind of good, but wasn't all that special for her. But she said she would give me rimjobs when I wanted, so long as I was clean. So that became a standard part of our repertoire. She would lick out my ass, and I'd do the same for her—she didn't really get off on it, but I really liked doing it, so she let me. That's something Mom and Dad taught us, to do stuff for our partners that we really weren't into, so long as they got pleasure from it.
Then one day, after we'd been playing around for about seven months and just before Rachel and my nineteenth birthday, all four of us were fooling around and Mom just flat out asked Rachel if she wanted Dad to fuck her. Up to that point, it had just been hands and tongues. Rachel looked a little scared, but she nodded yes.
Mom sat up against the headboard and had Rachel lie with her head in her lap. Dad positioned himself in the missionary position and started rubbing the head of his dick against Rachel's pussy. Dad and I played around like that a lot with Rachel, rubbing our dicks against her pussy, but we never entered her. Rachel really liked the feel of a dick against her clit, and we enjoyed it too. But this time Dad started slowly pushing the head of his dick into Rachel's pussy. He got part way in, but then he couldn't get any further in. Rachel was grimacing and then she gave a little yelp and Dad slid in. He started stroking in and out, while Mom rubbed her forehead. Rachel didn't seem to be enjoying it all that much at first, but then she started to get into it. She closed her eyes and started thrusting back to match Dad. Mom reached down and started rubbing her clit, and pretty soon Rachel was coming. Dad came soon after. When they finished, there was a little blood on the sheet, but not all that much.
RACHEL'S STORY
Dad took my virginity. Out of the blue, Mom asked I wanted him to. I'd been wanting to do it for a while. I was curious and a little scared, so I'm glad it was Dad; he was very tender. Mom had me lay on her lap, and Dad entered me. He used lots of lube, but he just couldn't get past my hymen. Then he broke it, and that hurt some. At first I didn't like it. It was uncomfortable and I was sore, but soon it started to feel different. I started getting into the feeling of being filled like that. it was really nice. Then I looked up into the faces of both my parents, they had a mix of joy and concern on their faces. Mom started rubbing my clit, and then it really started to feel good. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, but it was nice. I didn't notice when Dad came, but soon I was being cuddled in his arms, and Mom said it was Matt's turn.
MATT'S STORY
Mom said she knew that I wanted to fuck her. And that was true. She grabbed the bottle of lube and oiled me up, making sure I was hard, which I was, and then put some on her pussy. Then she mounted me. It felt really nice, very different from a hand or a mouth, warm and slippery. She rocked back and forth on top of me. Sometimes she sat up, giving me a great view of her breasts, which are really nice breasts. Other times she leaned in over me and we would kiss.
After a little while, she pulled off of me and lay down, telling me to get on top of her. I did the same thing that Dad had done with Rachel, rubbing my dick against her pussy until I was sure I was positioned right, and then I just slid in. I went back and forth a few times, and I came pretty quickly.
That was my first fuck. I thought it was fantastic at the time, but since I've realized that it was pretty pathetic. After that, fucking was a regular part of our play, and I got a lot better at it.
JENNIFER'S STORY
I'd admitted to the woman next door that I lusted after my own children, a woman I barely knew, although I'd slept with both her and her husband, and she was not only okay with it, but she admitted that their family also all fucked each other.
"You seem at a loss," said Lisa.
"Wouldn't you be?"
"Do you think you'd like to take the next step with your Emily and Chris, or would you rather just keep your feelings for them to yourself?"
"I don't know. This is all so new to me. I haven't had sex with anyone but my husband for twenty years, now I've slept with my neighbor and her husband, and I'm contemplating incest."
"I think we can help you get more accustomed to the idea." Then calling out the window, Lisa said, Rachel, would you come in here please."
Rachel walked into the kitchen from where she had been sunning by the pool. She was wearing a bikini. I looked at her as if for the first time. She was gorgeous. Dark haired and dark complexioned, not at all like her blonde and fair parents and brother. And while the rest of her family was slim and lithe, she was curvy. Her breasts were round and large, and jutted out proudly with the firmness of youth.
"Mrs. Johannson has just told me that she has lustful thoughts for her kids."
"Cool!" said the young woman. "This is going to be so much fun. Will we all be able to play together?"
"Maybe. We're still trying to work that out. But you'd like to play with Jennifer here, wouldn't you?"
"Mom, you know I would." Then turning to me, "I've been lusting after you ever since we moved next door."
Rachel put her hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes, and smiled invitingly. I shuddered, unable to say anything.
"Why don't you take Jennifer up to the playroom. I'll join in you in a few minutes," said Lisa.
Rachel took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. Going up, her round ass was at my eye level. Halfway up the stairs, she turned her head and looked back at me, smiling. I had never been so turned on by a woman's body before.
Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved
JENNIFER'S STORY
I was at a loss as to what to do. The next morning I told the kids to get their own breakfast; I couldn't face them across the breakfast table. I couldn't trust what I might say. I was so confused. I knew it was wrong, but the idea of my children fucking each other turned me on.
Then I hit on the idea of talking to Lisa. First, even though I hadn't known her for long, I felt I could trust her. Second, she had kids the same age, and third, she was so much more experienced than I when it came to sexual matters. She probably wouldn't know what to do either, but just talking the problem out with her would help me figure things out. So at nine-thirty I walked back over to the Giamattis. Lisa answered the door, smiling when she saw it was me.
"Lisa, I've got a parenting slash sex problem I need to talk out with you. Do you mind if I share some really personal stuff, and can I trust you to be very discreet?"
"You know you can. James is at work. Matt's off to the beach with friends. And Rachel is out by the pool. We're alone." We went into the kitchen and Lisa poured us coffee.
"When I came home last night, I discovered Chris and Emily having sex with each other." Lisa nodded almost imperceptibly, as if she knew. "You don't look surprised."
"Yeah ... I saw them having oral sex out by your pool the other day. I wasn't sure how to bring it up to you. What did you say to them?"
"Nothing. I just shut the door. They didn't even notice that I'd seen them. I was so confused I didn't know what to say."
"Why confused?"
"This is embarrassing, but maybe it's because of all that happened last night, but when I saw them, I got excited. I couldn't trust what I might say."
"Are you still excited by the idea?" Lisa's question was impassive. I couldn't read any motivation behind it.
"To be honest, yes. I know it's wrong, but..."
"Don't beat yourself up. You had an understandable reaction given the state you were in. We got you awful excited last night, and you were having lots of new sexual thoughts and experiences," she said rather clinically, but then she added, "besides, your kids are kind of sexy."
"You think so?" I responded, somewhat shocked at the change in her tone.
"Absolutely. Chris is a total studmuffin. And Emily is beautiful young woman, who I'm sure charms all the boys at school. They're young and beautiful. You wouldn't be the first parent to have lustful thoughts about their kids. To be honest, I've had them myself about Matt and Rachel."
"Really?"
"Really," Lisa assured me. "Do you think you want to act on those thoughts?"
"I want to, but I know I shouldn't."
There was an uncomfortable silence, and visions of Lisa calling the police and me ending up in jail flashed through my brain before Lisa spoke again.
"You've trusted me with a big secret. Can I trust you with a bigger one?" she finally said.
"Yes. You can tell me anything."
"I have acted on those thoughts."
I was stunned. "You mean..."
"Yes, both James and I have sex with Matt and Rachel. Does it shock you?"
"Of course..."
"And I gather that it excites you?"
"Yes," I found myself blurting out.
LISA'S STORY
I'd said it. We were past the point of no return, so I told Jennifer everything. I told her that about a year ago Matt had broken his leg, and since he couldn't bathe properly with the cast, I had started giving him sponge baths. He was embarrassed of course. No eighteen-year-old boy wants to be naked in front of his mother. Of course I washed his back and hair, but let him wash his private parts himself.
Then one day, while I washed his hair, I noticed that he had an erection. I don't know if he'd had them the other days; I had avoided looking down there out of concern for his privacy. He had a very nice cock, just like his father, only a bit smaller. It stood out proudly from the thick tuft of hair above it. I asked him, "Would you like me to take care of that for you?" I don't know why I said it. I didn't even think about it before the words escaped my mouth.
Matt spluttered and said he didn't know what I was talking about.
"It's natural that you got excited," I continued. "Getting your hair washed by a woman is kind of sexy, even if it's just your mom. Would you like me to relieve you, or will you do it yourself later?
"Uh, I guess it'd be okay if you did it."
With that I reached out and gave him a handjob. I think it only took about four strokes for him to come.
I finished cleaning him up, and it became part of our daily routine. I'd give him his sponge bath, cleaning his cock and balls myself now—I mean there was no more need to feign privacy after I'd jerked him off—and then I would finish him off by hand. I started making the washing into a game, trying to see how excited I could get him. I took to undressing before his sponge bath, wearing only a bathrobe on the pretense that I didn't want to get my clothes wet. I'd do things like rub my breasts against his back as I washed him, or breathe heavily on the back of his neck and ears.
Then one day, shortly before the cast was to come off, instead of giving him a handjob, I took him into my mouth. He'd never had a blowjob before and, although he was getting better at lasting longer with all the handjob practice, he came pretty quickly. His cum was sweet tasting.
Then the cast came off. I thought it was over and that I'd have a little talk with him about how what we'd been doing was fun, but it was something that shouldn't continue. But that night Matt came into my bedroom.
"Mom, I know I don't really need help bathing anymore, but would you mind helping me again tonight?"
I couldn't refuse him, or my own desires. I told him to go into my shower and I'd be there in a minute. Thankful that James was away on a sales trip, I undressed and I heard Matt start to run the shower, then, naked, I went into the bathroom to join him.
I let him soap me up and rinse me off. It was the first time he'd touched a naked female body. He was rock hard throughout. He spent an inordinate amount of time fondling my breasts, then, because I didn't think he would do it by himself, I grabbed his right hand and guided it down to my pussy and let my son grope me. After a few moments, I told James we should go into the bedroom. So I turned off the shower and we dried off. Then I took his hand and led him to my bed.
We lay down and I started kissing him. This was something that he had some experience with, and he wasn't a bad kisser. He was very tentative with his hands, unsure if he could touch me. So I told him to touch me all he wanted, and to show the way I reached out and grabbed that lovely cock of his. We just rolled around and played with each other that night. I let him explore my body, and I explained to him the various parts of my pussy and what I liked to have done to them. I finished him off with a blowjob and sent him to his own bed.
The next night I introduced my son to the art of giving a woman head. He was more enthusiastic than skilled, but he steadily improved as I guided him in what I liked.
The next day James came home, and that put a stop to Matt's and my playtime for two whole weeks. It drove Matt crazy, and I was unsure if what we were doing was right. First, as you can tell I'm really open about sex. A lot of what I was doing with Matt was a kind of sex education. I was guiding him in exploration of the female body and demystifying sex. It would make him a more considerate and responsible lover. But I wasn't sure that I should let it go any further than handjobs and head.
The other problem was my relationship with James. We have an open marriage, but that's based on honesty. James knows about every person I sleep with. In fact, he's there most of the time. I really don't pick up guys or girls on my own. There are few long-time partners and couples that I fuck without James being present, but for the most part when he's on the road, I stick to masturbation. This was different. First, I wasn't telling him about it. And second, it was our son. Not only did he have a right to know as my husband, he had a right as a parent. But I kept my mouth shut. Oh, and James and I had the most fantastic sex when he came home. All that playing with Matt got me really hyped up.
Then James was off on another sales trip, and that night Matt showed up for bath time again. We did our usual rolling around. Matt came twice. I got awfully wet, but Matt still hadn't gotten the knack of making me come. Don't get me wrong, Matt got me very hot, but he wasn't skilled enough to bring me off. But he was a quick study and it wouldn't be long before he would be nearly as good as his father. As usual, when we were done I sent my son off to bed. While I dearly would have loved to curl up and sleep with him, I was already starting to formulate boundaries. I wanted to keep our playtime limited to the physical. I wanted our emotional bond to be a normal mother-son one, and I was afraid that certain types of intimacy would encourage the wrong types of feelings.
Since I don't like sleeping on a wet spot, I changed the sheets and was settling down to bed when there was a knock at my door. It opened and I heard Rachel's voice.
"Mom, can I come in."
"Yes, of course dear. What do you want?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
I looked at my daughter, standing there in her nightgown. Despite being twins, my two kids really look nothing alike. Matt takes after his father in every respect, tall and lean, but Rachel was the odd one out in the family. She resembled no one else; I suppose she inherited every recessive gene in James and my arsenals. She had my nose and chin, but she had big, doe-eyes that no one else in the family had. And even at eighteen she was curvier and had bigger hips than I did. Her coloring was dark, also unlike either James or me. She was cute and cuddly and even though she was too old to be sleeping in her parents' bed, I couldn't refuse her.
"Is there anything wrong?"
"No. I just don't want to be alone tonight."
"Okay, hop in." I was glad I had changed the sheets.
I thought we had settled down to sleep when Rachel spoke, "I know what you and Matt have been doing."
A chill ran down my back, and I started to sweat. "What do you mean, honey?"
"I've been watching you and Matt. It's okay, I'm not going to say anything to Dad or anyone."
I breathed a sigh of relief, but knew I was not in clear yet. Rachel was young and innocent, but she was smart and methodical. She rarely acted on the spur of the moment, and the moment she said that she wasn't going to tell, I knew that she had planned this encounter out. She was the exact opposite of her twin brother, who was all impulse and was terminally oblivious to the consequences of his actions.
"Okay, Rachel. I know you too well. What do you want?"
"I don't know how to masturbate. Can you show me like you've been showing Matt?"
"Oh, honey, of course." This was something I was happy to do for her. Had she asked a few months ago, I would have limited my instruction to just telling her how, but I'd already broken that barrier with Matt, so a little hands-on instruction couldn't hurt. "Have you tried?"
"Sort of, but I'm afraid of hurting myself."
I turned on the light and climbed out of bed. "Okay, take off your nightgown. Get naked," I told her as I shed my own nightgown. Rachel stared wide-eyed at my body and then got of bed and tentatively took off her nightgown. I had never appreciated it before, but Rachel was rather stunning. I'm tall and rather lanky, but Rachel is short and all about curves. Her breasts were big for her age, and quite a round and impressive rack that she had not inherited from me—mine are surgically enhanced; James likes big boobs, so they were a Christmas present for him one year. She had an hourglass figure, with wide hips and nice, round butt.
I sat back down on the bed, with my back to the headboard, and spread my legs. I told her to lie down between my legs and began to show her my pussy. It was easier than having her try to see her own in a mirror. I explained the various parts and told her that hers would look somewhat different, but all the parts would be there. I explained where I liked to be touched and how, telling her that what she liked would probably be a little different, but that she should start doing the things that I liked and experiment from there. Rachel, ever the student, peppered me with questions. Like should she insert something? I told her not at first, just to rub herself until she got used to bringing herself to orgasm. And when she was ready, I'd get her a dildo, but she should make sure that she was properly wet before inserting anything, even her fingers. I also told her that the first time she did, she would probably bleed, and that was okay; it wasn't anything to worry about. Penetration probably wouldn't be pleasant the first time or two, but she would grow to really enjoy it if she kept at it, although she, like most women, would probably need external clitoral stimulation to cum. But I told her that sex is fun even if it doesn't lead to orgasm, as my recent playtimes with Matt had reminded me.
"Mom, can I touch you?"
"Of course, dear. See what it's like; then compare it to yours. And then we'll both masturbate together. Is that okay?"
Rachel nodded and tentatively reached out and parted the folds of my outer lips. "Does it feel good to have it licked?"
"Oh yes. That's so much better than your fingers."
Rachel, who never acted on impulse, did. Either that or she was playing a really deep game; I've never been sure which. She just pushed her face forward and began licking my labia. I was stunned, but just let her continue. When I was showing her my pussy I had told her that it was usually best to avoid the clit at first, working your way up to it, but now I told her that I was already pretty far advanced from my earlier bout with Matt, and that she should just go for it. She took my clit in her mouth and began sucking. She was a either a natural or she knew more about getting woman off than she had let on.
"Rachel, do you really need instruction in masturbation or do you already know how and this was just a ploy to lick my pussy?"
"Sorry," she said looking up from my crotch and smiling, her lips and chin glistening. "I got carried away. I really do want to learn."
"Okay, why don't we both masturbate together, as planned? And then we can advance to giving head. Does that sound good to you?"
"Oh, yes."
"All right. I'll do the things I like to myself. You watch and try them out on yourself."
"Okay, Mom."
I reached down and gently parted my labia with a finger. I was already wet. I watched as Rachel did the same. Then I closed my eyes and went into the routine that normally worked best for me. I rubbed and gently tugged at my pussy lips, and then started making circular motions on my clit. Every now and then I'd alternate rubbing side by side or up and down to give it some variety. As I felt my orgasm build, I went faster and faster until I couldn't go any more. That's when I exploded in an orgasm that had been working its way up since my shower with Matt earlier that evening.
When I opened my eyes I saw that Rachel was still working furiously at herself. She had buried her mouth in my thigh to keep from screaming, and then she started to convulse as her first-ever orgasm rocked her.
I scooped her up into my arms and started kissing her deeply. We held each other until I noticed she was drifting off to sleep, so I sent her off to her own bed.
James returned the next day—this was a short trip—and I decided to tell him. It was the incident with Rachel that provided the opening. I told him that Rachel had some questions about sex, her body, and masturbation, and that instead of simply giving her "the talk," I had demonstrated for her. I asked James if he thought that was okay, or if I had gone too far. James thought that it was probably okay and made a crack about wishing he'd been there to watch. I then asked whether we should do the same for Matt, and whether he might be able to demystify the penis for Rachel. He was cautious, unsure, but that might also be okay if we did it right, but he was concerned whether the kids, especially Matt, were emotionally mature enough to handle it right.
Then I dropped the bomb and told him what Matt and I had been doing. He said he wasn't sure, and would have to think about it. I hate James for that. When he gets upset he just shuts down and I can't read his emotions. We let the conversation drop. And I was in torment wondering what was going on in his head.
A few hours later James sat down with me and said he had talked with Matt. He said he was pissed off that I hadn't been honest, but that he'd get over that, and that he had been concerned that Matt would be taking our playtime the wrong way, but that the talk convinced him that Matt wasn't scarred from it and that, with the proper rules around what we did, it could be a healthy introduction to sex for the kids.
So we all sat down as a family and talked it out. We told them about our open marriage; Matt's eyes opened wide. He had no idea that his parents were kinky. The corners of Rachel's mouth curved up in slight smile when we told them; I suspect that she had already figured out our alternative lifestyle. And we said they were old enough to enter into the swinging lifestyle. (More shock and delight from Matt at this news.) The same rules that applied to swinging applied to our playtime. They could say "no" at any time and we would still love them and we wouldn't be offended. They were free to say no to a specific act, or to opt out of our playtimes altogether. That was fine with us. In fact, they shouldn't do anything they weren't comfortable with. Sex between us would be purely recreational and educational, and it wouldn't change our love for them as their parents.
We told them that they could play with each other, if both wanted to, but that neither should ever pressure the other and to always take "no" for an answer. Matt and Rachel exchanged glances and raised eyebrows at this; I don't think the possibility that they might have sex with each other had even entered their minds. We were a bit worried about Matt pressuring Rachel into doing things she didn't want to; but we needed have been. As we discovered, Rachel was fierce about not letting anything happen that she didn't want to. Matt, on the other hand, might act impulsively and be horny as all hell, but he was easily daunted by his sister. Besides, he is a basically sweet boy and wouldn't intentionally push it too far.
We also said that they should date others of the same age. Family playtime was a supplement to dating, not a replacement. Hopefully, they could be more responsible in choosing when and with whom to have sex. With all that said, we set our first Giamatti family playtime for that evening.
RACHEL'S STORY
I've never been a daddy's girl. I lot of my friends are, but I'm not. Don't get me wrong; I love my dad, but he's always been there for me, so I guess that I've never felt a need to seek his approval. Mom, on the other hand, has always been more emotionally distant. She loves me; I know that, but I don't think Mom ever figured out how to deal with me. So it's always her approval I've tried to get. It's probably because we're so alike. She says that we're so different, and physically that's true; I don't look like anyone in my family; strangers sometimes think I was adopted. But psychologically Mom and I are like two peas in a pod. We're both super organized, and we're always thinking ahead, seeing every angle, planning every contingency. Which is why this family-sex thing is so weird. It should never have happened because we both had to be impulsive for all this to happen, which is something neither of us ever are. She impulsively started playing with Matt when he broke his leg, and I impulsively went into her bedroom that night.
Mom says that she thinks I had it all planned out that night, but I didn't. I used to be so confused about sex. I knew I wanted to have sex. I burned I wanted it so badly. But none of the guys in school interested me. I mean some of them were cute, well a lot of them were cute, but they just didn't do it for me. Some of my girlfriends on the other hand... Let's just say I was very confused back then.
When I said I was confused, it's not that I didn't know about sex. Mom and Dad have always been open about sex with us and made sure we had all the "age appropriate" information. But information isn't the same thing as experience, and I had no idea what I was doing. It was so frustrating. Matt just happily blundered into everything. He was kissing girls in the sixth grade. But I don't work like that. I need to know what I'm doing or I just freeze up. And when it came to sex I froze on the outside, while I burned inside.
That's why I went into Mom's bedroom that night. I knew that I needed to learn about sex, and when I discovered that Mom was playing around with Matt, I knew I needed the same thing. I didn't think about the consequences, which could have been really bad.
The next afternoon I figured out Mom had told Dad. Matt was totally freaked out about something, and I figured that Dad had found out. But I was really surprised when Mom and Dad called a family meeting and told us about their plan. They admitted they were swingers, which was a surprise to Matt—sometimes Matt can be so dense—but I'd figured that out a long time before. Mom had a lot of rules for us; that's so like her. But I was really psyched. I'd really gotten off (literally) on the other night with her, and I wanted to learn more. Mom was so sexy, but I wanted to know about guys. Maybe if I knew more and weren't so scared, I'd be more attracted to them. Of course, that wasn't why I wasn't really attracted to them, but I didn't know that then.
So at eight o'clock Matt and I showed up at Mom and Dad's bedroom door, showered and ready for we didn't quite know what. I just remember being in a daze that afternoon between the meeting and playtime. It was like being a little kid again on Christmas Eve, the tortured anticipation of cool stuff to come. I stood by the door to my bedroom for about fifteen minutes before we were supposed to go into our parents' room. I think Matt had been waiting just as long because we came out of our bedrooms at the same time. We'd both been watching the clock.
Matt was naked. I wore a bathrobe. I hadn't seen Matt naked in a long time. He had a nice bod. And he also had a hard-on, the first one I'd ever seen. I couldn't help staring at it. It seemed so big. I now know that Matt is average sized, but that evening it looked intimidating to me.
Mom and Dad's bedroom door was open and we went in. Mom was lying on the bed. She was in a bathrobe too. Dad was standing next to the bed. He was naked, like Matt, with a semi-erect cock that looked absolutely huge to me. My eyes just fixed on it and didn't move. How was that supposed to fit in a pussy?
Mom immediately started choreographing us. She called Matt over and told him to lie on the bed with her. She told me to kneel down in front of Dad so that I could see his cock close up. She announced that we would explore each others' bodies for a while, and then Matt and I could watch the two of them fuck.
Dad was a little less businesslike. He smiled and motioned me over to him. He told me not to worry, that I was in control and nothing would happen that I didn't want. He then asked me if I wanted to get a closer look at his cock. He didn't need to ask twice; I dropped to my knees.
It was funny looking and I didn't know how guys managed to walk with things like that between their legs—but I guess guys probably think the same thing about breasts. It hung down at a forty-five degree angle and was a lot thicker than Matt's, but it didn't look much longer; I didn't yet realize that it would get longer when fully erect. Dad had less pubic hair than Matt, and I thought that seemed a bit weird until I realized that he'd trimmed his. Dad was circumcised, and the purple head really stood out.
Dad said that I could touch it, and I reached out and took it in one hand. It jumped, like it had a mind of its own. I felt it harden in my hand; it was really cool to see it respond to my touch. I lifted it up to see the underside, and I could see his balls hanging there. They looked even stranger. I'd seen pictures of dicks and balls before, of course, but seeing one in real life is very different. Dad told me to stroke it, if I wanted, and I obliged. It grew even bigger and firmer.
Now that I had explored it, it was no longer so intimidating. It was still weird looking and I didn't especially find it so attractive—some of my girlfriends raved about how sexy cocks were, as if they had ever really seen one. Dad's cock was kind of neat, but not especially attractive in my opinion. It also seemed a bit smaller now. Of course, it was actually bigger now that I had been fondling it, but as it became familiar it didn't seem so big. I realized that I could get most it in my mouth without a problem, and might be able to get all of it, although that might make me gag.
"Daddy, can I lick it?"
"Yes, please."
I leaned in and took a lick from the underside up over the glans. Dad smelled nice, like Dad, and he tasted kind of good too. I stuck the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it.
"Don't take too in too much at once," Dad said. "You don't want to gag. You don't need to take the whole thing in your mouth. Take only what your comfortable with. It still feels good. And you can lick it from the outside too."
I plunged down and took most of Dad's cock in my mouth. I really could get most of it in without gagging. (I've since learned to deep throat the whole thing, but that took some practice.) I bobbed my mouth up and down for a while on Dad's cock. It was fun.
I let it slip out of my mouth and looked up at Dad. He was smiling down at me. That was really a nice feeling to give him pleasure. I glanced over at Mom and Matt. Mom was watching us, also smiling. Matt was sucking on one of her breasts.
"Rachel, bring your father over here and I'll show you how to really give him head," she said. So Dad and I went over to the bed. Dad lay down, and I lay down between his legs. Mom positioned Matt next to him so she was in the same position.
"Different men like different things," Mom told me. "But the underside and glans are sensitive on all of them. If you want to keep them aroused, but not coming, concentrate on the upper side of the shaft. She demonstrated with Matt, and I followed suit. She also said that having the balls played with felt good, but you had to be careful not to squeeze them. You could be rougher on the penis, and that the skin between the balls and the asshole was really sensitive, and that just touching there on most guys at the right moment could almost guarantee that they would come. I lifted up Dad's cock, cupped his balls with my other hand, and sucked one of them into my mouth. It was muskier down underneath. I didn't really like it, but it was tolerable.
"Now there is a secret that a lot of women don't know," said Mom. "Some men, including your father and your brother, as I've discovered, like you to use your teeth. Now, don't bite. You don't want to hurt them or cause any damage, but rub the side of your teeth against the underside. You can also very gently apply pressure or nip with the edges. The combination of pain and pleasure really sends them over the edge. Again, she demonstrated with Matt and I did the same with Dad.
We both then settled in and gave our men blowjobs for a steady five minutes. Then Mom tapped my arm and I watched as she popped Matt's cock out of her mouth, gave it one or two strokes and he came. White semen just erupted out of it, and Mom lapped most of it up.
"It's an acquired taste, so you may not like it," Mom said. "Would you like to try it?" She indicated a glop of semen on Matt's leg.
I scooped it up with my finger and smelled it. It was musky and smelled kind of good. I stuck my finger in my mouth, and ugh! It tasted salty and that was okay, but the consistency was really gross. It was like eating raw egg. But I figured I could get used to it.
Mom saw my face and said, "That's okay. You may grow to like it or not. It's good if you can at least tolerate it, because if you can keep sucking as he comes, his orgasm is a lot better than if you stop right when he starts to come."
I started to go back to Dad's cock, but he stopped me.
"I want to see my little girl's body."
We switched places, and Dad leaned over me and gave me a kiss. It's weird, but the first people I kissed, I'm not talking friendly kisses here, were my Mom and my Dad. I'd kissed Mom the other night, and here I was kissing Dad, my first guy. It was nice.
Then Dad moved down and cupped my breasts. He commented on how big they'd gotten, and then started sucking. Omigod! It felt so good. That's when I discovered that my nipples were really sensitive. When his tongue touched them, it was amazing.
He sucked and fondled my breasts for a few minutes, then started a trail of kisses down my torso. He spread my legs and put his hands to either side of my pussy lips. Then he started massaging them back and forth, pushing them together and then pulling them apart. It felt really good. He ran a finger along the inside of my lips; that made me shiver. Then he started kissing my inner thighs, and then planted one on my clit. Then he put his tongue between my lips and started licking around the outer folds of my vagina. When he was licking near the top, my clit got indirect stimulation, and that felt really good. When he wasn't, I still felt good, but the anticipation of his returning to the area around my clit was unbearable.
Then he used his fingers to part my lips again and force the bud of my clit to pop out. He started licking it directly and I was in ecstasy. I just leaned back and closed my eyes.
Then I felt two tongues on my breasts. Mom and Matt were sucking away as Dad attended to me down below. It was heaven.
I don't know how long they pleasured me, but it must have been a while. I could feel the orgasm slowly build. It just didn't come fast enough, but eventually the waves overtopped the levy and I started convulsing and thrashing about. I have really violent orgasms. It takes me a while to get there, but when I do, I really come.
Suddenly my clit and nipples were too sensitive. I couldn't stand being touched there. So I shook off my three pleasure-givers and just curled up in a ball and sobbed and shook and laughed. When I opened my eyes, Mom was holding me and smiling. She leaned in and kissed me, deeply and passionately. I returned the kiss.
"Wow, Sis. That was quite a show," said Matt.
"Okay, would you two kids like to see your father fuck me?" asked Mom.
Mom took Dad's cock in her mouth and got him fully hard again. When he was ready she had me lie down underneath her in a sixty-nine so I could get a good view, Matt was lying to one side, and Dad entered her from behind.
I just looked up and watched Dad thrust his cock in and out of Mom's pussy. Then I raised my head and licked her clit. I went back and forth between her clit and licking Dad's shaft as he went in and out. Mom made some attempts at licking my pussy, but with Dad's thrusting she really couldn't do it consistently. Matt must have noticed, because he reached out and started rubbing my pussy with his hand. I reached over and started stroking his Matt's cock, which was hard again, as I continued my licking.
After a bit Mom and Dad switched to missionary. Matt and I sat next to each other at the head of the bed, our hands buried in each other's crotches as Mom and Dad kept going at it.
Matt leaned over and kissed me, and soon the two of us were lying next to our parents, completely lost in necking and fondling one another. After a few minutes, Matt exploded in my hand, and I came again a few moments later. The second wasn't nearly as intense as the first time, but it was very nice. Mom and Dad had finished up too. Dad was still inside her, and they lay there kissing. That was a nice feeling, Matt and I holding each other and the two of us watching our parents kissing.
MATT'S STORY
That first night with the family was fantastic, but it wasn't the last. We kept playing around. It's not like it became a routine, because it was always different. Sometimes it would be all of us. Sometimes just Mom and me. Rachel played around with both Mom and Dad. And of course Rachel and I fooled around all the time, until she told me to knock it the fuck off. Then we fooled around less often.
RACHEL'S STORY
Now don't get me wrong, I enjoyed playing around with Matt. He's a lot of fun, and he was getting pretty good at pleasuring me. But he got it into his head that I was a substitute for him jerking off. And he jerked off all the time. At least twice a day. That's way too fucking much. So I told him to go whack off by himself, that I wasn't his personal cum disposal. We still played around, but only about twice a week after that. Which was much better.
MATT'S STORY
Once even when we were all together and Mom and Rachel were going at it in a sixty-nine and Dad and I were just watching, Dad reached over and started stroking me. Then he took my hand and put it on his cock, so I started stroking him too. There we were, jerking each other off, while Mom and Rachel ate each other out. Then Dad started going down on me. He was pretty good at it too. I wondered whether I should do the same, whether I'd be gay or something, then I thought, "fuck it," and the two of us rolled over into a sixty-nine too. Mom and Rachel stopped and just watched us. Mom said it really turned her on to see that. I popped my load, and Dad swallowed all of it. When it came time for him to cum, I gagged a little. I couldn't swallow it. But I've since learned too. I asked Dad if that was kind of gay, and he said who the fuck cared. He said that really preferred women, but sometimes he got it on with other guys at swinger parties, but usually not since most swinger couples didn't go in for guy-on-guy shit.
Another time, when it was just me and Mom fooling around, she asked if I wanted a rimjob. She flipped me over, and started sticking her tongue in my asshole and licking all around it. Christ! That felt really good. I nearly came right there. Later on, I gave a rimjob to Rachel. She said it felt kind of good, but wasn't all that special for her. But she said she would give me rimjobs when I wanted, so long as I was clean. So that became a standard part of our repertoire. She would lick out my ass, and I'd do the same for her—she didn't really get off on it, but I really liked doing it, so she let me. That's something Mom and Dad taught us, to do stuff for our partners that we really weren't into, so long as they got pleasure from it.
Then one day, after we'd been playing around for about seven months and just before Rachel and my nineteenth birthday, all four of us were fooling around and Mom just flat out asked Rachel if she wanted Dad to fuck her. Up to that point, it had just been hands and tongues. Rachel looked a little scared, but she nodded yes.
Mom sat up against the headboard and had Rachel lie with her head in her lap. Dad positioned himself in the missionary position and started rubbing the head of his dick against Rachel's pussy. Dad and I played around like that a lot with Rachel, rubbing our dicks against her pussy, but we never entered her. Rachel really liked the feel of a dick against her clit, and we enjoyed it too. But this time Dad started slowly pushing the head of his dick into Rachel's pussy. He got part way in, but then he couldn't get any further in. Rachel was grimacing and then she gave a little yelp and Dad slid in. He started stroking in and out, while Mom rubbed her forehead. Rachel didn't seem to be enjoying it all that much at first, but then she started to get into it. She closed her eyes and started thrusting back to match Dad. Mom reached down and started rubbing her clit, and pretty soon Rachel was coming. Dad came soon after. When they finished, there was a little blood on the sheet, but not all that much.
RACHEL'S STORY
Dad took my virginity. Out of the blue, Mom asked I wanted him to. I'd been wanting to do it for a while. I was curious and a little scared, so I'm glad it was Dad; he was very tender. Mom had me lay on her lap, and Dad entered me. He used lots of lube, but he just couldn't get past my hymen. Then he broke it, and that hurt some. At first I didn't like it. It was uncomfortable and I was sore, but soon it started to feel different. I started getting into the feeling of being filled like that. it was really nice. Then I looked up into the faces of both my parents, they had a mix of joy and concern on their faces. Mom started rubbing my clit, and then it really started to feel good. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, but it was nice. I didn't notice when Dad came, but soon I was being cuddled in his arms, and Mom said it was Matt's turn.
MATT'S STORY
Mom said she knew that I wanted to fuck her. And that was true. She grabbed the bottle of lube and oiled me up, making sure I was hard, which I was, and then put some on her pussy. Then she mounted me. It felt really nice, very different from a hand or a mouth, warm and slippery. She rocked back and forth on top of me. Sometimes she sat up, giving me a great view of her breasts, which are really nice breasts. Other times she leaned in over me and we would kiss.
After a little while, she pulled off of me and lay down, telling me to get on top of her. I did the same thing that Dad had done with Rachel, rubbing my dick against her pussy until I was sure I was positioned right, and then I just slid in. I went back and forth a few times, and I came pretty quickly.
That was my first fuck. I thought it was fantastic at the time, but since I've realized that it was pretty pathetic. After that, fucking was a regular part of our play, and I got a lot better at it.
JENNIFER'S STORY
I'd admitted to the woman next door that I lusted after my own children, a woman I barely knew, although I'd slept with both her and her husband, and she was not only okay with it, but she admitted that their family also all fucked each other.
"You seem at a loss," said Lisa.
"Wouldn't you be?"
"Do you think you'd like to take the next step with your Emily and Chris, or would you rather just keep your feelings for them to yourself?"
"I don't know. This is all so new to me. I haven't had sex with anyone but my husband for twenty years, now I've slept with my neighbor and her husband, and I'm contemplating incest."
"I think we can help you get more accustomed to the idea." Then calling out the window, Lisa said, Rachel, would you come in here please."
Rachel walked into the kitchen from where she had been sunning by the pool. She was wearing a bikini. I looked at her as if for the first time. She was gorgeous. Dark haired and dark complexioned, not at all like her blonde and fair parents and brother. And while the rest of her family was slim and lithe, she was curvy. Her breasts were round and large, and jutted out proudly with the firmness of youth.
"Mrs. Johannson has just told me that she has lustful thoughts for her kids."
"Cool!" said the young woman. "This is going to be so much fun. Will we all be able to play together?"
"Maybe. We're still trying to work that out. But you'd like to play with Jennifer here, wouldn't you?"
"Mom, you know I would." Then turning to me, "I've been lusting after you ever since we moved next door."
Rachel put her hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes, and smiled invitingly. I shuddered, unable to say anything.
"Why don't you take Jennifer up to the playroom. I'll join in you in a few minutes," said Lisa.
Rachel took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. Going up, her round ass was at my eye level. Halfway up the stairs, she turned her head and looked back at me, smiling. I had never been so turned on by a woman's body before.
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